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    Chapter 1306: In a flash of youth, there is no more Dapeng King in the world "No" The heaven and earth were silent for a moment, and everything was silent for a moment. Only a scream full of fear broke through everything and shattered the silence.  ¡ª¡ªMing Lingzi When the great sage Kunpeng bloomed with the most brilliant brilliance, completely burning out the power of the ancient demon god and the strength of the ancient great sage, Ming Lingzi was so frightened that he could not control himself. The Taoist heart that he had adhered to for tens of thousands of years was completely destroyed, and he was like an ordinary person.  General fear roars.  The great terror between life and death is like this for mortals who have lived for decades, and it is also like this for those who live forever in heaven and earth and do not decay with the grass and trees. The longer one lives, the more one can understand the fear of death. When the ancient dull face is completely covered with golden light  When it was reflected, the fear in Ming Lingzi's heart also overwhelmed it.  "The little beggar who subdues demons, his words and deeds are consistent, and his heart is righteous. I won't argue with you. Just go away."  In the ears, it seems like nine heavens are echoing at the same time, as if the heaven is issuing an edict.  As soon as the voice fell, the Demon-Suppressing God Lord flew out upside down, and the infinite power of the strong wind sent him thousands of miles away.  "Great Sage, I" The Demon-Suppressing Lord wanted to open his mouth, but the strong wind blocked all his words. The power that filled it prevented him from even emitting his spiritual consciousness.  With the strength of the Demon-Suppressing Lord, if he really wants to resist forcefully, he may not be able to compete. However, Kunpeng Great Sage has made it very clear that he is upright and awe-inspiring, but this does not mean that he is stupid.  In the end, the Demon-Suppressing Lord took a deep look at Ming Lingzi, who was still imprisoned, sighed, and took advantage of the situation to go away.  "Eastern Emperorand the senior sage of Faxiang Sect, the old beggar took his leave." The voice is still in my ears, and the demon-suppressing Lord disappeared without a trace, thousands of miles away.  With his knowledge, he naturally understood that the Great Sage Kunpeng was burning up his life in such a situation. After the battle, there would be no one left alive.  Under such circumstances, even if he risked his life, it had nothing to do with the overall situation. After judging the situation, he could only go away.  When I went back, I didn't watch the Ming Lingzi end, after all, it was destined; no longer turned around, after this matter, after all, Zhang Fan would not talk about drinking as much as before, instead of returning.  The thoughts of Lord Fu Mo Shen could not be hidden from Zhang Fan's eyes. He sighed, shook his head and put it aside for the time being. When he looked up again, the golden light from the Kunpeng Great Sanctuary had already enveloped Ming Lingzi.  "Boom, boom, boom~~~" One by one, the magic weapons were destroyed, and the support of the gods collapsed. The soul could not escape. The ice and snow melted like the scorching sun, and gradually disappeared under the dazzling golden light.  At this time, Ming Lingzi's screams and the words of the Demon Lord before he left were still intertwined, echoing between heaven and earth.  "There is no more Minglingzi in the world." After a while, there will be one less person with magical powers. "Grandmaster Kunpeng" Zhang Fan looked up at the sky and stopped talking.  "Hahaha~ so happy, so happy" In the long and wanton laughter, the golden light gradually became hazy and slowly dispersed. In the center, an illusory golden-winged roc stretched its wings, looking very comfortable and seemingly without any feeling at all.  To the burning pain, the loss of life.  ?????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­  The return of the Dharma to Kunpeng seems to have returned to the original body, but tens of thousands of years have passed, even if it is an independent thought, even if the Dharma is cloned, does it have no emotions of its own?  If so, there will be no descendants of the law of death and the law of the law, and the crime of worshiping the East Emperor will happen.  Under such circumstances, at the last moment of his life, the great sage Kunpeng, who burned the most brilliantly, never had any fear or hesitation, and could only laugh loudly and with great pride.  ¡°I owe you¡± Dapeng spread its wings in the sky, and golden light spread all over the ancient city.  "I don't have the power to bring back the dead, so I can only use another method to eliminate your pain." Wherever the golden light passed, everything in the ancient city suddenly seemed new, no matter how dirty the bloodstains could not be washed away, or the ruins of the World War I  Everything must be restored and repaired.  It¡¯s not just the ancient city itself that has changed. In the golden light, every door opened, and countless people took to the streets, their faces full of confusion. They didn¡¯t know why they were hiding in the house before.  For mortals, life is the most important thing. No matter how confused they are, they still have to bear the burden of life. In just a moment, the bustling streets, bustling shops, crowds of people, and children playing They are still ordinary mortals,  At best, they are in good health and there is nothing too abnormal. However, no one among them knows that their memories have been erased by their lives.All the bloody fear was replaced by warmth and warmth.  There is still King Dapeng in the world, but in the hearts of the people of the ancient city who have been tortured for many years, there is no such demon king anymore. "Hahaha~ Cover your ears and steal bells, cover your ears and steal bells, and make people laugh." "Are you happy to see my jokes?" Great Sage Kunpeng  As soon as the voice turned, the golden light was like countless sharp blades intertwined and cut horizontally and vertically. In an instant, dozens of muffled groans resounded between the heaven and the earth. Unknown how many spiritual consciousnesses were shattered, and they continued to fight back against the owner of the spiritual consciousness.  "The great sage of Faxiang Sect is not only a saint in the world, but also a hero in the world. How can he tolerate Xiaoxiao's prying eyes?"  "Hahahaha~hahaha~~" "Donghuang, I'm going." "Maybe we can see you again in the future, but then I will no longer be me but myself again" Before he finished speaking, the golden light dissipated, leaving only one  The hazy, extremely weakened form of the golden-winged roc was suspended in the air.  A ray of thought dispersed between heaven and earth, as if blown by the breeze, extinguished like a candle.  In the last golden light, Zhang Fan seemed to be in a trance, as if he could see the great sage Kunpeng going to the ancient city and casting a look full of deep nostalgia and reluctance.  At this glance, before Zhang Fan confirmed it, there was no trace. Except for the generation of strong men who disappeared in the wind, no one knew whether it existed?  If it really existed, what was the Great Sage Kunpeng not letting go of at that last moment?  "Great Sage Kunpeng, have a good trip." Zhang Fan looked at this scene and was silent for a long while, speaking word by word.  "Great Sage Kunpeng, it turns out it's him" "The saint of this generation is indeed well-deserved." I don't know how many spiritual consciousnesses are communicating and talking in the void, which is very sad.  Zhang Fan called out the name Kunpeng Great Sage not without reason, but just because of regret in his heart, and just to let people know that the one who killed Ming Lingzi with one blow was Kunpeng, one of the seventy-two great sages of the Faxiang Sect.  Great Sage Clone "At least they can know that you once existed." There is no Dapeng King in the world. Kunpeng Great Sage is trapped in an unknown place between heaven and earth. The one who has been waiting hard is just one of the saints in the past.  Just a clone.  After this incident, it can be said that there may still be a Kunpeng Great Sage in the world, but the old man in the urn who made clay sculptures for children in the urn will never appear again.  It's all gone. As if he could feel the emotion in Zhang Fan's heart, the blank and empty golden-winged Dapeng Dharma image standing in the air suddenly trembled.  Immediately: The Dapeng rises with the wind in one day and soars up to ninety thousand miles. The golden-winged Dapeng Dharma, just like the golden-winged Dapeng, the fastest demon god in the world from which it originated, vibrates its wings in the roar, soars up to nine heavens and soars thousands of miles Here  Swinging upwards, the Dharma image disappeared suddenly, and a wisp of spiritual thought that was as powerful as the world was wrapped around it, and together with it, it stretched thousands of miles across the sky.  The Dharma of Kunpeng, one Kun and one Peng, forms the whole.  When it is divided into two, the Dapeng King is there, and the golden-winged Dapeng Dharma is also there; when the Dapeng King is gone, the Dharma Appearance naturally flies away.  Having lost its suppression, under the control of the power of the Kunpeng Dapeng itself to merge into one body, the Golden-winged Dapeng Dharmaxiang will definitely go to find its true body, merge into one, and become Kunpeng again.  This is the most original power of the Dharma. Except for the stars in the sky, there is no thing or method that can block it.  In the past, the Great Sage Bai Ze left the demon body of the Great Sage Kunpeng and the Dapeng King for this purpose.  After all, the place that can trap them seventy-two great saints of Faxiang Sect is definitely not something that a small Dapeng King can break into, even if it burst out when he burned his body and worshiped the Eastern Emperor three times.  The strength of the demon god may not be enough.  Therefore, from beginning to end, those ancient great sages just hoped that King Dapeng could lead the way.  "How to lead the way, that's it" Zhang Fan's spiritual thoughts were riding on the back of the Golden-winged Dapeng. He stood in the ancient city and looked at the black spot in the sky gradually getting smaller, feeling as if he was lost.  After a long, long time, he sighed, took one last look back at the ancient city, and was about to leave.  It was at this glance that his movements froze. ? Following Zhang Fan¡¯s gaze, a child could be seen walking out of a ruined temple in a daze. He was dressed in ragged clothes and had unkempt hair. He was just a child from the market without a father or a mother.  He scratched his head, as if he was thinking about something, but couldn't think of it for a moment, and his mouth was flat, as if he wanted to cry.  The child's dirty little hand was hung with half a straw rope, and tied to it was a small clay sculpture. It shone under the sunlight that broke through the demonic clouds, like a bird that was about to fly.  Dapeng "It's him" Zhang Fan felt dazed for a while, as if he could see that person again.The scene of the old man in the middle coaxing the crying child with kindness and making a better clay sculpture to make him laugh out of tears.  "At that time, he actually made a golden-winged roc." Zhang Fan always remembered that the old man in the urn made countless clay sculptures with his hands, but in the end, there were only one in seventy, and the only one missing was the roc.  The clay sculpture of Dapeng in this child¡¯s hands is probably unique, and it only happens once in tens of thousands of years.  "At that time, Patriarch Kunpeng must have had a premonition. Over the years, he may have wished for death more than once." After a long silence, Zhang Fan looked at the blank look in the child's eyes and put the Dapeng clay sculpture  He carefully put it into his arms and skipped away, with a warm smile appearing on his face.  "Ancestor, maybe there will be people who remember that you once existed." Slowly turning around, Zhang Fan looked at the sky, his eyes followed the spiritual thought that possessed the golden-winged roc, and across countless distances, he saw a  The river is surging.  "Tongtian River" "Central Immortal Realm" Zhang Fan's face gradually darkened, and the strange appearance of the Golden Crow Dharma of the Great Sun when the demon god worshiped in his mind emerged in his mind.
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