The early morning of Lianyun Mountains comes earlier than other places...

In the blink of an eye, it was already 3,650 days and nights. People have long been accustomed to the scene where the worlds have not risen but the clouds have risen first, and they have not even attracted any unnecessary attention.

Before he knew it, Zhang Fan's sermon promised by the Great Zhoutian was coming to an end, and there was still the sound of preaching that penetrated everything and dispelled all the lost paths of immortality. However, involuntarily, a sad feeling filled the hearts of millions of immortals.

This feeling is indescribable. It is obvious that all my mind is immersed in the supreme gate. There is a kind of pain like separation, hidden deep in my heart, reminding me that all this will end in the end.

Three thousand six hundred and fifty days and nights passed, and the Eastern Palace of Lianyun Mountains at this time seemed to have completely changed to the same appearance as ten years ago.

First there was that mountain.

Lianyun Mountains, golden light appears and looks from afar, but feels like gold is cast; from a close distance, it seems to be just ordinary landscapes.

I really don’t know if it is because people are close to this mountain and are stained with golden light, so they don’t realize the wonder of the mountain. If they look from a distance, they will be able to gain aura. If they look close, they will be blinded and lose their essence?

No matter what, the Lianyun Mountain Range's Faxiang Sect Mountain Gate is now a real blessed cave, a holy place for cultivation.

Then there is the one who listens to the sermon.

In the past ten years, countless late monks joined the millions of immortals, bowed three times and nine times to the teacher's ceremony, and listened to the great way with joy and sorrow.

Sorrow is when regret comes to the end, and I don’t know what kind of opportunity I missed; joy is that I finally caught up with this grand event, and some gains are enough to achieve a thousand years of understanding.

Among them, there are those who miss the opportunity when the road is far away, those who regret it when they are disdainful; there are those who are great masters who are in the sky and are staggering, and those who are moving here step by step...

There is always someone who suddenly wakes up from the obsession with the great road. Looking back, they find that the number of people has doubled, all of which are strange faces. It is not the previous situation, and there are countless such things.

Then the birds and beasts, and the scales and armor were born, all crawling and listening to the Tao.

Ten years ago, Zhang Fan fought with the ancestors of the Northern Xinjiang, and the scope of the incident was very wide. Although Zhang Fan later restored his original state with a ** and suppressed the ancestors of the Northern Xinjiang to support the earth's veins, the dead creatures would not be able to resurrect them.

Only the spiritual birds and beasts that were hiding in the mountain gate of the Faxiang Sect escaped that disaster and got great opportunities again.

I don’t know if it was Zhang Fan’s communication with the world, or if he fell into the ceiling during preaching, golden lotus gushing in the earth, and the nourishment of the purple palace sweet rain that never stopped in the morning, these originally ignorant beasts actually knew that the preciousness of the sky was the supreme opportunity.

Over the past ten years, there have been many people who have never sleep, never eat or drink, crawled around the Eastern Palace and listened quietly to the Tao.

As time goes by, apart from these birds and beasts who are unique because of their geographical location, some monsters with a little intelligence have traveled thousands of mountains and rivers and come from afar.

Most of these birds and beasts who have not yet developed their intelligence know that they should perform the rituals and then hear the truth. Most of them find a position and crawl down directly, and then do not move.

Among them, few people can fast. In this important place of Daojun Donghua, there is no rain or dew, and they can only be separated by one. If the Dao had not echoed the world with a subtle words, they would have naturally gathered countless spiritual energy and nourished all things, they would have been starved to death here without understanding the mystery of Dao.

At the beginning, whether it was the millions of immortals who came from afar or the disciples of the Dharma Xiang Sect, they all disliked these non-humans, but Zhang Fan did not express it. In addition, with their unintelligent wisdom, they could not obtain any true teachings, so they reluctantly tolerate their existence.

These birds and beasts know the situation. No one dares to roar and whistle or make noises. Even if they are excited, they are hard to be itchy and they will endure it and only vent their voices in their hearts.

Over time, the millions of immortals adapted to their existence and regarded them as auspicious event as an embellishment for Zhang Fan's lecture on the Great Way this time.

In fact, God knows how these unintelligent birds and beasts understand how the great way is precious and how they traveled far and wide? If we study it deeply, I am afraid that no one can understand and understand it thoroughly even how they get this news.

...

Time passed by in various strange phenomena and mystery, from millions of immortals frowned or happy.

On this day, Zhang Fanzheng talked about all kinds of **, three thousand other doors, and they could achieve immortality. Everyone was fascinated by the indulgence. When they were addicted, hundreds of sudden sounds shook everyone out of that mysterious realm.

At the same time, Zhang Fan paused, and the sound of the great way stopped. The original perception, which was like a gushing fountain, was as if the tide was receding, but he didn't know how to continue.

"who"

Countless cultivators who have been broken through the enlightenment process were furious. If they had not been roared in their hearts due to such an occasion, otherwise, the Lianyun Mountains would have been drowned out by the anger of rebukes at this time.

I don’t know how many gazes swept across and immediately noticed those who made strange noises. Immediately, everyone withdrew their gazes in disappointment, and the anger faded a lot.

There is nothing else, this is really not something that those people can control themselves, it can only be said that God will is like this.

At the same time, the color of heaven and earth changes, ghosts and gods cried, and the whole world changes color.

Those with great supernatural powers can naturally change the sky and the earth with a wave of their hands, covering the sky and the sun, just like what Zhang Fan did in the northern border ten years ago. However, how could ordinary monks have such a means? Only in a few situations in their lifetime can they trigger such celestial phenomena.

For example: the great success of the golden elixir; and for example: the broken elixir becomes a baby...

This is the case for hundreds of people who make abnormal noises.

At the same time, many people condensed the golden elixir, and several Nascent Souls were all achieved in a while, which triggered changes in the world and disrupted the surrounding spiritual energy, resulting in this scene.

Those who break through were mostly influenced by Zhang Fan's Great Zhoutian preaching. They broke through their own barriers without realizing it. They were sad and were about to pass away. They were afraid that they would never hear this great method again. After that, they would naturally break through under the agitation.

At this time, these people could not feel the changes in external objects at all and were completely immersed in their own realm changes. If this were not the case, they would have to explode their bodies when they were stimulated by the millions of resentful eyes.

After discovering the source of the strange phenomenon, millions of immortals withdrew their eyes in disappointment, they felt empty in their hearts for a moment and didn't know what to do.

Everyone has a sense of enlightenment in their hearts:

"Ten years of propaganda are probably over..."

This feeling is unreasonable. It makes people unwilling to believe it, but they can't help but recognize it as true in their hearts, which is inexplicably mysterious.

After ten years of understanding the great way, the cultivators who had been in seclusion for many years could not help but feel like they were a different life. Even those former friends seemed a little unfamiliar at this time.

This is the mysterious and simple way, which directly points to the origin, and is not comparable to boring practice and retreat.

There was nothing wrong at the moment, so many immortal cultivators chatted with friends nearby, exchanged their experiences, expressed their emotions, looked forward to the war in the future, or were worried about Zhang Fan's safety...

There are many different things.

Not far from the magical power tree, in the front row of the disciples of the Faxiang Sect, a woman in white felt lost and reached out to caress the little Qilin lying beside her. Her black eyebrows were slightly frowned, making people feel a sense of pity in their hearts.

This kind of pity is not the kind of doting that the weak little girl is willing to hold her in her arms, but the unbearable feeling of hiding pain in her heart of a casual girl.

——Long'er

The great disciple of Donghua Daojun, who is said to have Su Hui's first disciple, was highly valued by Zhang Fan, and it also made the disciples of the Faxiang Sect admire him but felt ashamed of himself and dared not get close to him.

A beautiful woman, sitting on a kirin, traveling to and from the three states, as elegant as clouds, as unrestrained as wind, and by chance, she will reveal sadness...

Long'er's admirers can be said to have captured all the young generation of geniuses in the three states in one fell swoop.

However, at this time, no matter how itchy I felt, no one could get close to me and comfort me softly. Only a joking voice sounded in Long'er's ears without any scruples:

"Sister 'Big', what are you thinking?"

Before he finished speaking, a charming and pure look appeared between his two slender eyebrows. It was Zhang Fan's beloved daughter, the new generation of little witches - Youyou.

Speaking of which, Youyou has been unhappy with the reputation of Long'er, the senior sister, for many years. But Zhang Fan endured it personally, and she had to obey it. But every time she greeted him, she wanted to bite the word "big".

"Sister Youyou."

Long'er smiled faintly and greeted her. In her heart, no senior sister or sister means nothing, as long as she is by the side of that person...

She was laughing slowly, and her lotus steps moved lightly, standing side by side with the dragon.

When it comes to appearance, no one among the younger generation can compare with Youyou. The charming scenery is undoubtedly revealed with a smile. Everyone who sees them is confused by their eyes, and then they hurriedly withdraw their gaze.

The reputation of the Youyou Little Demon Girl is widely known and dares not provoke it. There is also an invincible father who makes people exterminate the idea of ​​provoking it before it even came out.

"Hehehehe~"

The little witch smiled and withdrew her gaze, then followed Long'er's gaze, and when she saw it, her expression suddenly became strange.

"Long'er, what are you looking at?"

"Master"

Long'er answered very naturally, which made Youyou speechless for a moment and could not continue.

She muttered in her heart, and couldn't help but think of Xiruo who was still free on Dongyang Peak at this time.

Youyou is Xiruo's daughter, and no one knows her mother, but she remembers clearly the scene when Zhang Fan brought Wan'er back.

After all, Zhang Fan was very good at making a frank way and said one by one what he wanted to do in the future. Then he said to Xiruo and Wan'er: "Wait until I come back, take care of myself carefully and don't worry me."

A simple sentence made the storm that Youyou had been worried for a long time disappear.

Xiruo, although he is known as a witch, loves Zhang Fan deeply and will never let him be distracted by his family in this critical moment of life and death.

In this way, the two women get along well together. To be honest, Zhang Fan owed Xiruo.

Youyou, who saw all this, couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Can you add another one?"

What did Long'er think about Zhang Fan? How could Youyou not know the so-called Su Hui between them, as Zhang Fan's daughter? Just as she was thinking about what words to use to dispel Long'er's thoughts, a faint voice came into her ears:

"Sister Youyou, do you know?"

"Um?"

"Long'er actually recovered her memory very early...."

Long'er's voice was faint, as if it was gentle, as if it was gentle, as if it was drizzle, his eyes were vague, but his thoughts had reached the scene that was so familiar that he could see every time he dreamed at midnight, but strange that he had never seen before.

...

"I don't want... don't..."

"don't want……"

A weak woman struggled in her blood, insisted stubbornly, and did not want to hurt the person she admired.

"This time..."

"He should remember me~~~~"

Before her death, in the endless pain, there was only this sentence, this thought, and this wish... that she did not sink into the darkness, but insisted on finally rebuilding the light with her current identity.
To be continued...