Great Heaven Sovereign

This business is deafening, which makes Yang Fan have a feeling of blood gushing. It seems that in the depths, the oppressor is a strong man with a limit, who wants to break through the prison and kill him.

Even the old man's face changed.

"How can you wake up so quickly? It's hard to do." The old man said to himself. Then turn around and look at Yang Fan:

"Boy, there are too many causes and effects on you. My strength is limited and I can't help you at all. But at present, this tombstone is the biggest threat to you."

The old man said and immediately released his hand.

Brush!

A tombstone appeared directly in front of Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's face suddenly changed. Looking at the tombstone in front of him, he felt a palpitation.

"Master, what is the situation? Can you see who is targeting me?" Yang Fan will never forget this tombstone. When it first appeared, Yang Fan already felt a great threat.

Now, Yang Fan has understood.

The reason why I am here now may be due to the tombstone to a greater extent.

The old man shook his head:

"The people who lay out on you and want to seize your fortune are very powerful. At least, this means is more terrible than those who existed in those years. You must remember that those who have become walking corpses in your city are other beings who use fatalism to enforce the law and want to be reborn." Said the old man.

Yang Fan was stunned and nodded immediately.

In Xinglan City, the first time he entered, he met those who were half dead and seemed to have lost their soul.

At first, little Firebird said it was an autistic mind.

Now, I'm afraid it's not that simple.

Think again that what they carry is just a spiritual niche. However, what he carried was a tombstone, and Yang Fan felt great pressure in his heart.

"Master, do you mean that someone wants to take me away? Rebirth with my body?" Yang Fan asked.

"It's not that simple. The other party should know your power, so they don't dare to take you away, so they use this means." The old man said, his eyes suddenly tightened:

"He wants to take your fortune, occupy your life and carry everything you have." The old man said, his face full of dignity.

Yang Fan frowned. Although he also felt the seriousness of the matter, he still had a lot of doubts about what the old man said.

"In short, after the seizure, he is still himself. But if he borrows his life, he will be you and you will be him, and he can carry everything you have without any loss." The old man explained.

Yang Fan was silent with a bitter face.

"That's special. I've been targeted by anyone who provoked me." Yang Fan couldn't help it.

He felt that after he set foot in practice again, he was either being calculated or disintegrating others' calculations all the way. Too tired.

The old man didn't say much, but nodded in earnest.

"You're right. But this is the beginning. You carry a greater cause and effect, and you are bound to experience more unexpected things in the future." Said the old man.

"I'm NIMA..." Yang Fan couldn't help shouting and scolding, and felt a sad urge in his heart.

"Master, please save me. It's too difficult for me." Yang Fan looked at the old man and the color of grievance appeared in his eyes.

The old man's expression was stiff:

"Speak human words." The old man was a little angry. He was obviously dissatisfied with Yang Fan's current performance.

"Master, do you have a way?" Yang Fan was looking straight and asked.

That's what he wants to know.

"There's no way, but I'll stay here. Let you get rid of the limitation of cause and effect for the time being. You can take advantage of this period of time and become stronger as soon as possible." Said the old man.

Yang Fan's face was happy and his heart was relaxed.

But the old man's next sentence made Yang Fan dignified again:

"But it's only half a year. In half a year, great changes will take place in this land, and you must come back here. You have to do something for me." The old man counted.

Yang Fan's face became bitter for a moment.

For half a year, even if he doesn't sleep and practices hard, what degree can he achieve?

Also, what has changed? Is that the case again? What does all this have to do with yourself in the future?

Yang Fan felt that one head and two big, as if all around him were countless crises.

"OK. That's it. Leave. You can't be promoted here." The old man said and gave the order to leave.

Yang Fan's face changed like an abandoned child.

"Master, I don't think I've repaired it yet. I can stay two more days." Yang Fan said.

"You want to escape?" The old man frowned and his voice suddenly became indifferent.

Yang Fan's heart tightened and just wanted to explain.

"Don't be afraid. I won't do anything to you. Besides, in the face of such a person, anyone may have a heart of escape. I won't blame you. But if you escape, things will happen. Aren't you afraid that the people you care about can't bear it?" Said the old man.

Yang Fan panicked in his eyes:

"Master, farewell! I will come here in half a year." Yang Fan's face was suddenly solemn and incomparable.

The old man looked at the change of Yang Fan, a slight smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and then waved it.

Yang Fan only felt the darkness in front of him.

As if he had lost his intuition.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already outside the battlefield.

Yes, just outside the battlefield.

"What a terrible means. Master, what's the degree of in his city? Half step star gate, it's so terrible?" Yang Fan looked at the entrance of the battlefield and was very surprised.

"Boy, you guessed right. This old guy is really not a half-step star gate. Unexpectedly, I have been out of sight for a day." At this time, a voice came out of the temple.

"Yes, this person's strength is extraordinary. If I guessed correctly, I should have touched the edge of the life palace. Otherwise, it's impossible to see the method of borrowing life involved in the tombstone." Xuanwu also came out.

Yang Fan sat on the spot and watched the two holy palaces flicker. Two voices came out, and a touch of ridicule appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, isn't this the great God King of rosefinch? And the ancestor of Xuanwu. Why, when the wind stops and the rain stops, you think you can do it again?" Yang Fan made a mockery without concealment.

In an instant, the two voices stopped suddenly.

"Say it, go on. Let me listen to the analysis of the two great powers." Yang Fan continued to vent his dissatisfaction.

Yes, just dissatisfaction.

On this battlefield, Yang Fan's experience can be said to be life and death, especially in the last war. If he didn't make a breakthrough, the result is unknown.

"Cough, xiaofanzi, you may have misunderstood me." Said the little Firebird.

"Yes, Yang Fan, there are some things you don't know at all. It's not that we don't want to do it, but that we can't do it." Xuanwu also said.

"What do you mean? If you can't do it, is someone threatening you?" Yang Fan suddenly asked.

"You will understand this one day. But you have to believe that we are one with you. If you really can't handle it, we will do it. In short, you can take it as our exercise for you." Xuanwu said again.

"Yes, jade doesn't make a thing. We're training you." Rosefinch quickly added.

Yang Fan was speechless:

"What you can say is so indifferent that I almost believed it in my heart." Yang Fan pressed his voice and said word by word.