The top of the fairy sword is in the high hall.

The fisherman faced with the head of Cangtian Jianhai and discussed the matter between the third elder and Chen Xia.

"Is it true that being able to fight with the third elders of the Butian Realm meant that Chen Xia had already practiced the Butian Realm?" Diaoyuweng asked in the first sentence.

The head shaking his head, "When I stopped that day, my spiritual sense swept over it. At most, it was only six or seven levels of the Inverted Sea Realm, which was far from being restored to the sky. It was just that the combat power had reached, so it could not be considered as the Repairing Heaven Realm. It could only be said to be a genius."

I guess no one can understand Chen Xia’s combat power, but what is prominent is that it is unreasonable.

"Is Chen Xia really the only one who can take care of the life-extending medicine? I am also a saint, can't it be replaced?" The fisherman frowned and spoke, his tone full of unwillingness.

The head teacher put his hands flat and sat on the main seat. The starry light surrounded him, like stars were densely covered with stars, and continued to speak.

"To a great extent, the difference between races is even more serious than the battle between the great Dao. If it is not a human race, even the medicine is not even a medicine, so how can we talk about the efficacy of the medicine?"

"In the star field, the human race is weak. In addition to reproduction quickly, it has very few advantages. Occasionally, there are heavenly luck to take care of it, and a few people who are against the sky are basically in tens of thousands of years."

"Just finding Chen Xia alone took us too much time and energy. At the end of the world, although we didn't want to admit it, Chen Xia was already a unique existence."

The great emperor seedlings of the human race are already very rare, and they will never appear again by the end of the world.

For thousands of years, Chen Xia was found only in the sea of ​​swords.

The fisherman frowned and was a little unwilling to accept it. "But Chen Xia said this, when the world is over, he will definitely not be able to reach the saints. How can he use medicine to induce medicine?"

The stars surrounded by the head teacher, and they were densely packed, but the starlight was a little dim. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and shook his head gently.

"Some things are accomplished, but not accomplished. The end of the world is the will of the way of heaven. Refining life-renewing medicine depends on the will of heaven. The way of heaven is not accurate. Can we really go against the will of heaven?"

The head sect continued to shake his head and asked and answered: "It's impossible. The monks follow the heavens. Even the emperor stole half of the fortunes of heaven to achieve enlightenment. How can the monks resist the will of heaven?"

"The Heavenly Dao doesn't want the Cangtian Sword Sea to survive, so there is only death."

"Sword... Isn't it okay for Emperor Sword Master?" The fisherman couldn't help asking.

The headmaster still shook his head, "It's still invincible when it's full of energy. When it's old and dead, there's nothing I can do about Chen Xia, I'm now on the fate of fate."

"Maybe there is some hope, and it's hard to say, but judging from the combat power that Chen Xia has shown now, if he really becomes a quasi-saint, can we stop him?"

Fishing Weng Weilang, he thought about this question carefully and gave the answer immediately, "I can't say it well."

It is indeed hard to say. The sixth and seventh levels of the Inverted Sea Realm can repair the Heaven Realm. It is really hard to say whether you can fight two saints when you reach the quasi-saint time.

Even if you can't fight, you can always run away?

The only one who can definitely win Chen Xia in the Cangtian Sword Sea is probably the Sword Master in the Sword Sea.

But it is hard to say whether Emperor Jian Zun can still take action at that time. Lifespan will always be less and less used.

The head teacher closed his eyes, and the stars buried him, and a low voice came from it.

"Take a step, look a step."

This shouldn't be the words spoken by a sect, but now, is there any other good way?

What else can be done?

Could it be that he was asked to shout "Danger!" to the heaven and earth?

ridiculous.

At most, it's just a death.

Who the hell won't die? I'm afraid of a hammer.

———

There are no more preparatory disciples in the preparatory disciple area.

Only Chen Xia and a few young elders are staying in now.

Very lonely.

This was half a month after Chen Xia broke out of the cocoon. His pure and white body had returned to normal, and his narrow and translucent wings were retracted.

At the same time, prompts were also heard in the spiritual consciousness.

【1% of the Dragon Form】

[You are the highest-level dragon in the star field, soaring between thunder tribulation, standing on the top of the galaxy, and you can travel alone to the entire star field, devouring the stars, and pulling the sea of ​​stars.]

This is the introduction of Tianlong, and the writing is quite awesome. Chen Xia also gave his own evaluation concisely.

"It's time to slip away from the star field."

It's really very vivid.

Now there is no value, and it has been changed to a percentage. Chen Xia roughly estimated it and felt that this 1% quantity should be equivalent to the entire value of the true dragon energy to the heavenly dragon.

When the Tianlong Qi reaches 100%, it should be promoted to the next level.

This is another long process, there is no way to endure it slowly.

Anyway, he won't die.

Chen Xia thought so, so when he learned about Pan Dadao's death, he was just stunned for a moment, sat on the chair without replying, and his eyes were drooping.

He had long thought of this day, and when it really came, he was not very sad.

But what do you say?

I should still want to say goodbye.

Spring is gone and autumn is coming, and another passerby is sent away.

After watching it for too long, it will be difficult to be sad again.

Chen Xia carried a pot of wine, brought a few spiritual beads, walked on the lonely road, and went to see Pan Dadao's grave.

When he saw the short tomb, he was stunned for a moment, then slowly approached, stood in front of the tomb, probably stunned for a moment, and said softly.

"I haven't seen each other for a long time, big knife."

Of course there is no reply.

Chen Xia placed the wine and hung the beads of spiritual energy on the tomb, shining with light, and just looking at it, it felt valuable.

Chen Xia was not afraid of someone coming to steal it. First, there was no one in the Cangtian Sword Sea now, and second, no one dared to steal his things.

Pan Dadao said that he wanted to buy a purple gold coffin, and Chen Xia planned to give him a few spiritual beads to decorate.

And Chen Xia could understand Pan Dadao's mentality.

Because I was humble before I was alive, I wanted to be more expensive after I died.

Is it expensive?

Chen Xia didn't know that he put his hand on the tomb, as if he was leaning on his friend who had not seen him for many years, and a chuckled on his face.

The breeze suddenly rose, and it was neither anxious nor impatient, and it moved its hair and swung its blue shirt.

Even the fallen leaves are lightly.

Chen Xia suddenly reached out and touched his chin, where a fine stubble grew.

This is not aging of the body.

But mentality.

He stood by the short tomb for a long time, as if he was with his old friend.

Wait for the breeze to stop blowing.

Chen Xia took a slow step and walked in the dusk. When he was almost far away, he suddenly turned around.

He raised his hand with one hand, waved it gently towards the front, and whispered to the short tomb.

"Take care of yourself."

The dusk drooped behind him.

Light yellow, not bright.

Qingshan's figure did not look back, and she could not look back.

This is how life is.

Full of parting, sadness, regret.

And you are powerless.
Chapter completed!