Deep inside the Immortal Burial Ground, the monks and Buried Ghosts held their breaths and looked at the battlefield on the altar.
They knew that this collision would not only determine the fate of those two people, but also the fate of all of them.
The Immortal Burial stood in the void, and the immortal flower pollen flickered behind him. The moment he formed the seal, the air around him seemed to freeze, and time seemed to have stopped. Immortal flowers danced around him, building momentum for him and making his image taller and more sacred. The statue bowed its head in front of him, as if paying tribute to him.
The immortal's eyes were deep and cold, as if he could see through everything. There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, which made people shudder. His figure is tall and straight, like an unshakable mountain.
The clothes of the buried immortal are gorgeous and mysterious, as if they are a product of another world. His robe is embroidered with various mysterious patterns, and every line contains powerful power. On his head was a crown inlaid with precious stones, shining with dazzling light. A mysterious rune stone hangs around his waist, which seems to have infinite power.
The appearance of the Buried Immortal is always accompanied by a strong sense of oppression. Every movement and every look he made was full of power and majesty. His voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate people's hearts. In front of him, people seemed to become small and helpless.
"What a pity, haha, you missed an opportunity." Zhanxian said, his voice cold.
Fang Yingxing had a sneer on his lips: "Opportunity? Do you mean to be driven and enslaved like these ghosts?"
Zhan Xian slowly let out a breath, and the Immortal Realm collided with the galaxy, and even the Chaos Qi was shaken away.
Fang Yingxing's Eternal Eyes were running wildly, and endless star power spurted out from his eyes. For a moment, the sky and the earth were spinning, as if the power of the entire universe was gathered in front of his eyes. The Burial Immortal stood calmly on the spot, clasped his hands together, and started the Immortal Burial. In an instant, everything withered, and the whole world seemed to fall into eternal silence.
The two powerful forces collided fiercely in the air, making a deafening noise. The whole world seemed to be trembling, the stars were trembling, the earth was trembling, and even time was frozen at this moment.
The Immortal Burial was activated and collided with Fang Yingxing's full blow. It seemed to be able to put everything in the world into an invisible tomb, causing everything to wither and plunge the world into eternal silence. This is a powerful force that transcends matter and points directly to the essence of life.
The Immortal Burial looked at the pale Fang Yingxing and said lightly: "Your eye skills are a bit interesting, but under this Immortal Burial, everything is in vain." His words were full of confidence and domineering.
Fang Yingxing felt weaker than ever before. His strength seemed to be withdrawn, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
The collision between the galaxy and the immortal burial caused violent energy fluctuations, making the world tremble. However, under the impact of this powerful energy, Fang Yingxing's Galaxy Technique was defeated, the stars dimmed, and the Galaxy was shattered. He felt a huge force pushing him into the endless abyss, and his body fell as lightly as a feather.
He struggled to stand up, but his body was too weak to stand firm. Every breath seemed to tear his soul apart, and every heartbeat sounded like the bell of failure. He knew that he had lost, completely.
That's too late……
Fang Yingxing's consciousness gradually fell into darkness, and everything around him seemed to be dim.
I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a moment, maybe after endless years, his eyes gradually regained their luster.
It was high on the mountain, on the edge of the cliff. It was the place where Fang Yingxing went most often when he was young - the garden on the top of the mountain.
The moonlight shone slightly, reflecting the whole world, and the flowers and plants swayed gently with the evening breeze, which was a little cool.
His eyes were attracted by the distance. The shooting stars in the sky and the lights on the ground were very bright in this cold night, covering the entire sky and earth.
He heard someone calling her, turned around, and saw a woman wearing a white robe, with black hair like a waterfall, and her roots were crystal clear, and she was smiling at the moment.
"Have you fulfilled our agreement?" The ethereal voice reached Fang Yingxing's ears, shocking him.
Just as he was about to respond, the scene suddenly changed.
There is a hill in the distance. It does not have the grandeur of famous mountains and rivers, but it has a unique simplicity and elegance to the hill. A small stream exudes a faint aura, flowing from the top of the hill to the village, which is Xiaoling Village.
Fang Yingxing stood on the top of Xiaoling Mountain. In front of him were the children he taught. They laughed, discussed, complained, and even set up a "king formation" for him to see.
Everyone looked at Fang Yingxing and smiled stupidly. It was the most simple smile without any decoration, carrying a special emotional power.
They gathered together, seeming to be plotting something, giggling, and then jumped together towards Fang Yingxing.
"Happy birthday, Overlord, hahahaha."
The children's words, mixed with childlike laughter, were deeply ingrained in his heart, and gradually, the sounds disappeared.
His vision blurred again, and the familiar dizziness reappeared. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already golden.
In this space, there is a golden dragon in the center, but it seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, exuding a faint golden luster.
On one side, dragon energy surrounds the place, occasionally blowing over the dragon bones, and making dragon roars.
Fang Yingxing stood in front of the dragon bone, where he realized the true dragon seal.
He felt something in his heart and lowered his head. He saw a little girl with red eyes, carrying a small bamboo basket and holding a few spiritual fruit seeds in her hands.
"Eldest brother said that when the spiritual fruit grows, he will come to me. Don't lie to others."
Looking up, a woman with a faint smile, clear eyes and tall figure waved to him: "Isn't it just the pressure in the sect? It's okay, I can stand it, let's go together, you are my little brothers. sister."
Fang Yingxing felt a little sad inside and wanted to say something, but nothing could come out.
The next moment, his vision became blurry again, and his consciousness gradually left that space.
Before he opened his eyes, he heard Zhang Qingyun's trembling voice due to his drunkenness: "Brother Fang, it's you as expected, take good care of it."
He opened his eyes and saw several bottles of spiritual wine on a large round table, exuding a faint aroma of wine.
Zhang Qingyun was standing with one foot on the round table bragging about his experience in the Immortal Burial Land, his pride was high. But Zhang Qingyin grabbed him and screamed in pain.
Fang Yingxing felt like he was lying down. He heard the slight breathing next to him, turned his head and looked, and Xu Qing's face came into his eyes.
She seemed to feel something, and she slowly opened her beautiful eyes, with a slight blush on her cheeks, and her voice became much softer.
"You are my blood slave. It is normal for a master to protect a blood slave."
The next moment, his world was completely dark, everything around him became dim, but his consciousness was very clear.
This is……
A revolving door?
