Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 709 The little white rabbit is white and white, with two ears pricked up

The wind was surging in mid-air, and the pure black magic energy was entangled with the dark clouds for a long time, advancing and retreating from time to time, the momentum was astonishing.

Where the dark clouds intersected with the demonic energy, there was lightning and thunder, and the holy aura was unrestrained, becoming more and more tyrannical. Some monsters that hadn't run far were either directly stunned by this power, or lay down on the ground trembling with fright. move.

Like Xiao Nan sitting under the big tree, there is still a phantom like a phantom, flickering, as if it never existed.

Originally, as a semi-sage, it was absolutely difficult to sit and stand without being affected within this range, without moving like a pine.

But the yin and yang consonance on the chest is flickering at an extremely rare speed at this time, and a strange breath is also surrounding Fang Xiaonan's body, playing some indescribable and wonderful effects.

Under this effect, Fang Xiaonan's consciousness gradually became farther away, and he directly entered the huge tornado of lightning and thunder, clearly feeling the changes in the atmosphere inside, and the birth and death of various energy mechanisms.

Gradually, the fight was still going on there, but Fang Xiaonan's side had already undergone some changes.

The originally drooping pupils were now wide open, staring blankly at the battlefield over there, and then a faint and clear expression began to appear on his face.

Streaks of strange aura are slowly dissipating, and those strong winds are raging around, but in the land around him, although the wind is still surging, it has no killing or deterrent power.

Time passed by, and at some point, at the place where he was sitting, there was a remnant weed with only a short root, and even spit out tiny new shoots faintly.

However, no one knows all this.

Gradually the wind stopped, the clouds cleared up, and the sky became clear again. Patriarch Jin Guang silently glanced over there, a flash of greed flashed in his eyes, but finally he let out a soft snort, and his figure slowly faded away. disappeared without a trace.

But Fang Xiaonan was still sitting there motionless, but his eyes had been closed again, and his face had returned to calm, silently.

As time went by, the sun gradually slanted westward, and some fleeing monsters gradually began to return to the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

At this moment, suddenly there was a little white rabbit, bouncing and running over from the grass, but the movement seemed a little stiff, but if you looked closely, you could see some faint bloodstains on the left front foot and chest.

Maybe it was due to the hurricane just now, and he suffered some injuries.

The rabbit was originally bouncing forward all the way, but it was bouncing, as if a little tired, and it stopped two or three feet away from Fang Xiaonan.

The head looked around cutely, as if sensing something, it jumped two steps towards Fang Xiaonan, and stopped beside him about a foot away.

Then he just lay there, motionless.
The moon rises and sets, the sun rises and the moon sets, and the cycle repeats, and several days and nights pass.

With a slight breathing sound, Xiaonan's figure slowly emerged from the void.

It's just that at this moment, the breath on his body is completely different from a few days ago.

The whole person seemed more and more free from dust and emptiness, and there was a little bit of such an inexplicable feeling.

Fang Xiaonan took a long breath, stood up, and looked down at his feet unexpectedly.

Seeing the little white rabbit crawling a few feet away, he was obviously taken aback.

When did this rabbit come here?Obviously not dead, but why did I only perceive it now?
And in the depths of such a [-] mountains, would there be such a harmless little animal?
Fang Xiaonan hesitated for a while, finally squatted down, and looked carefully at the little white rabbit in front of him.

Although the little rabbit is squinting, it is indeed alive, which can be perceived from its breathing.

After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked the little rabbit's back, followed by a warm touch, and even the two ears trembled slightly, as if he did not resist his touch .

"Huh!" Fang Xiaonan exhaled softly, stretched out his hands with a wry smile, and hugged the rabbit, looking at the blood on its front paws and chest, frowned slightly.

However, it is obvious that the two wounds have scabbed at this moment, so Fang Xiaonan just raised his eyebrows and didn't pay much attention to it; he just held the rabbit in his arms, and with a flash of figure, he appeared in front of dozens of people. inside and outside.

At this moment, the aura of the battle between the true saints has dissipated, and the space has gradually stabilized, so Fang Xiaonan's speed is much faster, but after half a stick of incense, Fang Xiaonan appeared on the outskirts of Shiwan Dashan.

However, he didn't head towards Nanling Town, but went in another direction.

In a small valley a hundred miles away from Nanling Town, a wisp of cooking smoke was slowly rising.

This valley is not big, but it is very quiet, and there is even a three or four feet wide and deep stream meandering out of it.

In the depths of the valley, at the door of a newly built wooden house, a fire was burning, and a copper pot on it was emitting white gas.

Next to him, Zhou Qiu was sitting by the fire, adding fuel to the fire.

Not far away by the stream, Wat Tiehua was handling a pheasant.

At this moment, Wa Tiehua seemed to have returned to the time when he was in Wajia Village, just like an ordinary person, holding a knife to disembowel the chicken.

It's just that the chicken is in his hands, and there is no need to use boiling water to remove its feathers, just shake it lightly in the water, and all the chicken feathers and fluff will fall off by themselves and go with the water.

Watching Wat Tiehua bring the chicken over in a familiar way, and then smear the chicken with oil.

Zhou Qiu stretched out his hand to take down the tumbling copper pot, looked at Wa Tiehua a little strangely, and said, "Elder Wa, do you still know this?"

"Yes!" Wa Tiehua raised the corners of his mouth in a rare way, and said, "When I was an ordinary person, hunting dogs could occasionally hunt some wild animals! It's just that I haven't done it for a long time, and it's a little rusty!"

"Ah" Zhou Qiu opened his mouth, looked at Wa Tiehua who had already roasted the chicken rack on the fire, hesitated for a moment, and said, "How long has Elder Wa been practicing?"

"Practice?" Wa Tiehua thought for a while, and said seriously: "Practice is not easy to calculate, but it has been several years since I died!"

"what?!"

Zhou Qiu was a little stunned. What does it mean that he has been dead for several years?
Could it be that a dignified blood demon can die over and over again?Died again and again?
Or is there another secret method?
Thinking about this, Zhou Qiu became a little excited. This blood demon is so difficult to achieve, but one of them came out of the lower cultivation. Could it be that he really wants to die several times over and over again, and then come back to life again?To cultivate such an existence?
Seeing Zhou Qiu's weird appearance, Wa Tiehua knew that Zhou Qiu's thoughts were off, and said with a soft smile, "I was just an ordinary person a few years ago, and I died because of some demons!"

"Ah?! Ah!!!"

(End of this chapter)