"Bitter old man, help me. ”

"I want to see what the power of this Heavenly Demon Remnant Soul looks like!"

Zhang Fan spoke coldly, his eyes were full of cold light, and it was naturally not his own daughter, but the power of the Heavenly Demon hidden in her body.

"Good!"

The bitter Taoist didn't talk nonsense, and as soon as the words fell, the Nine Flame Dragon Ball suddenly emerged, and a powerful divine sense, wrapped in the power of thought, poured into Zhang Fan's body.

The Yangtze River is surging, the Qiankun is thrown away, and the terrifying power is surging to the extreme, if it weren't for today's Zhang Fan, it would have been different from what it used to be, and as soon as the power of the asceticians entered, I am afraid that it would be directly exploded.

"Whew~"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan calmed down, the sound of breathing, like a strong wind transiting, there were two milky white air columns, in and out of the mouth and nose.

"What a strong force!"

Zhang Fan's heart moved, and he secretly exclaimed.

At this moment, the powerful power displayed by the ascetic man exceeded his expectations, giving him a feeling that was even like seeing the distraction of the Wise Wolf King in the gourd realm back then.

It was a realm where the divine consciousness was so powerful that it interfered with the present world and became a supernatural power of its own.

For a while, Zhang Fan realized in his heart, knowing that the years of suffering in the Fire Spirit Bead, as well as the recovery of more than a hundred years, no matter what else, just the divine sense, the ascetic person was afraid that it had exceeded the level of his heyday.

But these are all later words, Zhang Fan's mind quickly recondensed and put it on the daughter in front of him.

A finger stretched out slowly, and in an instant, it seemed as if the whole world had disappeared, and only that finger strew.

This is the result of a high concentration of essence and energy, and the condensation of strength to the limit.

"Wow~"

Just when his fingers touched Youyou's forehead, a fiery red, a phoenix roared, like a baby's cry, and the sound wave hit Zhang Fan's body like substance.

- Fa Xiang: Bi Fang!

External forces invade the fundamentals, and the law competes independently.

It doesn't care if the other party is for Yoyo's good, whether it's her own father or not, it's an instinct.

"Get out of here!"

Zhang Fan drank coldly, faintly crying.

At this time, in his eyes, only his daughter's eyebrows were located, Zifu Mud Pill, and everything else was not in his eyes.

I didn't even see the image of Bi Fang, Zhang Fan's loud shouting, wrapped in the supreme power of the golden crow, was pressed down in the air.

The power of the Demon Emperor, the distance between each other, suddenly made Bi Faxiang have no strength to resist, let out a wail, and was forced back into Youyou's body again.

At the same time, Zhang Fan's fingers, with supreme power, suddenly pressed on Youyou's forehead, and the powerful force surged in.

Suddenly, if the calm after the storm, the leisurely room suddenly fell silent, and only two people with their eyes closed were facing each other.

...... Purple Mansion, located in the heart of the eyebrows of people, three inches of land, that is, the upper dantian!

The mystery of the human body, the nine palaces in the sky, among which the purple mansion is the place where the primordial god lives, a hole in the void, and there is a god of innate truth.

According to legend, when the immortal cultivator reaches the completion of the Yuan Shen and steps into the realm of the secret realm of immortality, the Yuan Shen is living in the Purple Mansion, and the out-of-body is going to the top door to go out, carrying the sound of thunder, meaning that the Holy Fetus is achieved.

At this time, Zhang Fan joined forces with the ascetic people, followed the unique path of soul searching, and entered the body with his divine consciousness and thoughts, and rushed straight into the place where the Yuanshen Yan of the Purple Mansion lived.

Naturally, Yoyo did not achieve the Yuan Shen, and even the Yuan Ying did not attain it, and at this time, in the Purple Mansion, it was the storage of the divine soul.

Originally, I wanted to enter the Purple Mansion, and I didn't need to be so troublesome, one borrowed the power of the bitter Taoist, and the other was the method of soul searching. Ordinary immortal cultivators, the most common means to kill the opponent's primordial god is to use great magical powers to directly break through the opponent's purple mansion, and the soul is destroyed, so that the soul is destroyed.

But that's to the enemy, Youyou is Zhang Fan's daughter, how can he be willing to let him suffer a little damage, so he has to do this to ensure that he is not harmed.

"Boom~"

It was like the thunder of the Yuan Shen Dacheng when he left the body, and Zhang Fan's divine consciousness and mind condensed into a virtual body, only to feel that the whole body was shaking, as if it was about to collapse in this thunderous sound.

"Condensation!"

At the last moment, a loud shout resounded, not as if it came from the mouth, but as if the heaven and earth spontaneously sounded the vast sky.

The golden crow cried, and the huge power suddenly condensed, turning from virtual to real, appearing in this heaven and earth.

"This ......"

"This is the Purple Mansion of Youyou?"

Zhang Fan's eyebrows gradually became clear, and you can even see from it that when he said this, he felt a sense of heartache.

For the first time, he looked around and saw as far as he could see, so that he, who was a father, was heartbroken and wanted to replace him.

What is in front of us is a boundless world, and a world that is extremely constrained.

Feeling, one step is the end of the world, but this step, but it is not moving, an invisible barrier barrier; in the dark, I only feel that there are countless roads vertically and horizontally, but there is only one that can be walked, just like the vast world, painting the ground as a prison, is for the purple mansion.

Zhang Fan knew in his heart that this land of purple mansions was the origin of people's souls, the origin of the gods, and they changed with the improvement of people's cultivation.

The situation in the Purple Mansion at this time is actually much better than that of ordinary foundation building monks. Ordinary foundation building monks, the soul is not strong, and the space of the Purple Mansion is becoming more and more narrow, that is, it is just an inch to turn around.

Therefore, as soon as he saw this, Zhang Fan knew that his judgment was correct, and there must be another force in the leisurely Purple Mansion, so as to expand the heaven and earth, and that's it.

However, he didn't have time to pay attention to this, his eyes were all fixed on the countless floating debris in the void.

These fragments, like magnificent bubbles, are a collection of scenes, each of which is a complete world, in which there is a picturesque, vaguely familiar image of a girl, alone sad and joyful.

"Yoyo ......"

That kind of heartache and pity can no longer be contained, Zhang Fan snorted lightly, almost unbearable, and reached out to touch.

"Who's going to play with me~~"

Zhang Fan forced himself to calm down and not do impulsive things, and a tender, faint voice echoed in the space of the Purple Mansion.

The voice was so faint that even if you listened intently, it was erratic and indistinct, and it was so clear that even if you were careless, it was still loud in your ears.

"It's ......"

"Yoyo's voice!"

Zhang Fan was moved in an instant, his expression changed, his consciousness let go, and he swept over the endless fragments.

"Who's going to play with me~~"

The girl's voice, with the meaning of endless loneliness, seemed to come from the fragments, and merged in the air to form a sound, spreading all the corners.

As far as the eye can see, the debris is leisurely, or lying under the tree, counting the ants, as if you can see the joy and sorrow of another creature, or sitting on the branch, looking into the distance, where there are little friends playing, between the eyebrows, only to see envy and loss...... More, more, is a little girl, sleeping soundly on the bed, unaware of spring sleep, on her delicate face, but with a loneliness that is incompatible with spring.

The last moment, it was still a three-foot child, sleeping soundly and not knowing the spring, and the next moment I looked at it, it was a twenty-eight girl, and the begonia was still sleeping in spring.

Time, just in the endless slumber passed, a dream woke up, yesterday's playmates, children suddenly into a trip...... "Who will play with me~~~"

That voice, like innocence, can be heard in Zhang Fan's ears, but it is a poignant children's voice, still echoing in the purple mansion, little by little, making Zhang Fan's heart slowly cold.

After making his previous judgment, Zhang Fan knew that the power of the Heavenly Demon Remnant Soul was in Youyou's body, and it was not very harmful to her herself, except for the fact that she was sleeping from time to time, and it was even of great benefit to her cultivation.

But at this time, he felt the loneliness and loneliness that was full of the Purple Mansion, from the soul and from the memory, but Zhang Fan's heart was cold, and the love and regret almost overwhelmed him.

"Boy, calm down. ”

The voice of the bitter Taoist suddenly sounded, full of vigilance: "Don't be confused by what you see in front of you, you will definitely be unconscious in your sleep, these are just the natural manifestations of the divine soul. ”

"The girl is very good, she just feels like she has slept for a while. ”

"I understand, don't worry, I won't be impulsive. ”

Zhang Fan nodded gloomily and said in a low voice.

He naturally knew what the ascetic said. What I see in front of me is the reflection of the soul of the long spirit, which has been sleeping many times in the past hundred years.

But in essence, Yoyo, his precious daughter, is just like a sleep, and she doesn't feel anything.

This is the same as ordinary sleep, when the eyes open and close, it is already a night, as if it is just a moment.

In this process, the consciousness of the person itself sleeps, but the soul still feels everything in the outside world truthfully, and even derives dreams one by one, making people sink.

There is no mystery in this, even Zhang Fan, he can't understand it all, but when he thought of it, Youyou was different from this almost forbidden sin, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Who's going to play with me~~~~"

The longing, sighing, and loneliness of the long flow have turned into children's voices, echoing in this world.

Zhang Fan's expression changed, and he said to the bitter Daoist: "You can have no feelings, I, as a father, can't let this happen!"

Before the words fell, he had already stepped out, following the only path, shuttling through the endless regrets, the dream of the evolution of the soul, and entering the depths of the Purple Mansion.

After changing the scenery and fascinated by the boundless magnificence of the real world, a piece of golden light and the vast sound of the sky suddenly appeared, inserted in front of Zhang Fan, reflecting the wonder of the other world.

"Sure enough!"

Zhang Fan stopped suddenly, his expression changed, and he couldn't say anything.

What appeared in front of him was not the first time he had seen it, and it was even familiar.

Not far ahead, boundless beauty and ugliness are changing with each other, one moment fascinating, the next moment like a ghost.

More, but it is: fairies scatter flowers, the earth swells with golden lotus, the sky is full of sounds, and the pure land is bright!

There is a holy goddess in it, dancing, not as if in the world.

"Heavenly Maiden, Yao Ji!"

(To be continued)