Eternal Life

Chapter 391: In the world

Chapter 391 in the world

Huang Quantu’s “reincarnation and reincarnation” can cover up all his breath, including the breath of the Emperor’s emperor, and the various sensors of the world tree.

The wooden Taoist is a wood monster, which is very strong for wood sacred objects and wood magical powers, similar to a kind of induction of the source. If you keep letting it feel like this, then Fang Han will run out of mana before he flees back to the feather gate. You must know that the giants of the ancient times have a long breath and can use their own ideas to take advantage of the celestial world. It has the same function as the tree of the world.

Fighting for a long time, Fang Han is now absolutely no match for the two giants.

The greatest ability of the giants of the ancients is to use their own minds to open up the void, and to draw from the celestial world to reach the realm of longevity. The sinister **** does not die, it is for longevity.

The biggest weakness of Fang Han and the Van Gogh giants is that the advantages of the World Tree are offset, and they do not take any advantage in terms of long mana.

Therefore, he decided to avoid his edge first.

Use the reincarnation to retreat, and the longer the time, the more powerful the accumulated mana. The more confident you are, the more you will escape to the Yuhua Gate, or else you will fly. I haven't had the strength to fly back to the feather gate. That is even worse.

Although Fang Han has survived the raging fire, the five seas in his mind have been expanded by a full double, but the three major supernatural powers added by Jin Dan are also extremely consuming mana, especially the Great Purdue Zen. Light is more powerful. Mana is a highly concentrated and transformed spirit.

Buddhism exercises, all exercise the spirit of exercise, more mana cost than the fairy.

As soon as the exhibition was reincarnation, Fang Han became a life-threatening student, and his body scent was completely hidden. He aimed at the secular, and the place where people smoked was suddenly projected downward. In a twinkling of an eye, in a huge city, among the bustling crowds, there is a scholar.

This city is extremely prosperous. Although it is not comparable to the Great Xuan Empire, it is comparable to the Longyuan Province where Fang Han lives. Everywhere is Guangyu Building, a variety of people, singers, businessmen, scholars, samurai, hawkers, artisans, storytellers, and some beautifully decorated carriages, which are filled with wealthy ladies. Next to the carriage, there are prostitutes waiting. In the Taoist temple, give the sacred ancestor a scent and pray for peace.

Fang Han has just stood on a street in this city, with a strong secular atmosphere. A little bit of the ear, all kinds of sounds, all entered the mind, and in an instant, let him know where it is.

"Stinky tofu, selling stinky tofu ancestors to help the palace to be a royal chef, this to the grandfather, before we can make a fortune, we will remember a stinky tofu."

"Last time said, Liu Xianren, squirting a flying sword, that white light, the light of the sun and the moon are covered up, the dragon in the old dragon pool immediately scared the soul..." This is a teahouse The storyteller is talking.

"Wang Xiong, what do you say when you start this expedition? What kind of examiner is the host? Let's make a fuss, we must try to figure out the preferences of the examiner. Otherwise, even if the article is spent, it has no use. You brushed it down." At the entrance of a college, several scholars dressed in Confucian costumes came out and talked while walking.

"Poor us for ten years, reading the book of the sages, just look at this exam. After I have finished the exam, I must go to the Spring Breeze House and call the two girls, Le Yile."

"Yes, we have been studying hard for many years, developed once, life is short, and we are not happy in time. When we are old and powerless, that is sad."

"It’s better to be happy after the test. Now let’s go to the Spring Breeze Building. Just now, my family sent me a hundred and two silver coins to go and have fun.”

"The son, wake up well. Give us these poor people a meal, and do good deeds." A middle-aged woman, carrying a child behind her, both clothes are ragged, especially the child, face dirty With his mouth sucking his fingers, he squatted in front of Fang Han: "This time, the scholar, the son can definitely be a high school champion."

Fang Han saw that middle-aged women and children were poor, and when the palm of his hand moved, a piece of silver was thrown out.

In the picture of Huang Quan, there are also many gold and silver. It was the last time that the island of the island was killed and a gold and silver island was evacuated. However, these are useless for Fang Han. If you throw a piece at will, it will be enough in the world. Many people have lived for a long time.

"Ah, the son of the public is Houwan!" The middle-aged woman has a big silver ingot in the hands of her. It seems that she can't believe her eyes. After she is sure, she has already gone, and Fang Han has already left.

"Life is too short, decades have passed, even if the emperor will be in phase, enjoyment in time, but also fleeting, such as a dream bubble. And the poor people who have no food and clothing for life, but also poor and destitute. Where there is a happy fairy! Bitter, bitter, Bitter, all beings are suffering!"

Fang Han, this is the first time since the cultivation of immortality, he has entered the secular world and felt the redness of the secular world. He could not help but the red dust in the secular world, which produced a trace of compassion.

In his view, short time, old and sick, rich and glory, are suffering.

Suddenly, he remembered the great wish of Linglong Xianzun.

At this moment, he also wants to make a great ambition to save the world, thousands of beings, and to break away from the sea of ??suffering.

However, he did not send it.

"My current strength is not enough to bear such a big wish. Even if I have not yet cultivated to live forever, what qualifications are there to go to others? Save others? Linglong Xianzun, have such strength, bear such a vision, I have not ""

Fang Han’s heart is very clear, and now he is still in danger.

Bang!

Just as he perceives all kinds of worldly customs, when he is in a red dust, suddenly he feels a very high heaven, and a powerful **** is diverging. The invisible gods enveloped the entire land of thousands of miles, searching for an inch, especially all the people in the city, who were shot by God.

"No, the dragons, the wooden Taoist people are catching up. I am reincarnation, is it useless?" Fang Han was shocked. Knowing the sky, the majestic gods are the Taoist people.

"No, if the dragons and the Taoist people find you, they will kill them directly. Now they use the search of God to prove that they have not found you. They have lost your trace. But their gods are very powerful, sweeping away. At least, the people in this city will be shot by them and make all kinds of analysis. It is possible to lock you, the long-lived mysterious giant, the horror is terrible, how many of this city is under the sorrow Ants, they can all count. You don't have such a strong mind now, so you can't open the void and take advantage of the celestial world." He said: "So, you have to pretend like a scholar."

“Is it like a scholar?”

Fang Han noticed that in the sky, the powerful gods have been lingering, thinking about how to pretend to be a scholar, suddenly on the side of the road, a voice passed over: "Measure the word fortune telling, calculate the future, the past, can be calculated. Five hundred years, I know five hundred years."

Fang Han quickly looked at the past and found a fortune-telling stall on the side of the road. He hangs a white cloth at random. There is an old man sitting behind the stall. He is very old and screaming. He has no singularity and no aura. When people look at it, they eat it. So on his fortune telling stall, no one is patronizing.

"Fortune telling? The people in the world know the life? The fate is nothing, the change is infinite, even the master of Linglong Xianzun can not grasp the fate of the future, a little fortune teller, actually dare to say the former Five hundred years, I know five hundred years? I am going to pretend to be a scholar, to cover up."

Between Fang Han’s words, he went up and took out a large piece of silver and threw it on the table. He was shocked by the old man, staring at the silver, and then looked at Fang Han with a dimly old eye. "What is your son?"

"There is nothing, take care of your business, and accumulate merits. I am here to take the scientific expedition." Fang Han smiled slightly: "If you look at you, you are not fortune-telling. I want to get from your mouth." Some Geely words. Come and say something nice. I follow the path of saints, Confucianism, and I don’t believe in life. But before the expedition, the pressure was great. You said well, all these silvers belong to you."

"Is it?" This powerless fortune teller, lazily looking at the silver, staring at Fang Han for a while, said: "Young people, you are not a scholar at all. You are not counting the exams. ""

"Oh? How?" Fang Han sat down on the roadside stall. He knew that some fortune-telling people in the world liked to surprise others, disrupt other people's minds, and put out some useful things. Then Feel free to play, get a surprise, and then take the money out.

"You have just spent a lot of robbery, but it’s just a slap in the face, and it’s a catastrophe. You are here to avoid the robbery. Your life is robbed, this is also the fate that you have made before.” Lazy old man The finger tapped the desktop.

Fang Han listened, could not help but be amazed, immediately used his eyes to see the lazy old man, looked for a long time, but found that the old man, wearing a black pair of cockroaches, fingers thin, a look is weather-beaten, face gully The road, to withstand the baptism of the years.

This is a common world, the ordinary old man. There is nothing magical about it. There is no mana fluctuations on the body.

"What kind of robbery can I have? It’s too mysterious." Fang Han shook his head and sneered again and again. "What did I make?"

"Xuan Xuan Xuan, do not take the robbery as a leisurely ..." The old man looked at the sky and sighed: "The robbery is the devil, the devil is the robbery. Some of the world, the demons are evolving."