Daowu Tianzun

When the black-haired young man who was as tall as a god and demon appeared, the sword spirit of Luoyujian was already pale, with fear in his eyes, and he prostrated himself on the ground, trembling, without the courage to resist at all. 【26nbsp;】

Hearing what he said now, she seemed to recall a certain legend, and raised her head in disbelief.

"You, you are..." She stammered and couldn't even finish her sentence, as if saying this sentence had exhausted all her courage!

The young man didn't even look at her, but focused his gaze on Fang Yi with a dull face.

"No joy, no sorrow, my mood is empty, everything I want is false, you finally opened the Dao Martial Seal, starting today, the Dao Martial Seal will be completely integrated with you, and you will get a small part of my memory... My successor, I am waiting for you above the Nine Heavens, there are a few things I left for you, try to get there, don't let me down, and don't let them down."

The young man's eyes softened, and he said softly: "I hope we can meet again soon...Let's merge, Dao Martial Mark."

He didn't give Fang Yi a chance to speak at all, the figure dissipated suddenly, and even the flaming dragon under his feet dissipated at the same time, turning into starlight all over the sky, all pouring into Fang Yi's consciousness, who disappeared with them, and There is the Falling Feather Sword!

"Ah ah ah..."

Fang Yi hugged his head and screamed in pain. Countless memories flooded him like a tide. Even with his willpower, he couldn't bear such a terrible pain. It was as if ten thousand ants were biting his head. , making him tremble all over.

Then, he simply passed out.

At the last moment of waking up, he seemed to see the black thread on his body move.

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Fang Yi felt like he was floating in the air.

This is a dark world, no light, no sound, no direction, quiet and scary.There seems to be no end here, Fang Yi can't find the way out, and can only wander forward in a daze.

I don't know how long it has passed, and in the depths of the distant darkness, a faint white light gradually lights up.

As if he had found hope, he swung his hands desperately, wanting to get closer to the light, but in the dark, there was an invisible force blocking him, making it impossible for him to get close, but getting farther and farther away .

Seeing the bright light getting farther and smaller, Fang Yi suddenly raised his head and roared silently.

Maybe his roar played a role, maybe it was God pitying him, the dark power suddenly disappeared, a gust of wind blew in the darkness, and Fang Yi gradually drifted towards the bright light, getting closer... …

When Fang Yi's sight became clear, he found himself standing behind a seven or eight-year-old beggar. This was a remote corner. Compared with the brightly lit and prosperous place in the distance, this place can only be described as desolate. There are almost no roads. Pedestrians, one or two passing by occasionally, also hurried past holding their noses.

The little beggar was hiding in the corner eating steamed buns, chewing bite by bite, as if tasting the most delicious food in the world.

Fang Yi was a little strange, he didn't know how he came here, he went up and patted the little beggar's shoulder, but was surprised to find that his hand had penetrated his body without touching anything.

The little beggar was still eating steamed buns with relish, and the passers-by who walked around didn't seem to see him.He seems like a bystander, out of tune with this world.

How is this going?

Fang Yi frowned, but couldn't think of a reason.

"Wu Tianyang, so you kid is hiding here!" A curse interrupted Fang Yi's thoughts, and he couldn't help turning his head to look.

Although it was night, Fang Yi said it was no different from daytime. The scolding came from a child who was about twelve or thirteen years old, with crooked clothes and dirty body.Leading three young men in the same shabby clothes, they approached the little beggar aggressively.

"Stinky boy, you dare to steal my things, you really don't want to live!" The child cursed loudly.

The little beggar named Wu Tianyang didn't speak, but the speed of eating steamed buns was obviously much faster.

Seeing that he ignored him even though he ignored him, the child immediately flew into a rage, jumped up and kicked him, kicking his body to the ground, and the half steamed bun left in his hand was also gurgling to the distance.

Several teenagers looked at the half steamed bun with greedy eyes and swallowed, but their leader didn't move, and they didn't dare to pick it up.

"I told you to rob, I told you to rob, I told you to rob!" The leading boy kicked and scolded, "If you dare to rob me, today I will kick you to death!"

The three teenagers behind him didn't do anything, just stood there gloating and watching.

"Ah!" The leading boy suddenly yelled, knelt down and covered his calf with a pained expression.

The three teenagers were startled and looked at him inexplicably.

The leading boy's face was ashen, he let go of his covered hands, and saw a few small holes in the trousers on his calf, and blood was slowly oozing out along these holes, staining the trousers red. small pieces.

"Bastard!" The leading boy gasped heavily, gnashing his teeth, "You dare to fight back, you are looking for death!"

It turned out that the little beggar who fell on the ground took advantage of his inattention and bit his calf. No wonder he was so angry now. He limped around and picked up a branch as thick as a thumb. Regardless of the wound on his leg, he beat the little beggar on the ground. The thorny branch cut through his sleeve, leaving faint bloodstains on his arm.

Fang Yi didn't speak all the time, just watched quietly. In his opinion, this kind of fighting among children is very normal, but the leading boy didn't stop after whipping a few times. On the contrary, the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger, and he really seemed to be fighting to death.

The little beggar who fell on the ground didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end, but his hands were tightly covering his head, and his expression was indifferent, as if the branch was not hitting his body.

Fang Yi saw his eyes, those eyes full of indifference, numbness and lifelessness.

His heart seemed to be touched by something, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

He was about to open his mouth to stop, but found that the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and he came to a ruined temple.

This dilapidated temple has obviously been abandoned for a long time, with broken walls and ruins. At this time, there are lightning and thunder outside, and there is a torrential downpour. Make a vast ocean.

Fang Yi didn't pay attention to this, his eyes were all focused on the thin figure, his eyes were full of shock.

He was very familiar with this figure from the back, it was that little beggar named Wu Tianyang!

The reason why Fang Yi was terrified was because the little beggar was holding a rusty sharp knife at this time, and the dark red blood dripped from the blade, staining the ground red.

There were four teenagers lying at his feet. Fang Yi recognized them at a glance. These four teenagers were the four teenagers who beat him. Each of them had been stabbed several times, especially the leader. The boy's whole body was almost smashed into a sieve, and his death was extremely miserable.

"You forced me, you forced me, you forced me!"

The little beggar Wu Tianyang held the sharp knife tightly, trembling slightly, shouting hoarsely, obviously emotionally unstable.

"That steamed bun was originally mine, but you want to say that I stole it from you! Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!"

Wu Tianyang screamed and rushed up, brandishing a sharp knife and stabbing the leading boy again and again. The leading boy was already dead, but Wu Tianyang didn't let him go, obviously he hated him to the extreme!

"Damn you! Damn you! Damn you all..."

Wu Tianyang was a little incoherent, crying and laughing like crazy, his whole body was splattered with blood, but he didn't seem to notice it, he just slumped in the pool of blood, repeating this sentence over and over again.

Fang Yi's scalp was numb, this Wu Tianyang seemed to be seven or eight years old at most, but he was so cruel when he went crazy, this made him, who was used to seeing life and death, feel a chill rushing towards Tianling Gai from behind, and he hit him unconsciously. Shiver!

He walked a few steps forward and came to Wu Tianyang. It was obviously the first time Wu Tianyang had killed someone, his face was pale and his mood was very unstable. If he couldn't adjust at this time, he might leave a shadow in his life.

"Are you okay?" Fang Yi frowned and said.

He didn't like the four teenagers who were killed. Even if they died, he would not have the slightest sympathy. On the contrary, he had a good impression of this little beggar. Maybe it was his indifferent and numb eyes that touched him and made him feel deeply. Pity the little beggar.

Wu Tianyang still sat there blankly, muttering to himself, not hearing Fang Yi's words at all.

Fang Yi smiled wryly, he understood a little now, thinking of what the stalwart young man said before, he finally realized it.

This is the memory fragment of the black-haired youth, it is illusory, he is just a bystander, unable to participate in any link.

Thinking of this, he looked at Wu Tianyang and found that his appearance was quite similar to that black-haired young man.

It turned out that his name was Wu Tianyang!

Who is he?Could it be him? !

Fang Yi was startled suddenly, the phantom of the black-haired youth appeared from the mark of Dao Wu, so his identity was ready to be revealed.

Daowu Tianzun!

Daowu Tianzun, Wu Tianyang!

Fang Yi's heartbeat accelerated, and he had a premonition that a world he had never touched was slowly opening to him!

Who is Daowu Tianzun?

That is a peerless powerhouse who can create such a heaven-defying book as "Daowu Tianshu". Fang Yi doesn't know what level his cultivation base has reached, but judging from his phantom, he must have reached the sky-high level. Thoroughly!

The body is as tall as the sky, and the feet are standing on the flaming dragon. What kind of horror and strength is this!

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