An isolated island surrounded by endless streams. Perhaps because it was nourished by too many streams, a lush green area grew on the island.
In the midst of this lush greenery, there stood a simple building that could barely be called a wooden house. In front of the building, two figures were sitting side by side.
"What a pity! What a pity! What a treasure!" The giant-like figure screamed while using branches to draw talismans on the ground in front of him.
The young man next to him lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then laughed dumbly and said: "Old immortal, you are wrong! It is a waste of natural resources!" This person was Wu Fan.
The old immortal's face turned red, he yelled a few times in dissatisfaction, and he started to draw talismans again with his neck raised: "So what if I'm wrong? Don't you still understand what the old immortal meant?"
"Although I understand, a mistake is a mistake after all..." Wu Fan was about to explain, but was confused by the old immortal yelling, so he could only sigh helplessly: "Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore... But what you just said What does "pity" mean?"
Upon hearing this, the old immortal jumped up and started gesticulating in front of Wu Fan, and then wrote crookedly on the ground: "Little friend! Although you are a five-element spirit body, you can't make full use of it. It is really a pity!"
The old immortal's ghost-drawing talisman was pulled from one end to the other. Wufan walked around several times before he finally understood its meaning. He frowned and said: "Old immortal, what kind of five-element spirit body are you talking about? I don't understand. …”
Because the exposure of the identity of the Five Elements person made him angry, Wu Fan was alert to mention the relevant words when he heard them.
The old immortal did not answer directly, but patted himself and pointed at Wu Fan, gesturing something.
"You mean... you can help me?" Wu Fan frowned, "Then you can tell me how you can help me... and what should I do?"
Lao Xian pointed at Wu Fan, spread his hands, and then pointed at himself.
"You said...I don't have to worry about anything and everything is taken care of by you?" Wu Fan asked.
The old immortal nodded repeatedly when he heard this.
"I don't believe that such good things can happen in the world?" Wu Fan is not a fool. He knows that there are no free gains in the world.
The old immortal also knew that he could not convince people with just a few words, so he could only sigh and tell the truth about his experience...
"You mean... you want me to avenge you?" Wu Fan nodded slightly, and then smiled bitterly: "But you have also seen it, old immortal. My current strength is so low that it is difficult to even save my life... I'm afraid I can't help. Gotta fuck you."
The old immortal showed his fangs and smeared them on the ground like flowing water, leaving four big words: "I can help you."
Wu Fan was a little hesitant. After all, he didn't know what his situation was in reality, and he couldn't wake up for a while. He could only say: "Then...how can you help me?"
The old immortal took a deep breath, pointed at the woods next to him and started to cheer.
Although this long speech was really annoying, Wu Fan finally figured out what the withered old immortal was planning.
"You said you planned to absorb this forest into your body, and then transfer your skills to me by sharing your body?" Wu Fan asked in shock.
The old immortal nodded repeatedly.
"But you clearly said that these woods are transformed by blood energy... How can you afford it if you absorb them all?" The old immortal told himself before that this kind of blood energy is the source of killing, and the old immortal cut down the trees here just to kill them. The blood is wasting away. So when Wu Fan heard that the latter wanted to absorb the blood energy, he shook his head, and of course he would not agree.
The old immortal explained that it also knew that this trip was indeed a desperate move, but now Wufan is trapped here. Only by absorbing this blood can he have the ability to break through the space and let Wufan return to reality!
In this case, Wu Fan reluctantly agreed, but asked the old immortal not to use this ability in the future unless absolutely necessary.
But after the old immortal's spirit body merged with Wu Fan's soul, when Wu Fan asked him how to get out, the old immortal explained awkwardly that it just lied because it was afraid that Wu Fan wouldn't agree, even though he could use it The space ability is true, but once it uses this method to break the space, its soul will disappear with the smoke, so... he will not use this method no matter what, and can only let Wu Fan find a way.
Seeing that Wu Fan's face was ashen, the withered old immortal hurriedly swore that apart from this bit of deception, there was no more lies.
Although Wu Fan was filled with hatred, he was helpless at this point...
Normally, this matter would not be mentioned by anyone, but Wu Fan never expected that the withered old immortal would always remember this matter in his heart! As long as the old immortal circulates the blood and energy in his body, he can break the shackles of space and seal the red-armored executor while rescuing Wu Fan. But the result is... there will no longer be a haggard old immortal in the world.
In the beginning, Wu Fan and the withered old immortal were only connected because of their interest relationship. Unexpectedly, one day the latter would sacrifice himself for Wu Fan!
When Wu Fan was in the mortal world, he could still be a person of the Five Elements and rely on the Five Elements Cauldron to display his power! But at this time, he didn't have the Five Elements Cauldron by his side, and he no longer had any ability. He could only watch the red light on the withered old immortal's body getting thicker.
The abnormal condition of the old immortal also made the executor feel threatened. For the first time, there was a trace of uneasiness in his originally indifferent eyes! Although he also wanted to step forward and stop the old immortal's abnormal behavior, the red light on the latter's body was like ten thousand spikes, preventing him from getting even closer.
"Those who invade the majesty of our universe are guilty of grave sins! They will be thrown into the dark prison forever and suffer the punishment of no sun!" The executioner gritted his teeth, shouted loudly, pointed the flaming sword towards the sky, and a red thunderbolt fell on his head. Connected with the long knife in the executioner's hand.
The next moment, the entire sky turned red and began to sink...
The mixture of fish and dragons in the Vientiane Market is not peaceful, and it often attracts attention from the enforcers. Perhaps because they are used to it, no one thinks it is a big deal. But at this moment, a tragic red suddenly appeared in the sky at the Vientiane Market, making everyone feel uneasy.
"Ouch! What...what's going on?"
"You ask me who I am asking. I have been doing business in Vientiane Market for many years, and this is the first time I have seen such a situation!"
"Brothers! I have heard that in the Vientiane Market, there is a punishment beyond the death penalty. Do you think it will..."
"Listening to what you said, I have some impression that it seems to be called a prison sentence! But this kind of punishment is also in rumors, and I have never heard of it being implemented!"
"This kind of punishment is worse than seeing it. Do you want us to go over and have a look?" an old man with a long neck asked, shaking his head.
"You old ghost, why don't you have a long memory? Have you ever forgotten how you died?" A man with eyebrows next to him laughed and cursed.
"Hey, old ghost, I just said that casually! In the dark prison, you can't survive but die. My body can't withstand such a torment..." The old man with the long neck wrapped his neck around a few times and sat down. go back.
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"This torture in the dark prison... actually... turned out to be real..." Feng Baoqiang's body couldn't help but tremble since he saw the sky was stained with blood, and his bloated body fell limply to the ground.
"What is the punishment of the dark prison?" Wu Fan had no time to grieve at this time. He could see that if the execution ghost took action first, the outcome would be even more tragic than the death of his soul.
"I don't know much about the details...but I heard from Brother Teacup Ghost that this dark prison is a chaotic space left behind when the world was created. There are no rules there. Once you enter it, there will be no life or death." Death..." Feng Pocket explained while trying to remember.
"No life, no death?" Wu Fan was stunned, "Then according to what you say... isn't this a good thing?"
Feng Pocket laughed miserably and said: "Brother Wufan, you think too simply! Although this sounds like a good thing at first, do you know that once you enter the space here, you can never escape? There is no day or night in that place. There is no self and no other, although the past is remembered, there is no future! In general, there is no hope there, it is an eternal devastation..."
"Wouldn't that be even crueler than losing one's soul..." Wu Fan's face turned pale when he heard this, and suddenly felt that losing one's soul was a beautiful thing.
"Oh...that's true..." Feng Pocket's expression was already a little numb. He was originally worried about how he would deal with Brother Teacup Ghost after he went back, but now it seemed that whether he could go back was a question.
Although the old immortal acted without hesitation, perhaps due to years of laziness, his blood energy often lost control and was unable to reach its peak state for a while.
On the other hand, the executor who took action a step later was very familiar with the task, and did not make even the slightest mistake. He saw that the red light in the sky turned upside down and was about to surround a group of people!
But at this moment, I saw a burst of green mist floating under the red light. Although this mist seemed light, it prevented the red light from falling from the sky.
"Hey! The Master Executor is so angry, why did he resort to capital punishment?" Along with the green mist, a delicate voice sounded.
The executor frowned when he heard this, and finally said a normal sentence: "King Qinggui, the affairs of the Vientiane Market are not something that you, the Sixth Hall, can interfere with! I advise you to save your energy and stop meddling in other people's business!"
The Green Ghost King chuckled when he heard this: "The Executor is just kidding, how can this little girl have such courage? I'm just passing by here, and I'm worried about being accidentally hurt by you..."
Naturally, the executor would not believe such nonsense: "Don't worry, Green Ghost King, I will act with discretion!"
"That's the best! But I'm afraid that if you stop, the harmony between Wanxiang Market and the Sixth Hall will be destroyed in your hands... Actually, it's okay for the Sixth Hall to suffer some injustices. I'm just worried that when the Ghost Emperor finds out, Your Vientiane Market will not end well..." Green Ghost King patted his chest, seemingly nervous.
The enforcer's face turned cold: "King Green Ghost, don't underestimate me! If I was afraid of threats, how could I hold my position as an enforcer? If they hadn't disobeyed the rules first, how could I take action without permission? As an enforcer, I will not violate my principles just because I am afraid! Besides, these are just unknown people, so why would they alarm the Ghost Emperor?"
"Giggle, giggle... Wanxiang Market is really good, it can actually train such a 'loyal dog'!" The Green Ghost King laughed again, and then his voice suddenly turned cold, "But you have to know... the principles you talk about are... It is formulated under the Six Halls and the Vientiane Market!”
"As a member of the Sixth Hall, of course I will not interfere with the execution of your Vientiane Market! But out of good intentions, I still want to remind you one more thing... If you imprison the Master of the Sixth Hall, do you think the Ghost Emperor will still do something to you? Are you, Wanxiang Market, gentle?"
"Not everyone in the Sixth Hall is good-tempered..."
After leaving an intriguing word, the Green Ghost King threw something in front of the executor, then put away the green mist and turned around and left without looking back...
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