"What? Could it be that someone has once compared it to you like this?"

The monk looked at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan smiled: "No, I just think this metaphor is too cunning."

"Crooked?" the monk laughed.

"Senior, what do you mean is that there are unknowable creatures that are parasitic on the practitioner, but if the practitioner is too strong, he will be eliminated, so..." Qingyue guessed and expressed her understanding.

Obviously, Kuiniu also thinks so.

The monk sighed, looked at Lin Fan, and asked, "My friend, what do you think?"

Lin Fan was slightly stunned and said, "The metaphor of seniors has its own intention. How dare I guess randomly?"

The monk looked at Lin Fan like this, and after a while he sighed again, saying, "It's not that something else is parasitized on us practitioners, but that we practitioners are parasitized on unfathomable existences."

"What?"

Whether it is Kui Niu or Qingyue, they are all terrifying, and then they are creepy!

Even Lin Fan found it incredible.

Cultivator.

What is a cultivator?

Cultivate heaven, earth, Taoism, inner world, and self-body.

What is the picture?

Seek immortality, seek invincibility, seek immortality.

Walking all the way, fighting against the sky, the earth, fighting against the people, and fighting against the self. Strictly speaking, every cultivator is moving against the heavens.

But at this time, some people actually compared the cultivator to the humble and lowly parasites, parasitizing on the unpredictable existence, absorbing nutrients to form one's own body.

"This is the fact." The monk looked up at the sky and said in a deep voice: "I am a dead person, I am not afraid of dying again, don't scare me."

This sentence was inappropriate and suddenly appeared, causing Lin Fan to sweat suddenly.

Could it be that after the monk said this metaphor, someone was already targeted?

Will the disaster that will be brought down to death and fall on the head of this monk?

Click.

At this moment, a dazzling spear rushed towards the sky. It was a long spear held in the ancestral temple of the Totem clan, and it was the magic weapon of a certain ancestor of this clan in the past.

"The magic weapon has a spirit, and I still remember my former enemies." The monk spoke, and then said leisurely: "Some secrets should not be easily announced, otherwise someone will be able to sense them in the dark."

Lin Fan suddenly felt uneasy.

How big is the world?

They live in a corner and say something mysterious, which will alarm certain existences?

"Don't believe it. Some people just recite their names and things can happen unpredictable." The monk reminded him solemnly.

Lin Fan opened his mouth and the monk interrupted, "What you want to say is that you often talk about Thunder God, why have they never felt or reacted, right?"

Lin Fan nodded.

The monk said, "You are the son-in-law of Lei, the second god of Meng. Even if they know, they won't have anything."

Lin Fan stopped talking, Qingyue said: "Prefer to me to continue explaining."

The monk was silent for a moment and said, "Some things cannot be said too clearly."

It seemed like he was thinking. He sorted out his words. After a while, the monk said, "The dog in the world must have fleas on his body. We cultivators are like that fleas."

Qingyue felt disgusted just after thinking about it, and she had a lot of goose bumps.

The monk smiled and said, "Although this metaphor is indecent, it is very vivid. The dog is our parasitic existence. When we fleas are just scabies to them, we can still survive well, but if we grow to a certain level and have to inhale the host blood to survive, our death period will come."

The monk sighed and looked at Lin Fan, saying, "No matter how powerful we are, to the host, we are just fleas. No matter how strong the fleas are, they are just fleas. As long as the dog shakes his body or scratches his claws, it will be a catastrophe for us."

This metaphor made all three people here feel cold.

Even, are you wondering why you are practicing?

According to the monk's metaphor, that's too pessimistic.

Even if it becomes the strongest existence among fleas, it is still fleas.

"Therefore, there will be the so-called heavenly war, the wars of gods from ancient times, the disputes of authenticity, and the so-called strangeness and evil spirits and unknown things?"

Lin Fan took a deep breath!

Even if the monk speaks ambiguously, combined with his life experience, he can still draw a rough idea.

The monk looked at Lin Fan and said nothing.

"No matter how powerful the flea is, it can only be a flea. Unless this flea breaks away from the dog and no longer parasitizes it, or is above him, it can avoid tragedy and avoid being liquidated." Lin Fan whispered, then suddenly laughed and said, "So, whether it is Thunder God or Medicine God, like us, they are just fleas, but they are the most powerful fleas."

A ray of praise appeared in the monk's eyes.

Lin Fan suddenly pointed at him and laughed: "You are also a flea, but just a dead flea."

The monk frowned, but after a while, he smiled: "That's right. In fact, after all, all those who have not escaped from the dog are fleas."

"I understand." Lin Fan slowly stood up and looked at the sky that was so dark that there was no starlight: "That dog..."

The monk's face changed, but Lin Fan smiled. He raised his hand to the sky, then grabbed it hard, and half of the sky was pulled down by him, and he kneaded it into a ball and threw it on the ground casually: "I will be above him."

...

"So what you mean is that the place we entered is strictly speaking, it is a big world that has been crippled?" Lin Fan widened his eyes.

It's incredible.

According to Kuiniu's explanation, Lin Fan knew that the mountains, rivers, deserts, or chaotic places they passed by were actually microcosm of the once extremely dazzling era.

They joined the war.

Failed.

The great world withers and all spirits pass away.

Kuiniu also emphasized that small village.

I bluntly said that it was also a brilliant dynasty, before their totem tribe, but in the end it was also lonely.

"All the way, there are dry bones and dead souls where you step on, and the place where you raise your eyes, there are dead souls that are surrounded by dead souls."

Qingyue's face was extremely ugly when she was said by Kui Niu.

Lin Fan was silent: "Your ancestor should still be alive, otherwise the gun would not be able to release that terrifying and terrifying killing power."

Kuiniu smiled bitterly: "There is no difference between living and death."

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes.

Kuiniu said: "There is a Jedi deep in this place, and too many gods are imprisoned."

"What?" Qingyue screamed: "Who took action? If you dare to imprison the gods, you won't be afraid..."

Kuiniu said: "I don't know who took action, but I don't know who forged that cage. It has existed forever, imprisoned God and cut off the hopes of the heavens."

"Why go?" Lin Fan suddenly became anxious, as if the place where the Gods were prisoners was the ultimate goal of his trip.

"I don't know either, I only know it's deepest." Kui Niu said: "For countless years, there has been a monster in my clan. The strongest demigod was born to search for the traces of the ancestor, but he died on the way."

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the gun enshrined by the Totem clan in the ancestral temple was clamoring, and then appeared in front of Lin Fan in an instant.

This is the magic weapon of the past and the ultimate weapon.

The gun body was hazy, and in an instant, an extremely strange woman appeared in front of Lin Fan and said, "I can take you to the Lord."

"Are you a gun spirit?" Lin Fan frowned.
Chapter completed!