Fix your sister's fairy

Wang An felt that he had fallen into a sea at first, black, boundless, silent, he kept falling into the sea, looking up at the sea getting farther and farther away from him, he tried his best to wave his limbs to float up, but he was always pushed down by the pressure one after another.

This is a difficult hurdle, and he knows this very well.

The deeper he sank into the ocean, the more he could hear the holy silver that had been deliberately hidden in the depths of his memory—he heard people calling him, voice after voice, by different people, with different feelings, calling his name.

"Wang An. "

This voice is his former childhood sweetheart, gentle and delicate.

"Xiao An!"

This is his father and mother, kind and warm.

"Anko. "

This is his best friend and best friend in the same village, lively and childlike.

Every sound made him can't stop recalling the warmth of that small village decades ago, and these warm memories are like arms dragging him deeper and deeper, and he can no longer trace the sparkling sea at the end of his sight.

How intriguing is the meaning of the two words to get rid of the mortal, whether to take off the mortal womb or to get rid of the mortal dust? After cutting off the cause and effect of the mortal dust, is it no longer a "mortal"? But what if you have no worries and become an immortal without any dependence?

Wang An gritted his teeth and began to swim towards the sea, countless black hands behind him grabbed him tightly, he should have looked back and cut them off one by one, this is what a monk should do, because in this way, he can no longer break through the shackles without restraints. But he didn't want to, those haunting voices were so familiar, he didn't want to escape, to abandon.

If tens of millions of monks abandon the past before the difficulty, it is undoubtedly a kind of "ordinary", ,——and he must break free from the shackles of his body with inextricable expectations and love! This is his way out of the ordinary!

How difficult is this road, how many people have died here without their own strength, not to mention the arrogant refusal to cut off mortal dust. No matter how much Wang An relied on his willpower to withstand the pressure, he was inevitably exhausted when he was about to reach the water, and he stretched out his hand and opened his mouth longingly towards the sea, but he couldn't make any sound.

But at this moment, a pink light appeared, he pierced through the sea and shot straight towards Wang An, a majestic vitality filled Wang An, like the silver needle of the holy hand poured into his heart, he burst out with an unimaginable force and struggled towards the sea!

Finally, at the last moment, Wang An broke through the sea, he breathed, and only heard the pure and vast aura of heaven and earth swarming towards his Qi Sutra Seven Apertures, and when he reached a threshold, he resounded with a dull rumbling sound!

In reality, under the big tree, Wang An opened his eyes, a strong aura emanated from him, and the pure white mana flowed on the surface of his body like a match, although he couldn't get out of his body, but there was a faint omen!

The sixth layer of the Mortal Period. Supreme Realm!

"Yo~. In front of Wang An, Mo Yi squatted under the tree and looked at him face-to-face to greet him.

"You!" Wang An was startled, and the sixth-layer cultivation of the Mortal Stage splashed out unreservedly, but it was a pity that his attack fell on Mo Yi's forehead and burst out like a bell.

Mo Yi still looked at him motionlessly: "What are you doing, are you angry when you get up?"

"You... Senior Brother Mo, how are you..."Wang An withdrew his hand with a stiff face, he just made a move, but he mobilized the pure white mana cultivated by the Tao of Gluttonous Immortals, which was many times stronger than Qingshan Jue, but it hit Mo Yi's head like a toothpick hitting a bell!

"What am I, why am I here? I saw that the three disciples followed you and wanted to plot against you, so I walked out and took a look at the situation by the way, and saved your chrysanthemum by the way, after all, one of those three disciples is really too fierce!" Mo Yihuang casually threw out the wrong thing.

"What are you doing with him, talking about business, okay?" the Blood Sword suddenly came out from behind Mo Yi and shouted.

Wang An's heart skipped a beat the moment he saw the Blood Sword, and when he saw the unrepulsive expression between Mo Yi and the Blood Sword, he immediately understood everything...

"Senior Brother Mo, this fairy sword is yours..."Wang An asked with a strange and frightened face.

"It's kind of acquaintance, fox friends, wine and meat friends, right?" Mo Yi turned his elbow and turned the blood sword.

"Fuck off. The Blood Sword said in an unhappy tone.

Wang An immediately acquiesced that the relationship between the two was very close, isn't this all bickering in daily life?

"Do you want to do things with me?" Mo Yi asked.

"Do things?" Wang An swallowed his saliva with difficulty, he sensed that Senior Brother Mo could not be an ordinary inner disciple at all, this Qingshan Sect could not tolerate this terrifying existence!

"Gluttonous Immortal Ding, right?" Mo Yi suddenly said coldly.

Wang An looked at Mo Yi nervously again, and said nothing.

"It's okay, I won't rob you, I'm really useless for you to take that thing, refining everything or something... Is it fast for me to suck it directly?" Mo Yi rolled his eyes.

"What is hand sucking? Wang An was stunned, and then he was shocked by Mo Yi's actions.

"No, this realization. I saw Mo Yi raise his hand and wipe it on his forehead, a green flame flashed away, and the three blood-red red leaves were exposed, graceful and bewitching, making it difficult to take people off their eyes. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Three-Three Realms Hunt and Kill Order!" Wang An's mind was like thunder.

Mo Yihahaha laughed at the sky and stood up three times, the bloody sword fell into his hand like a rainbow, his tiger body shook and blood splashed, blowing the fallen leaves all over the sky like a wave, the birds in the mountains and forests flew up, the beasts were galloping, and the grand and vast voice announced to Wang An:

"When I came into the world, the whole world was chanting my name. (Money's Zhao)

The commander of the spiritual things made the true dragon fall into the abyss, the phoenix nirvana, and the turtle to sleep, just to avoid my edge!

I am the Emperor of all souls! I am the master of destiny!

Immortals are like domestic animals, and all spirits are grass and trees! Heaven and earth are avoided for me, and the world trembles for me!

The remnants of the mountain sang my name in fear, and the bloodthirsty people worshipped me as a god!

I rebel against the heavens! I suppress the earth! I am the destiny of heaven! I am—"

Thinking of this, Mo Yi deliberately delayed the last words for a long time.

"You are the Blood Emperor of the Mountain! You are the descendant of the Blood Demon Venerable!" Sure enough, Wang An roared in shock.

Damn, I like a boy like you, Mo Yi is secretly refreshed. He had been thinking about a whole cup of tea in the abyss of all worlds, and now he could be regarded as showing it!