Unlike Taiyi, the kind father who gently teaches his son.
The hot-tempered ancestor of Emperor Xuan was "hot and boiling" and greeted his great-great-grandson.
In the mirror where Xiao Chenyan was, the father and son started fighting as soon as they met.
Galan stood on the ground, his hands lazily draped over his sword, looking at his son in the battle with a critical and mocking expression.
The fire of all living things surrounded Xiao Chenyan's body, and the flames turned into arrows, shooting in all directions.
And where he was, there were blood eyes on all sides.
Murderous blood-red eyes stared at him, and the murderous intent transformed from the power of the eyes locked onto him firmly.
Galan: "Too weak."
A huge Dharma image appeared and shattered the blood-red eyes one by one.
Xiao Chenyan stood with a gun in his hand, tore off his bloodstained outer robe, and stared coldly at the place where Galan was.
Galan: "You can only condense this Dharma image from your whole body to match my finger movement."
He moved his fingers, and the giant sword broke through the air and slashed towards the Dharma image.
Fashang clasped his fists to block, Galan curled his lips and pressed his index finger downwards.
With a loud bang, the Dharma image was shattered, and the giant sword chopped towards Xiao Chenyan's head, cutting him in two.
Divine blood splattered everywhere.
Galan looked at the split Xiao Chenyan, his eyes moved, and an angry roar came from his heart, as if something was beating the inner wall.
He suddenly raised his hand, pierced his chest, pulled out the heart, and threw it aside like a worn-out shoe.
That heart gradually expanded, took shape, and turned into another him.
He became Xiao Ji.
Not far away, Xiao Chenyan, who was split in half, suddenly opened his eyes. He stood up, and the two halves that were split in half gradually healed into two of him, like two bodies.
He is cold and stern.
The other him is cold and indifferent.
One is Xiao Chenyan, the other is Cang Ming.
Galan raised his hand and transformed his own soul into Xiao Ji and threw him in the direction of Xiao Chenyan and Cangming.
The two of them teleported over, one on the left and one on the right, and caught Xiao Ji.
But Xiao Ji looked dull and lifeless, like an empty shell, but both Xiao Chenyan and Cang Ming could feel that familiar warmth from Xiao Ji.
“Father…”
"Father."
Xiao Ji was speechless and unable to respond. He seemed to have no thoughts, but tears flowed from his eyes.
Galan's cold and ruthless voice sounded:
"Don't you want him as a father?"
"I will cut him out and hand him over to you now, but..."
Jia Lan looked at Xiao Chenyan and Cang Ming with cold eyes and disdain: "Whether you can save him or not depends on your ability, boy."
Even more terrifying than before, the number of murderous blood eyes doubled and appeared again. Xiao Chenyan and Cang Ming protected Xiao Ji behind them.
The terror of murderous intent descended upon him, and Galan's voice became extremely ruthless:
"This is your only chance."
"I also want to see how far you can go for your beloved father."
…
Qing Wu and three others came in, and each of them had a special meal for one of their fathers (ancestors).
The moment Qing Wu saw Fan Youxu after entering the time mirror, she forgot about everyone else.
Fan You sat opposite her and looked at her with a smile.
Huge waves surged in Qing Wu's mind and chest, and all her thoughts and words converged into two words: Father!
Her chest felt stuffy and painful. The cries of "Father, Father, Father, Father, Father..." kept echoing and seemed to be about to break through her throat, making her want to call him over and over again.
But in the end, there was only that choking, tentative, and unbelieving voice: "...Is it you, old thing?"
Fan You sighed helplessly: "You don't want to call me father anymore?"
Qing Wu felt a dull pain in her heart for a moment, and she was in a trance. She ran a few steps quickly, and finally ran into Fan You's arms like a mad calf.
When she came running, Fan You stood up, as if he had expected her to "rush forward". He caught her steadily and patted her back soothingly.
"Father is here, don't be afraid."
"Who's afraid? I'm Arahat, how could I be afraid!" Qing Wu buried her face in his arms and retorted in a hoarse voice. She held his hands but tied them tightly.
Fan You did not expose her, but just patted her on the back again and again.
After a long, long time, Qing Wu was finally sure that what she saw was not an illusion or a dream. She relaxed a little and stepped out of Fan You's arms.
Fan You lowered his eyes and saw that she was tugging at the corner of his sleeve tightly. He did not point it out and simply "ignored" her little action.
There was no trace of brokenness on Qing Wu's face. She was the domineering A Luosha Tian again. "Old man, how are you now? Are you resurrected? Can you breathe?"
Fan You shook his head and explained the situation here to her.
"The Green Emperor has used his power to temporarily awaken me. Here, my consciousness will not fall into confusion. With the support of the majestic life of the Tongtian Tree, I can maintain this form."
Qing Wu's heart darkened for a moment, then she perked up and thought, "Ten thousand years passed in the time mirror, but only a moment passed in the outside world. Is the Qing Emperor buying time for us to become stronger?"
"So, Father Taiyi is teaching my eldest brother, and Galan is serving as a whetstone for the inkstone?"
Fan You thought about the conversation between Galan and Qingdi after he came in, and thought, this whetstone might be harder than the knife, and Xiao Chenyan would probably suffer a lot.
"Who taught Mi Yan to be like that? It can't be that Shao Yang, right? His mediocre skills are not even enough to make a fool of himself."
"The Green Emperor asked Zhu Jiuyin to use the power of time to summon the soul of the Black Emperor."
Qing Wu was stunned: "Emperor Xuan is dead, where does his soul come from? If not, can the power of time be used like this?"
"Wait, Father, you don't mean that the Emperor Xuan who is summoned now is the spirit of Emperor Xuan who was 'still alive in his prime', right?"
Fan You nodded: "It is not wrong to say that it is at its peak, but the power is still limited. After all, the user is Shaoyang's physical body."
It was also because of the collision between Emperor Xuan's past soul and the remaining consciousness of the present time after entering Shaoyang's physical body in the 'present tense' that he knew what his unworthy descendant Shaoheng had done, and that he became so furious.
Qing Wu frowned.
Zhu Jiuyin and Zhu You were just peeking into the future, but were fooled by time.
And now, with the time mirror and the soul summoning, the father and son can't afford the price...
"The Qing Emperor, he..."
Fan You sighed and nodded in agreement with Qing Wu's guess.
"He will perish completely and cease to exist..."
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