Sword Slaying The Heavens

Obviously no important secrets could be gained from the fat Taoist's words, but since he told the consequences first, he wanted Chen Fan to listen more attentively and carefully.

Even Mo Long couldn't help straightening his body after hearing these words, and his expression became a little nervous.

The fat Taoist priest continued: "I dealt with Qi Tian back then. He was a hero, but he was also a man who showed his sharpness. He only wanted the result and ignored the consequences. I have some acquaintance with you back then. If it is really like me in the future The so-called return, the strength will definitely advance by leaps and bounds, rising to the level enough to fight against the heavens, but no matter who wins or loses between the two of them, the darkness and void will collapse, and the creatures below the state of integration will have nowhere to escape. It can't be protected either."

"What?" Hearing this, Chen Fan already understood what the fat Taoist meant. If Qi Tian and the Heavenly Emperor were to fight, the consequence would be that Chen Jingjing, Qin Xian'er and others would die.

Unless they can reach a state of integration between them, but this is obviously unlikely. Chen Fan has gone through many good fortunes, and it took so many years to get to this point. It is impossible for each of them to reach the state of integration within a certain period of time, and how short this time is, maybe a hundred years, maybe fifty years, maybe just a few years, no one can guarantee when Wuzhishan will be destroyed .

After all, it has been several years since Chen Fan came back from the relic world, but decades have passed in the relic world. I don't know if the Tiandaomen has been rebuilt again.

The fat Taoist looked at Chen Fan calmly and solemnly, this was the first time Chen Fan saw him so serious.

"I went to find the secret place where Qitian used to protect other little monkeys before, but that place has been reduced to ruins. Maybe Qitian knew about it, so it will retaliate against the Emperor of Heaven desperately. If that little monkey is really what it wanted If it is transformed, then we must prevent it from fighting the Emperor of Heaven." The fat Taoist said.

Mo Long hesitated after hearing this, and said, "But the Emperor of Heaven is immortal, and all living beings will perish. Who can stop him?"

"We'll block it!" Chen Fan answered for the fat Taoist priest.

He knew why the Fat Taoist mentioned the Fen Tian Jue again in the first place. This formula was destined to be used to restrain and deal with the Dao of Heaven. The Emperor of Heaven banned some inheritance of the Dao of Heaven, so he has become the Dao of Heaven to a certain extent.

The fat Taoist nodded irresistibly, and said in a deep voice: "I alone cannot win a victory, so I have been looking for the right person besides my soul these years. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and I am looking for You have killed tens of thousands of people, and you are all unparalleled in the world, but in the end, only you have come this far, you are the last hope."

"As long as you step into the Immortal Realm, and you and I join hands with the Burning Heaven Art, the Heavenly Emperor will undoubtedly lose, but we can't survive this battle. The Supreme Restriction and the Burning Heaven Art will resist each other.

When everything is cancelled, we are all knocked back to our original shape, and the previous rebirth is lost. "

"I've lived long enough, and death is the result I want, but you... are always my worry. If you don't have the thought of dying, the Fen Tian Jue will not be able to fully perform, and we may lose. "

...

The fat Taoist finally left with Mo Long. He gave Chen Fan two tokens to go back to Daxiu Immortal Realm. He did not stop Chen Fan from picking up the little golden monkey. He said it was just a guess, but if Chen Fan Anyone who can make up his mind to join hands with him in the future, even if Qi Tian really returns, there is no need to worry, the two of them can return with the Heavenly Emperor first.

And after the fat Taoist priest and Mo Long left, three strange figures also passed not far behind Chen Fan, and then flew away.

It was too late when Chen Fan realized that the three of them were all strong men in the tribulation period, one of them was a heavenly soldier in the fairy court, and the other two were people from the demon world, and they were all good at reclusiveness.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the fat Taoist priest and Mo Long went back and forth, directly blocking the way of the three of them, and then instantly suppressed and killed them with thunderous means, without mercy.

"Hehe, do you really think this king is blind? The stinky Taoist priests can't find you, but this king is the tool spirit of the Soul Gathering Tower. As long as the soul appears, is there any reason why he didn't find it?" Mo Long sneered, and directly touched the three souls Inhale it into the tower to refine it.

The fat Taoist took a look at Chen Fan, but in the end he didn't say anything more, he just reminded him to be careful all the way, and then he really left.

"Boy, this king understands your situation, but some things should be put away as soon as they should be. Immortals can't live forever, and one day they will still be separated from those people. Why don't you... Forget it, I won't say anything, goodbye ” Molong realized halfway through his speech that he was urging Chen Fan to die, and he couldn’t continue, so he turned around and left.

Chen Fan smiled slightly, but he didn't care, Mo Long had such a temperament.

It's just that his heart has never been so complicated. He has no idea of ​​saving the common people, but Qin Xian'er and the others have become his fetters. He can choose to forget his feelings, give up everything and live forever, but this is not what he wants.

The fat Taoist priest told him everything, but he also wanted him to be prepared, to be prepared to die in battle.

Chen Fan went on the road with a complicated mood. He tore apart the void, sacrificed his token and stepped into the dark void world. Walking on the invisible road, he was no longer as difficult as when he came.

He passed the barren battlefield of immortals and demons, finally stepped out of the wall of gods and demons, and walked into the huge mountain in the Valley of the Demon King, which was also a fragment of the battlefield of immortals and demons.

A few days later, he turned into an ordinary middle-aged man, walked out of the Demon King Valley, and went to every place he had been in that year.

The heavy sword peak is no longer as lively as before, but there are still a few young monks in the Qi refining period practicing.

He stood on the top of the heavy sword peak, and no one found him.

"Is it really impossible to win? If I can be stronger, can I not die?" Chen Fan whispered to himself.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that he will never see Qin Xian'er and Mu Yunshui again.

...

That day, he stood the whole time until night fell, but he still didn't move.

The sky began to drizzle, and it fell into a lake on the heavy sword peak with a thud.

At this time, an old man opened the wooden door and walked out. He let the rain fall on his clothes, but he didn't care about it. He walked slowly to the lake and sat down. He actually chose to practice in the rainy night.

The old man is very ordinary, his realm is only in the Qi refining stage, but after he closed his eyes, he has already found Chen Fan standing on the peak.

"What are you worried about, Fellow Daoist?" The old man opened his eyes again, raised his head to look at Chen Fan on the top of the mountain, and asked with a kind smile.

Chen Fan was slightly taken aback, he had concealed his aura and cultivation base with the eighth and ninth profound kung fu, but this old man could still find his location, which is a bit unbelievable.

"Mr., when did you find me?" Chen Fan asked.