Chapter 4150: In the blink of an eye

"Monster Tomb!" The old tomb guard glanced at Xiao Fan thoughtfully, and said after thinking about it.
He didn't know why Xiao Fan was so eager, but he could feel that Xiao Fan had a sincere heart.
"Boy, you won't play their idea, I advise you to not, even if they die, no one can violate them." The old tomb guard persuaded meaningfully.
Xiao Fan didn't care much, even if he wanted to, he didn't dare.
Those who are not dead are obviously not dead. If you go in, don't you look for death?
"Aren't they supposed to be buried in the grave?" Xiao Fan asked curiously.
It was the first time he heard of the demon grave, and there was no demon grave in later generations.
The old tomb guard gave Xiao Fan a weird look. What does it mean that they should be buried in the Tomb of Eternal Cruelty? They are all dead, can they choose the place of burial by themselves?
Xiao Fan didn't say anything, he couldn't tell the old man at the tomb that he was the man of the future, right?
Moreover, even if he wanted to say, he couldn't say it.
"You said, will they be resurrected in the future?" Xiao Fan continued to ask after a long pause.
There was a glimmer of light in the eyes of the old man at the tomb, but he soon calmed down, and smiled indifferently: "How can I be resurrected when I die? You think it's the old man, I can't die if I want to die."
Xiao Fan's mouth twitched. Why does this old grave guard like to brag so much?
However, Xiao Fan was sure that not only the Demon Lord was not dead, but the Nine Ghosts and the Ancestor Asura were not dead, and even the Old Man Time and Space was still alive.
Only the sword master and the old man of reincarnation, Xiao Fan hadn't heard much in later generations.
Xiao Fan didn't continue to inquire either. He faintly guessed that the old man at the tomb knew a lot of secrets, but he didn't want to talk about it.
This old guy was clearly in the realm of the saint ancestor, but he didn't participate in the last battle. He obviously stayed on purpose.
It's just that Xiao Fan is puzzled, what is the old man guarding the grave?
"Senior, now that the Primordial God Realm is rebuilt, you, the dignified saint ancestor, are you here to stay?" Xiao Fan gave the old tomb guard a deep look.
"The old man has no other abilities, so he can only sit and wait to die." The old grave guard sighed, "The world now belongs to you young people."
Xiao Fan wanted to beat the old man tomb guard very much, but after thinking about it, the other party might kill him if he breathed out, so he could only give up.
After a few more chats, Xiao Fan left.
The old man at the tomb didn't keep him, until Xiao Fan left, he kept staring in the direction Xiao Fan was leaving, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Interesting, there are people I can't see through. This person is not easy." The old man tomb guard sighed long, and then lay down on his armchair, waiting to die.
Then he complained: "You are so happy to die, but you pity the old man me."
If Xiao Fan heard this, he would be surprised, this old man was really thinking about how to die.
Xiao Fan left the cemetery with a confused expression.
God endless became the patriarch of the Asura clan, and he didn't want to go to him.
He returned to Taikoo, just wanting to find more truth.
However, as time went by, Xiao Fan found that he was getting more and more confused.
Although the memory loss is very slow now, it hasn't stopped completely, and he doesn't know how long he will completely forget himself.
The only thing I can do now is to learn more before I completely forget it.
Ten thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye, Xiao Fan has traveled almost every corner of the Primordial God Realm, and now the Primordial God Realm is still much larger than later generations.
He has experienced different lives in various identities, and has never splashed any waves in the river of time and space.
In the longest place, he stayed for fifty years, but he was quickly forgotten.
Xiao Fan felt that the time was extremely long. Ten thousand years was too long. He didn't know how to return to the afterlife. He didn't know how long such a day would take.
During the period, his cultivation base wanted to break through several times, but he was forcibly suppressed.
But the power of the soul could not be suppressed anyway.
Now, Xiao Fan's soul power had broken through to the Heavenly Venerable Realm, and he was only one step away from the Half-Step Holy Ancestor. This was the result of his suppression.
Otherwise, he estimated that it was at least half the power of the soul of the Saint Ancestral Realm now.
During the period, many evildoers appeared in the Primordial God Realm, and Xiao Fan saw their growth with his own eyes.
In the blink of an eye for thousands of years, Xiao Fan saw all the vicissitudes of life. Instead of walking on the wild land, he chose a place to live in seclusion.
He was waiting for an opportunity, a chance to return to the hereafter.
"Ten thousand years, I don't know what happened to the future generations." Xiao Fan sat under an old tree, his eyes closed slightly, and he looked old and sighed.
He went back to the past, and he didn't know whether the time for the future generations was still passing. If it was one to one, he probably had missed a lot.
Has the alien invaded?
Does the Primordial God Realm still exist?
"Teacher, what are you thinking about?" At this moment, a teenage boy walked over and rubbed his shoulders for Xiao Fan.
The young man was wearing a coarse cloth, a pair of pitch-black jewel-like lips, and a pair of sword eyebrows that were sharp and sharp. At the same time, he had expectations for the outside world.
The young man's name was Qiu Tian, ​​who was rescued from a pool of blood when Xiao Fan passed by.
Xiao Fan originally thought that he had seen everything in the world and that he was cold-blooded enough, but in the end he found that he was still not ruthless enough.
He said yes to not change history, and finally looked at the helpless young man, he still extended a helping hand.
He still clearly remembered that five years ago, the eight-year-old boy buried his dead parents with his own hands, showing firmness, but never left a tear.
When the young man took a broken blade and rushed into the horse thief alone, trying to avenge his dead parents, Xiao Fan's calm heart was finally touched.
He rescued the boy, taught him how to read, and taught him how to be a man, but he never intended to teach him to step into martial arts.
Xiao Fan didn't want to, that pure heart was blinded by hatred.
But he knew that teenagers often sneaked to the Wutang next door to learn.
Qiu Tian has never given up martial arts.
"Chou Tian, ​​do you want to learn martial arts?" Xiao Fan touched Qiu Tian's head and said with a petting smile.
Qiu Tian's eyes were bright, he knelt in front of Xiao Fan with a thud, and said firmly: "Teacher, I want to learn martial arts."
"What do you want to do when learning Wu?" Xiao Fan smiled.
"Be stronger and protect the people I need to protect." Qiu Tian took a deep breath.
Xiao Fan took a deep look at Qiu Tian. If Qiu Tian said he wanted revenge, he would have given up the idea of ​​teaching him martial arts.
But what he didn't expect was that Qiu Tian actually said such an answer. "Chou Tian, ​​you are still young, so you shouldn't be blinded by hatred." Xiao Fan sighed, "From today, I will teach you martial arts, but you must promise me one condition."