Chapter 597: Death and Survival
The fisherman and Han Yi stood facing each other.
A violent energy suddenly descended.
The fisherman's face was calm and his body was as firm as a mountain, motionless.
Even the raincoat on his body seemed to have accumulated thousands of years of time. In this storm, it always clung to the fisherman's body without being affected by the outside world.
And from Han Yi's body, a monstrous dark evil energy seemed to be surging and emerging from within.
Under the cover of this inexplicable energy, the expression on Han Yi's face remained frozen at the moment when he was just stared at by the fisherman.
It looks indescribably eerie.
The pupils disappeared, and cracks appeared on the face like broken porcelain.
The whole body flickered from time to time and disappeared in the rolling black air.
In the blink of an eye, it quietly reappears.
Change happens in just a moment.
After taking a look, the fisherman put the fish basket that was originally placed on the ground back on his back and strode towards Cong Yunhai.
As for Han Yi...
The surging black air suddenly shrank back into his body after the old fisherman left.
But he did not return to normal.
He just stood there quietly, without any other movement.
Like a stone statue that has been here from beginning to end.
His empty eyes stared blankly ahead.
I don’t know how long it had been, when an ordinary white bird in the sky flew over the stone statue of Han Yi.
A strange thing happened.
Without any warning, the wound on the white bird's wing, which had already healed, suddenly opened again.
This caused it to suddenly lose balance, and it spun several circles in the air and continued to fall.
I didn't recover until I reached the ground.
He fell to his death in front of the stone statue of Han Yi.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
In a nearby small town, a group of mortals passed by here, talking and laughing.
It was as if they couldn't see Han Yi's statue and ignored him standing in the middle of the road.
He didn't even try to avoid it and just ran straight into it.
What’s even more mysterious is that the statue of Han Yi seems to be unreal.
No collision occurred.
The mortals walked right through.
He still looked calm and didn't notice anything unusual.
But after walking forward for a while, one of the mortals in the team suddenly covered his chest with his hands, his face turned pale.
Amid the exclamations of the crowd, he fell to the ground dejectedly.
Not long after, he died.
These mortals originally planned to go to the nearby mountains to pick some herbs.
Now that this has happened, I naturally have no intention of collecting herbs anymore.
Amid sobs, they carried the person who had unfortunately died of a heart attack back home.
Another period of time passed.
A monk in a green Taoist robe flew over Han Yi's statue with excitement on his face.
"I have finally found the last ingredient after going through so much trouble. Plus the alchemy furnace I bought earlier..."
"This time, the [Mysterious Ice Pill] is almost certain to succeed!"
He muttered to himself, his eyes full of anticipation.
One day later, an inconspicuous image of a fallen cultivator appeared in the sky above Luoyan Prefecture.
The general idea is that a cultivator made an operational error during the alchemy process, which led to an explosion of his furnace.
Not only did he fail to make the elixir, but he also lost his life.
In this day and age, the unfortunate death due to an alchemy furnace explosion is extremely rare, but it is not impossible.
The one who died was just an inconspicuous Jindan cultivator, and everyone just sighed a few words.
It didn't cause any more waves.
But some changes happened quietly in Luoyanzhou.
Not known to outsiders yet.
…
The perspective returns to the old fisherman.
Although he did not fly with the wind, he was just walking on the ground.
But the speed is extremely fast.
Once you take a step forward, the next step is already thousands of miles away.
His figure flashed continuously as he continued to move towards the sea of clouds.
When he arrived at Yuandaozhou, he was only one step away from his destination.
Suddenly, a blue figure blocked his way.
"Fellow Daoist, please go back..."
The fisherman frowned and looked at the other person.
He was wearing a blue Taoist robe, his hair was gray and his face was full of wrinkles.
He is old and frail, and it seems that his time is coming to an end.
"Have I seen you before?" the fisherman asked uncertainly.
The blue-robed monk coughed a few times and said in an old voice, "Daoyou are really becoming more and more forgetful."
"The last time we met, you still remembered me. Now, you don't even remember who I am?"
"Let me think about it. That was only two hundred years ago."
The fisherman lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about the meaning of the words of the old man in blue robe.
Not long after, he shook his head and said, "I really can't remember."
"But it doesn't matter..."
"You're going to die anyway."
The old fisherman spoke to himself.
The old man in blue robe was stunned.
"Yes, I'm dying..." The old man said with some sadness in his tone.
"Are you still going to stop me?" asked the fisherman.
"It's my duty, so I have to do it." Lan Yu answered without any hesitation.
The fisherman heard this and said nothing more.
Stretch out your right hand and reach forward.
A series of crisscrossing black lines suddenly appeared around the old man in blue robe, like a huge net, surrounding him from all sides.
The old man in blue robe groaned and suddenly disappeared.
Only a blue feather was left, emitting bursts of light in the shrinking fishing net.
The next moment, the fishing net shrank and disappeared and returned to the fisherman's hands.
Just looking at the blue feather in his hand, the fisherman raised his brows, seeming a little surprised.
Then, he shook his head slightly without any further hesitation.
He put Lan Yu in the fish basket behind him and continued to head towards Cong Yunhai.
Shortly after the fisherman left.
A vague figure reappeared on the scene.
"After I die, I won't care about the flood."
"snort!"
He took a deep look at the fisherman's back and disappeared on the spot.
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Qingyun Prefecture is separated from Luoyan Prefecture by two prefectures.
The moment his peeping perspective disappeared, Li Fan knew something was wrong.
His reaction was also very quick. He immediately took out the [Statue of Xianshi Tianzun] that had been given to him by the Five Elders from the cave.
It's not the one with five faces and ten hands who can get in touch with the [Wushuyuan].
Instead, it is a statue of Avalokitesvara with lowered brows and a compassionate look on his face.
The statue has only one function, which is to protect the sea of consciousness and prevent it from collapsing when the sea of consciousness suffers a fatal blow.
The effect is also extremely significant.
Just like being hit hard on the head with a stick, Li Fan suddenly felt a buzzing in his head.
There were thousands of double images in front of my eyes, and they were shaking continuously.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Li Fan subconsciously protected his head with his hands.
Even the body protection charging progress of [Zhenzhen] has dropped by 5%.
Fortunately, he only suffered minor injuries and his life was not in danger.
In the body's cave realm, the power of the five elements flows.
Li Fan recovered his strength in an instant.
(End of this chapter)
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