National Magician: I Am The Only Immortal Cultivator

Boom!

The blinding light cut through the dark night of the grassland.

Mr. Han sat on the ground, the light on his body gradually faded.

People always remember all kinds of things that happened before they die.

He was twenty-three years old that year, high-spirited, young and frivolous, and the monster tribe from another world invaded the grassland, so how could he, as a child of the grassland, sit and wait for death.

Perhaps it was destined by the heavens, when he was about to die, he left his body mentally and saw the world of Lanxing's spiritual level.

Entering an ancient ruin in the spiritual world, the statue of Qinglong is shining brightly, and it is after that that he gained the power of the gods.

This is both a strength and a responsibility.

Every time the power of the gods is used, his physical load will increase by one point, and the more power he uses, the greater the physical load.

During the long battle with the alien monsters, he got acquainted with one of the grassland gods, Sirius God.

The two of them fought side by side until most of the alien monster races were driven out of the grassland.

In terms of heroism, he is a qualified hero, but in terms of family, he is definitely not a qualified husband or father.

He wanted to make up for the love he lacked in his son in his grandson.

But now...

There was a wry smile on Mr. Han's vicissitudes face.

The divine light that had been dimmed on his body resurfaced again.

Grandson, let grandpa protect you this last time!

The receded cyan dragon scales reappeared, and the already collapsed body dissipated like burning white paper.

And at this moment, the God of Sirius stood in front of Mr. Han.

One god and one man intend to use all their strength to resist the terrifying force that can destroy all living beings within a hundred miles.

"It's time for our story to come to an end."

Mr. Han showed a wry smile, and at this critical moment, a figure in a black windbreaker suddenly appeared.

He stretched out his right hand lightly, and then shook it suddenly.

In an instant, the tyrannical magic power disappeared.

The grassland returned to calm again, as if nothing had happened.

"You... are Ye Feng, right?"

Mr. Han looked at Ye Feng's back and smiled faintly. Ye Feng, who was wearing a mask, didn't refute but nodded slightly after hearing this.

"I have long felt that you are not simple. Although it looks ordinary, it can give me a feeling of palpitation."

Mr. Han looked at the starry sky of the grassland. He has been guarding the grassland all his life, and now it is the best destination to die here.

"Ye Feng, please take care of that reckless brat Han Yi for me. If possible, I hope he won't be a hero like me. Our Han family has too many heroes, and there is no need for him to follow in his footsteps. "

Han Yi's father was in the army and was on the front line all year round fighting monsters from other worlds. He made countless achievements and was hailed as a hero for a long time.

For three generations of the Han family, two heroes are enough.

Seeing Mr. Han whose body gradually dissipated, Ye Feng just said lightly:

"I don't have time to take care of that guy. You should take care of it yourself. As for the hero? I don't know if he should be a hero or not. Anyway, I don't like being a person. I go with the wind and move with my heart. It's something I don't want to do. Even if the way of heaven comes, it won’t work.”

Ye Feng stretched out his finger, and the body of old man Han who was rapidly disintegrating recovered, but the power of the green dragon in his body floated out and dissipated between the sky and the earth at this time.

"Did you leave this power when you saw that your body was not good? Using humans as tools, this god is a bit stupid."

Ye Feng watched the Qinglong force disappearing into the sky and returning to another spiritual latitude world of Blue Star, and couldn't help complaining.

However, Mr. Han was not angry, he just smiled and said:

"You misunderstood this. Without the power of Qinglong, my body function would not be able to live for such a long time. The gods saw that I was fine and went to find the next successor. The consciousness of Qinglong has dissipated in the long river of history. The remaining power is wandering with a wisp of will, Qinglong is dead, but his power is still protecting Huaxia."

Ye Feng looked at the Qinglong power that disappeared into the sky and couldn't help complaining.

"It's just the bond, the bond is dead generation after generation, and I don't know who the next unlucky person will be."

.....

In the yurt, Mr. Han waved goodbye to the six people sitting in the van.

The originally lively yurt was deserted again.

"well."

Mr. Han sighed helplessly, and just as he was about to go back to the yurt to pack up his things and go out to herd the sheep, a wolf cub suddenly ran up to him.

"Old man, how about my newly condensed body?"

Sirius proudly showed his newly condensed body in front of Mr. Han, and Mr. Han smiled when he heard this, and stretched out his hand to rub the big hairy dog's head.

.....

Mobei City, one of the northern cities.

The first thing Ye Feng did when he came here was to find a single room in a hotel, find an e-sports room with a computer, and once the door is locked and the computer is turned on, no one can stop my enthusiasm for watching fan games and playing games.

The Mobei Grassland at night is not as prosperous as the City of Hope.

Pooh!

Blood splattered in a villa.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, the tattooed woman's eyes were full of disgust.