Chapter 428 The Flower of Will
Zhan Ling appeared outside the palace with an eight or nine-year-old boy, Li Xingci and his wife.
"Who is being promoted to the gods, who dares to practice so many different avenues of supernatural powers at the same time, isn't it courting death?" Zhan Ling looked at the vision in the sky and said in surprise.
"This is my master. I have only seen this vision of myriad visions coming when my master was promoted." Li Xingci said a little excitedly, holding Su Rantian's hand even tighter.
"The way of immortality, the way of magic, the way of Buddhism, the way of demons, the way of ghosts, the artifact refining, alchemy, formation, divination, life, yin and yang..."
Zhan Ling looked at the scene where the myriad visions descended in the sky, and became more and more shocked, and muttered in his mouth: "My dear, this is not as simple as the reincarnation of the Immortal Realm."
"Could it be that your master is the reincarnation of a certain world?" Zhan Ling speculated with his mouth open.
"I should tell you quietly, I also asked Master this question." Li Xingci whispered to Zhan Ling with a smile in his eyes.
He felt Xu Fan's breath in the vision, and after confirming that the master had not fallen, he slowly let go of the heart that he had raised in the past few years.
"What~" Zhan Ling whispered subconsciously, his eyes flashing with the eyes of gossip eaters.
"My master said that after a million years, it's enough to hold the teacher's thigh tightly." After Li Xingci finished speaking, he laughed.
Su Rantian also covered her mouth and smiled. In recent years, she finally saw a smile on her husband's face.
"......"
Although Zhan Ling was a pain in the ass, he took Li Xingci's words to heart.
At this time, the myriad visions began to converge towards the Sword of Yuan Zhong, and with the blessing of the Yinlingmen's spiritual power, the myriad visions became even more charming.
At the moment when the ten thousand visions were completely integrated into the sword of Yuan Zhong, an aura emerged from the sword of Yuan Zhong.
Outside the sword of Yuan Zhong, he turned into one person and one bear.
This person came out one by one, unified posture, opened his arms, and felt the breath of the Xiuxian world.
"Xiong Er, we finally came out." Xu Fan said with emotion.
"Brother Xu, it's really coming out~~~" The black bear burst into tears and looked at this as if tens of millions of years had passed.
Xu Fan patted the black bear like a brother in trouble.
With this shot, the black bear broke the defense instantly, hugged Xu Fan and began to cry, as if a child who was wronged saw his parents.
Xu Fan was holding the black bear, and his mind was full of thoughts.
try{mad1('gad2');} catch(ex){} In that closed space, Xu Fan thought that it would not be a problem for him to be in it for thousands of years, but after all, he underestimated the suffering of the silence of time, which made him almost Birth of a demon.
The first 100 years were fine, I played with the black bear, and I had nothing to do with supernatural powers.
Later, he gradually discovered that something was wrong with the big black bear named Gu Yao Tianlu.
It is true that he is the true spirit of the ancient demon, but the spiritual wisdom of the first generation of true spirits has already disappeared many thousands of years ago.
According to Xu Fan's guess, the current ancient demon spirit is at least the spiritual wisdom born from the tenth generation.
From birth to extinction, it took tens of thousands of years to give birth to a new intelligence, inherit the memories of the previous generation, and then go through millions of years of silence, and finally overwhelmed and chose to self-destruct.
Now to the generation that Xu Fan has encountered, only the name Tianlu has been passed down, and there are those poor memories, that is, what happened to Xu Fan when he came in.
The current black bear is actually like a half graffiti white paper. When Xu Fan came in, he was just pretending to be a black bear, deliberately frightening Xu Fan, intending not to be hurt.
For the rest of the time, Xu Fan was like a father, gradually guiding the black bear to get rid of the suffering of the tens of thousands of years of silence.
In the following time, Xu Fan used the illusion to take the black bear to experience the scenery of the Xiuxian world, led him to experience various things, and even used the supernatural power of reincarnation to let the black bear have a perfect bear life.
Originally, Xu Fan planned to be commensurate with the black bear and his son, but after thinking about it, in order not to cause others to misunderstand, Xu Fan finally became the eldest brother.
At this time, all the peak masters, elders, and disciples of the Yinling Sect gathered around Xu Fan, watching a 10-foot-tall black bear hug Xu Fan and cry bitterly.
Everyone showed strange expressions, only Xu Gang had a serious expression, and a sense of crisis emerged in his heart.
For a long time, one person and one bear were separated.
"Welcome the elders to leave the customs!" The first and second generation disciples saluted and greeted.
In the distance, there are still disciples who have time to rush over, and the voices are coming from far away.
Xu Fanxue looked around for a week with slightly vicissitudes of eyes, took a deep breath, and said lightly, "My cultivation has soared, and the whole sect congratulates me."
A solid treasure cover of merit and luck appeared behind Xu Fan, and Xu Fan waved his hand gently.
A stream of light rushed to the sky, containing half of Xu Fan's merit and luck, as well as his understanding of the ten thousand ways and the will to live in response to the heaven and earth.
When the streamer rushed to the apex of the Zongmen's array, it exploded like fireworks, turning into countless colorful flowers and falling towards the entire Yinling Island.
try{mad1('gad2');} catch(ex){} At this time, Xu Fan's voice sounded in the entire Yinling Island, like the sound of a bell, like a dragon's roar, like ten thousand paths, like the sound of avenues.
"My great wish, may my disciples be brave, wise, and virtuous."
"May the disciples of our sect, the rhythm of Taoism, be like a dragon, and stand in a world of great competition."
"May my disciples, ......"
Following Xu Fan's voice, the colorful flowers scattered on the Yinling Island were evenly integrated into each disciple's body.
A colorful flower fell into Zhan Ling's hand.
"Hey, I'm more than 4,000 years younger, and I must join the Yinling Gate to rebuild~" Zhan Ling said, knowing that the colorful flower in his hand has a bright hall.
This is the flower of the will of the ancient sect, carrying the will of the sect, with the power of qi luck and merit, and integrated into the disciples of the sect.
At this moment, the three generations of disciples of the sect were all embedded in a state of epiphany. The realization was not a practice method, nor a supernatural power, but a kind of Dao will that was born in response to the heaven and the earth.
"Master, you finally came out!" Xu Gang and the others said excitedly, surrounding Xu Fan.
"Well, I'm finally going home." Xu Fan said with emotion.
"You have done a good job. The sect is very stable now, and it has won my heart." Xu Fan said with satisfaction. The moment Xu Fan came out just now, Grape had already reported the development of the Hidden Spirit Sect to Xu Fan in the past few years.
"We are all worried about Master's stability and have no intention of developing the sect, so we focus on stability and wait for Master's return." Xu Yuexian said.
"This is also very good." Xu Fan looked at the group of apprentices, thinking that he must support a professional teacher.
"By the way, this is Xiong Er I met in the secret realm. You can call Er brother or elder Xiong Er in the future."
"He will be the elder of our Yinlingmen from now on." Xu Fan introduced.
"Hello, Second Elder Xiong." Xu Gang and the others hurriedly saluted.
"Hello." Xiong Erhanhan scratched his head.
"Okay, I'll go back to retreat for a few days, and then I'll talk about the future after I stabilize my cultivation base."
Xu Fan took Xiong Er back to the small courtyard where he had been away for hundreds of years. The reclining chair made of tenggang wood swayed slightly in the wind in the small courtyard.