Fish swimming around the world

At this moment, Xiang Yinghong murmured to herself: "Self-destruction... How is it possible? How can a self-centered person like him be willing to blow himself up..."

Jiang Fan turned to look at the shocked Xiang Yinghong: "Valley Master, did you also find something wrong? I can tell you that this is what you call the work of the gods. They planted a secret technique in his body, which not only controls his mind, but also can Let it be used as a suicide weapon. Can your god still resurrect him like this? And you still think that God is worthy of belief? "

Xiang Yinghong's eyes fluctuated for a while, but a sneer came from his mouth: "Haha, King Xiaoyao, why bother to instigate? The gods have their own plans. Maybe, even so, the gods can bring the dead back to life."

Jiang Fan snorted slightly: "It's hopeless."

Xiang Yinghong said calmly: "My scholar has turned into bones, and the gods have never said that they are helpless. The methods of gods are beyond the imagination of you ordinary people."

Jiang Fan glanced at her: "You're not hopeless, you're just stubborn."

Jiang Fan couldn't help but regret not being able to capture the other party alive, but he couldn't care less about it at the moment. He immediately ordered people to sweep the entire Peach Blossom Spring to eliminate all safety hazards in order to carry out subsequent deployment.

Jiang Fan was also observing the situation here everywhere.

The more he looked at it, the more Jiang Fan felt that this was a God-given place.

This place is very similar to the White Tiger Secret Realm. They are both hidden deep in the mountains and cannot be seen from the outside world. Although the area is relatively small, it is not a problem to accommodate 20,000 to 30,000 people. There is also a water source here. One-third of the entire Peach Blossom Valley is occupied by a cold pool, called Peach Blossom Pool. It is said that the water in this pool is a thousand feet deep. Moreover, there is no external miasma here. According to Sikong Yu, the climate here is like spring all year round.

"What a great place to retire." Jiang Fan sighed as he strolled around admiring the beautiful scenery.

Wuhen said calmly next to him: "Retirement care? How old are you? Besides, the vast world outside can support a freak like you, and there isn't enough room here."

Jiang Fan smiled and said without comment, "But no matter what, this is a good place and should not be occupied by evil people. Now, it belongs to me."

Wuhen looked around: "I might consider living here as a hermit in the future. I think the old fields farming over there will also like it very much."

Jiang Fan waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, that's all I said, we won't even reach that time."

Wuhen nodded slightly: "Let's talk about the immediate situation first. You can tell me in private how confident you are."

Jiang Fan walked a few steps and sat down on a wooden stake by the Peach Blossom Pond. He pondered for a while and said, "Uncle, seriously, I think it's a sure shot to kill this Peach Blossom God. But if I want to capture him alive, I have to worry about it." But I’m only five points sure.”

"Only five points?" Wuhen's brows moved slightly.

"Well, I have seen more than one celestial being and heard of many more. Their methods are hard to guard against."

He was really unsure. Although he had such a large array, such manpower, and even the old guy's silver needle as a sea-fixing artifact, he still had no idea. I really don’t know what means the Heavenly Master will use to commit suicide. Just like just now, even though he was restrained by the Heavenly Master and couldn’t move, he still self-destructed into blood mist. And he had never figured out how the snake spirit disciple in Taibai Mountain blew himself up.

If we assume that the master with a human face and a peach blossom is sober and figured out a way to self-destruct on his own, then it makes no sense for the Snake Spirit Disciple. He seemed to be triggered by some conditions and suddenly self-destructed, and it didn't look like it was of his own will at all. Then there are the people in the Unknown Dark Palace. Although they have figured out the source of suicide, the principle is not clear, which also shows the variety of Tianwaitian's methods.

After he spoke briefly, he said seriously: "I think the only thing we can do is to imitate the method of controlling the Wood Spirit disciple, blind him for a moment, make him fall into a coma, and then try to find out what is wrong with him. Wake up later.”

Wuhen nodded slowly: "No wonder you are so cautious. You are not worried about the opponent's combat power, but the weird and unreasonable self-inflicted method."

"Well, it's rare to find a true heavenly being. We can't let him die..."

Wuhen suddenly had a strange expression: "Boy, I came here as soon as I received the letter, but I have a question but I never bothered to ask it."

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "You want to ask, why am I obsessed with dealing with heavenly beings?"

Wuhen nodded: "Yes, there are only two of you and me here. Tell me why. Tianwaitian is the most mysterious place in the sky and the earth throughout the ages. Most people in the world think that they are the residence of the gods in the sky. Why do you...have to fight against them?"

Looking at his deep eyes, Jiang Fan suddenly felt a little strange, his eyes were a little strange...

Even though the person in front of him was the person he trusted the most, Jiang Fan still didn't dare to tell him about the Heaven Defying One immediately. Facing the other party's gaze, he said slowly: "Because my wife and them are enemies..."

Wuhen shook his head: "Why should I be insincere to my uncle? My uncle just wanted to ask..."

In an instant, his gaze became as sharp as a sword: "Have you ever farmed?"

This incomprehensible sentence made Jiang Fan suddenly look shocked.

"Grandpa...farming requires seeds..."

Wuhen's skinny hands actually tightened the hilt of the sword: "Yes, we need seeds. If all things on earth need to reproduce, they are inseparable from seeds everywhere..."

Jiang Fan said slowly: "Seeds need to grow, but they need the care of old farmers... I wonder if my uncle has ever been a farmer? As far as I know, my master Tianjizi knows it. He once taught the empress in a small village in the north. Farming..."

Wuhen stared at him for a long time, and a strange light slowly appeared in his eyes: "So that's it, kid... you are cautious enough, but I am your uncle."

Jiang Fan said seriously: "But you are not the uncle of Tianxiaren."

Wuhen finally showed a rare smile and nodded: "Very good, kid, very good. I have been thinking about it for a long time, but I have never had the opportunity to ask."

He looked at Jiang Fan: "Now I tell you, I... your uncle has been a seed and an old farmer, but when I was a seed, the old farmer was... the emperor of man."

Jiang Fan was immediately shocked: "Which emperor?"

Wuhen looked far away: "His Majesty Xianzong."

Jiang Fan was stunned, and the next moment a flash of lightning flashed through his mind. He looked at Wuhen in disbelief: "So... Xianzong Renhuang is a branch of the anti-heaven..."

Wuhen smiled: "The anti-heaven, you finally said it, yes, and my uncle is in this branch, and my guide is His Majesty Anzong."

"Anzong?" Jiang Fan was shocked beyond words. Xianzong shocked him very much, but it was reasonable. After all, Renhuang is the emperor of the world, and it is not surprising that he becomes the anti-heaven. But Anzong... That weak and incompetent Anzong who has done nothing all his life is actually Wuhen's guide?

Looking at his shocked expression, Wuhen nodded: "Yes, do you feel surprised? His Majesty Anzong is famous for his mediocrity."