Lin Fanxue Qianrou

layout.

Looking at the ages, standing in the place, it seems to be the origin of all things, the beginning of all things.

Claiming to be in charge of the sky, in charge of luck, using the heaven and the earth as the board, and all living beings as the chessboard, he is planning for eternity, and there are blood essences who are suspected of reincarnation gods confronting him for countless billions of years.

Lin Fan's eyes were full of coldness.

Dare to plan for eternity, dare to use the gods as chess, this kind of existence should be known from ancient times to the present, but he has never heard of it, and after serious thinking, he can't deduce the real name of the person who made the plan, but what?

Inadvertently involved in this place, destined to be unchangeable, mortal.

At this moment, what Lin Fan wanted to know was whether the suspected reincarnated blood could resist the planner.

What's more, up to now, Lin Fan dares to conclude that more than one god is focusing on him, watching everything about him in an unknown place, and the organizer is surprised, will those gods also appear?

"Ants; give your soul to destroy the Tao." The organizer whispered.

The tone did not fluctuate, and he was stating a fact.

Lin Fan at this moment was indeed an ant to him.

hum.

Suddenly, Lin Fan's soul sea stirred up waves, and the soul that was half a step away from the divine mirror was shaking, as if he couldn't bear the waves, and his physical body was rotting in an instant. Both the Tao and the body were rapidly decaying. Ordinarily, if life walks to the end, there is only one way back.

This made Lin Fan's hair stand on end!

Is this the means of the layout?

Speak out according to the law, like Yan Luo, who is aloof and aloof, is pronouncing the death of the little ghost.

Lin Fan could clearly hear that his past was howling in agony, about to pass away completely, those past events appeared in front of his eyes in an instant, but then quickly blurred.

"town!"

Lin Fan roared.

He knew that the planner wanted to wipe him out completely from the source, starting from Dalin County, to erase all traces of his existence.

Therefore, he suppressed his soul, suppressed his way, and suppressed his body. He reached out and fiddled with the causal line about himself, and found his own destiny node. A ghost in the long river of history beyond time and space.

With his current state, this is the best he can do at most. Only by turning himself into a ghost and jumping out of the long river of history can he survive with a glimmer of hope, otherwise he will disappear and be completely annihilated Get rid of all traces.

Most importantly, Lin Fan felt that all causality lines related to him were implicated.

At this moment; Lin Fan clearly felt that those people related to him were far away, running counter to himself in their destiny, and it hurt his heart.

Crash sound.

A line of cause and effect was broken and turned into white light and dissipated. It was the line of cause and effect about his best friend Li Guang. It was completely broken at this time. Lin Fan tried his best to remember everything about Li Guang, but he couldn't. Those memories were very deep. It was engraved on the soul, but at this moment, as if being gouged out by a heavenly knife, gradually, Lin Fan showed a little confusion and wept silently.

"What's wrong? Why do I seem to have lost something crucial?"

Lin Fan was crying, but he didn't know why, it was just like being cut by a sharp knife in his heart, it hurt so much.

But soon, Lin Fan understood the current situation, and his destiny to suppress his fate with Zhutian was a purple-red torrent as thick as a mountain, and the countless tributaries were all causal lines related to him, including Everything he cares about.

Punish the sky and the sky, in the ups and downs of chaos and the long river of fate, suppress yourself in the sky and earth.

but useless.

layout.

It was too scary. Standing proudly by the side, Lin Fan was no longer in his eyes. He squinted at the stubborn stone: "He seems to be very important. He is the key to your layout. I guess, just like me, I accidentally discovered his special fate. Do you want to treat him like a pawn crossing the river, and use him to uncover a corner of history?"

The stubborn stone is still ordinary, but which drop of blood is more brilliant, like a big sun, shining a terrifying light, making Wan Dao cry.

"No." The organizer frowned for the first time: "It shouldn't be as simple as a pawn. Could it be that he is also a handsome figure?"

Lin Fan was very weak, at this moment he couldn't stop his own decline, and was about to completely dissipate.

"Huh?" Suddenly, the organizer looked at Samsara: "Why can't I find the beginning?"

Lin Fan's disappearance ended here, and he didn't continue, and the fear of his life was completely gone.

But the body is worse than death.

As he grows old, the terrifying demigod in his body disappears, and without any cultivation, he is like the most ordinary dying old man in the mountains, whose finger that can easily explode the star of life is difficult to lift at this time .

"Where is the end?" The organizer frowned tightly.

This is too unreasonable for him.

Control the sky and control the fortune.

This is definitely not his bragging, but he does have this kind of supernatural power, otherwise, why would he dare to use all living beings as a chess game.

But at this time, he couldn't find the origin of an ant's life. Moreover, at this time, he condensed the sky and gathered the great fortune of heaven and earth, and he couldn't even calculate the end of life of an ant in his eyes.

However, the planner is sure that today, the ants in his eyes cannot die here.

"Heh, who is playing chess with this seat, using you as a matchmaker, do you want to wrestle with this seat?"

The layouter sneered.

Hey

At this moment, a long sigh sounded.

A big river was flowing, he connected the prehistoric world, penetrated the end of Taoism, and there was a figure, coming from under the long river, riding on the waves.

"Who are you?" There was surprise in the eyes of the organizer, he took a step back, his right hand kept beating, one after another bright runes were branded all over the void, and soon, the organizer's eyes appeared frightened again, and he shouted: " Who are you? Why do you seem to not exist in time and space?"

The figure stepping upstream from the long river of time is too illusory, as if it will disperse at any time; but when he came to the present world and appeared not far from the organizer, a breath above the sky suppressed the ages so-so.

The indifferent eyes looked at the planner like this, and suddenly Wan'er smiled and said: "Poor self-righteous person, you think that all living beings are chess in your hands, you think that the world is in your deduction, but you are sure, you are not The chess in other people's hands?"

"Lying." The organizer scolded: "This deity controls the fate of the world, and everything is in the deduction of this seat. Who can? Who dares?"

The phantom figure chuckled: "Then why can't you deduce his whole life? You think too highly of yourself."

The organizer sneered, unable to refute, Sen Leng said: "All existences that transcend fate, and those that are no longer under the control of this seat deserve to die."

Lin Fan was silent.

The moment this illusory figure appeared, Lin Fan's stature, which was no longer decayed, intensified, and he was going away to nothing.

"Who are you?" Lin Fan was asking.