Chapter 1261

When this thought flashed through his mind, Zifeng instinctively chose to forget, reject and don't want to believe!

However, the wild voice was really ringing in my head... "You're finally here!" The voice is misty, left and right. I don't know where it is!

Just as Zifeng tried to look around, the stars suddenly gathered together, and a virtual shadow stood in front!

"Ha ha... The body of all spirits, the heart of emptiness, the body of all talismans, the bone of gold, the fire of purple and Xuan, the power of the sea god, the futon of Xuan Tian, the wooden fish in the pond..." the old man with white hair and childlike face stroked his gray beard in front of him. He just looked at it and told Zifeng the secrets one by one.

Mo shook his head and played with a few hairsprings floating in the void, "these are not colorful talismans, ok..."

"Are you?" Zifeng has seen this person's appearance more than once. He saw it in Tuofu stone that day. He also saw it when he walked a hundred steps in the Fuling gate before.

At this question, the old man pondered for a moment, "I also forgot who I am, but the Fuzong was established by me. Does it matter who I am? Don't you know who you are? "

His face was startled. Zifeng was stunned in his place. A name was ready to come out, Fu Wanli! The founder of Fuzong is also one of the few martial artists in heaven and earth who enter the spiritual realm and are worshipped by Fuzong incense!

With some doubt in his eyes, he stepped forward, "how can I not know who I am? I am Wu Zifeng! "

With a slight smile, the old man suddenly looked into his eyes. The lake was as bright as a star river. It seemed that all things in the universe were shrouded in it. "If I'm also called Wu Zifeng?"

This statement stunned Zifeng. Does Fu Wanli want to dialectically exist with him“ Do you have an answer? " Since the name has been denied by the old man, no matter what identity Zifeng throws out, patriarch, sea god and so on, it must be denied by the other party one by one. It's better to let the other party answer this problem.

This rhetorical question can see a touch of appreciation in Fu Wanli's eyes. With a gentle wave of his right hand, the hairspring wrapped around his finger floats in the Star River, "I don't know who I am, but I know one thing. I'm dead, so are you..."

"Dead? I just entered the Vientiane gate. " The more he said, the more confused he became. Zifeng couldn't help doubting.

Seeing the doubt in Zifeng's eyes, Fu Wanli gently pointed to his right hand, "don't believe you look there!"

Following Fu Wanli's fingers, but seeing a void not far away, it suddenly turned into a sunny sky. Under the sky, people talked and laughed. This atmosphere soon came from the front, and Zifeng was also in the bright sun for a time.

"Tang Yun, when are you going to leave?" In the bright sun, Lin xuanke and Tang Yun sit in the sun and bask in the warm sun.

At the mention of this, Tang Yun's face suddenly flashed a little sad, "I, I..."

"Don't worry, he will handle it." Lin Xuan can quickly pat Tang Yun on the back and stop asking questions.

Zifeng can be sure that this is not a fairyland or a picture at all, because at this moment Zifeng stood in front of Tang Yun. The faint fragrance on their bodies, and even the faint Gu patterns rippling in the air, were all clearly perceived by Zifeng... The "bang" in his head exploded. Zifeng has always stressed that this is not true, this is definitely not true, In the breakthrough of spiritual realm, Zifeng has experienced too many illusions!

Fu Wanli standing beside Zifeng had no words. In the next moment, the death bell of Fu Zong rang again over Fu Zong... All the people up and down Fu Zong rushed towards the top of Shan mountain.

After that, they all gathered in an open space on the top of the mountain, and everyone would focus on the door in the void, which was slowly aging in the wind.

Before and after, it was only a time of incense. I don't know when the door was covered with cobwebs. The traces of years were deeply engraved on the top, like a sigh of years. The door in the line of sight faded slowly from the line of sight. It won't be long before it disappeared... "Martial uncle, where's the Lord!" Gu Lianggui seemed to have guessed something and asked loudly!

Dangcun slapped himself in the face and stretched out his hand to grasp the door, but the door was just a virtual shadow, so it was clear that he couldn't grasp a real corner!

The Vientiane gate was also wiped out from the space under the attention of the public... The cold wind suddenly started, and Zifeng's life card broke to the ground on the back hall of Fuzong.

The old dragon turtle stumbled, the crutch in his hand slipped for no reason, and a blue stain of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth!

Everything was so sudden that everyone was not ready... The sound of crying suddenly surged like the tide... Tens of thousands of people in the line of sight were all in chaos... At this moment, Zifeng stood in the crowd, felt everything within reach, and stretched out his hand to comfort his mother. He didn't want Bai Yihan to pass directly through Zifeng's body, Jump into Wu Feichen's arms... What a clear feeling of heartache!

Next, the as like as two peas or the invading heroes, all of this is exactly the same as the original prediction of the child's wind. This moment seems to be the most insipid thing in life, and there is no half of the mental fluctuation of the illusion, but it is the ordinary people who are deeply in the fatal temptation.

This temptation is the fear that Zifeng has been avoiding!

Even if he swam on the edge of death again and again, Zifeng didn't think about what death was! Not unwilling to think, but dare not think!

Just as he has always adhered to his obsession, Wu Zifeng lives for the people around him, not the world in front of him. Even if it is a demon invasion, what does it have to do with him! Xueguang sect should be slaughtered or slaughtered!

But when the scene was in front of him, Zifeng suddenly shuddered, his heart trembled, and his whole body trembled in an instant.

Pale, mechanically follow the crowd... Day after day!

Fu Wanli beside him didn't say anything from beginning to end... His consciousness slowly stiffened, like ice, and Zifeng became a cocoon and bound himself!

When Zifeng was surrounded by a layer of thin ice, Fu Wanli suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, as if his wish had finally been achieved.

Turning his head, he waved to the dim starlight in front of him, "farewell to old friends, farewell to Xuantian continent, farewell to Fuzong..." as soon as the voice fell, the starlight gathered on his body slowly faded down... It seems that it has never existed.

At the moment, on the top of Fuzong mountain, the Vientiane gate really disappeared this time.

Zifeng didn't get out of it. The death bell rang over the Fuzong, and everything seemed to really happen