Because he came to this point with nothing.

With all the information about the underworld going through his mind, Zhang Linchuan roughly judged the location, selected a direction, and moved forward with his eyes turned.

This direction is completely opposite to the direction Lu Yan pointed before his consciousness disappeared.

Yes, he promised Lu Yan...

Then what?

He has also promised hundreds of thousands of followers to create an inanimate world of eternal happiness. As long as it can help achieve the goal, he will accept any words and dare to make any oaths.

He never cares about other people's stories. No matter whether that person is called Yue Tu, Jiang Wang, Lu Yan, or anything else.

He won't tell anyone his story.

It does not need.

The sympathy, recognition, admiration, or contempt, disgust, hatred of the weak... are really meaningless things.

Except when absorbing Shinto beliefs, he would never care about this.

His steps are not heavy, and he never lets the past constrain him. For a truly strong person, no matter how big a failure, the pain should be short-lived, because the continuation of pain is equivalent to prolonging the failure.

He will only look forward and walk higher.

There are still infinite possibilities in the future. In the nether world, he can also start his new life.

Perhaps it should be based on the authority of the bones...

But the steps stopped again.

Because right in front of him, a portal with flowing light appeared.

And two old friends who had just got together not long ago walked out.

There is no place in life where we don’t meet each other!

I thought about seeing you again, but I never thought it would come so soon.

At this moment, Zhang Linchuan's mind was flashing, and he instantly opened the blocked scene in Lu Yan's memory——

It was in front of a clear creek.

With a splash, Lu Yan threw a doll into the stream.

There are ripples.

Just on the opposite side of the creek, there was a fisherman holding a pole. He looked over calmly and distantly: "I said, you scared away my fish."

The picture fell apart as soon as it was rolled.

Even Lu Yan himself did not remember this memory. Therefore, it was not captured by Zhang Linchuan immediately.

It turned out that at that time, Wang Changji had already caught up with Lu Yan, thus leaving Lu Yan with some tricks.

In other words, Wang Changji could actually deal with him Zhang Linchuan earlier. No matter whether he borrowed the power of Jingguo, Weiguo or Xumishan, as long as he was given enough information, he would be dead at that time. But what Wang Changji wanted was

Zhang Linchuan died completely!

So you have to wait until he has revealed all his trump cards and done all his hard work before appearing!

It turns out that Jiang Wang, who had been following him all this time, was firmly waiting for the intersection of light and dark. The tacit understanding between him and Wang Changji came earlier and deeper than imagined!

turn out to be!

This is his first calamity. This calamity involving life and death can still be traced back to Yanyun Mountain...

Dao's heart was as firm as Zhang Linchuan's, and his eyes were dazed for a moment.

It turns out that with his method of resisting the will of God, he has not even been able to survive the first calamity!

So what does it mean to tease the real people from all over the world and challenge the courage of the strong men from all over the world?

So what kind of method is it to destroy a country and stir up troubles in the world?

So what is the ambition of going through six tribulations together, daring to be the enemy of the world, and daring to compete with God's will?

Everything is in vain!

Nature plays tricks on people, nature plays tricks on people.

Now we know why so many heroes and powerful men cannot help but sigh like this!

No!

Zhang Linchuan suddenly raised his eyes.

Even if the heroes of Qing Dynasty turn to ashes, even if the princes and generals are reduced to bones, I will not accept it!

In this life, I will only take the strongest path, and only seek the name of the strongest.

Throughout history, there is no one like me!

With Lu Yan's unadapted body, no matter who he faced Wang Changji or Jiang Wangzhong, he had no chance of winning.

Zhang Linchuan has always been a very sober person, so he is completely able to see reality clearly and see that there is no way forward or backward.

But he still opened his arms, his long hair was fluttering, and his whole body was filled with lifeless white energy. He charged at the two people at the same time in a hugging posture——

"Now in my inanimate world, I can enjoy the blessing of inanimate life! Inanimate longevity! Inanimate salary!"

At this moment, he jumped high into the sky.

Consciousness transcends the barriers of time and space and leaps to an unknown place.

He uses the supreme inanimate mysterious method to burn the road, light up the divinity, and force the river of destiny to take a look at his possible future!

But all he saw was a complicated and gorgeous star map that filled his field of vision.

Up, down, left, and right, no matter which direction he looked, he saw a complex star map.

Ruan Yuan, the True Lord of Hexagram Dao, had already blocked his future.

He has destroyed the past, lost the present, and cut off the future.

At this moment, his eyes were splitting.

Then a pair of dark eyes really cracked open, exploding with terrifying slurry, and painted the ferocious old face. There were still lightnings leaping in the eye sockets, like two small thunder pools.

All his ambition and determination were imprisoned in his body at this moment, and he could not lift his legs.

"Don't go too far!"

And as the frosty wind blew through the nether world, Jiang Wang simply moved forward, raised his sword, and wiped it horizontally——

The old head has soared high!

The two parts of the corpse were all ignited with red flames. The true fire of Samadhi was just a smudge. The place was empty, not even a grain of ashes was left. Because I knew it too well, it was burned too cleanly!

The world of the underworld, which should have been unconscious, gained a little color because of the bright fire of Samadhi.

There is a great will passing through the darkness.

But the place was empty, and the two impolite human visitors had disappeared.

Come and go in a hurry, like a big dream.

…

…

Autumn is over.

On the windowsill facing the lake, the spring scenery is still in full bloom.

In the mist of frost, the bonsai trees full of flowers seem a little sparse, as if they are reminiscing about the time that can no longer be restored.

Shuofang's uncle Bao Yi stood in front of the window with his hands folded and sighed: "Feihe Lake, Feihe Lake, I have never seen a crane soaring into the sky."

"It's a simple matter." Bao Zhongqing, who had just walked in, said with a happy face: "My son will catch a group of cranes for his father tomorrow and ask them to show them to his father one by one."

Uncle Shuo Fang, who had a gentle face and eyes, did not say this, but just said: "What do you want?"

"Yuzhi has given birth!" Bao Zhongqing said happily: "Your grandson is in extremely good health! It's cold outside and my son didn't dare to take him out. Father, do you want to go and take a look?"

Bao Yi still looked at the smoke in the distance, and after a long time he said: "I'm afraid you don't just want to say this."

Bao Zhongqing scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed, but still smiled brightly: "Father, my son is already a father, and it's time to have his own career. Look at the Annihilation Army..."

"Do you know what a father is?" Bao Yi suddenly asked.

Bao Zhongqing was stunned for a moment and responded quickly: "Of course, just like you, he reports to the court, provides peace to the people, and stands upright. This is my father!"

"The word "father" tells the Tao in its shape, holding a staff to teach and holding an ax to work." Bao Yi turned around and raised his eyebrows slightly. The feeling of wealth and smoothness suddenly changed.

Cheng Guoyi said: "I'm not a good father. I didn't educate you well, and I didn't protect Bo Zhao well."

Bao Zhongqing's expression changed: "Father... what does this mean?"

Bao Yi didn't speak anymore. He just stretched out his hand, touched Bao Zhongqing's face, and then just... pressed it.

The three-day withered flowers on the windowsill are still blooming brightly and brightly.

…
To be continued...