"What you pay is life—"
Amidst the huge waves, the voice of the old man Hun Ding echoed, as well as Zhu Ling's look at him before performing the spell. For some reason, Bu Feng could clearly remember that look. Yes, resentful and sad!
Bu Feng's complexion was pale, and the white halo fluttered randomly on his body. The corners of his mouth trembled, and a terrible thought suddenly rose in his heart, could it be that she, could it be that she had—
Impossible, how come, I just saw her, I just saw her!
The moment that caused Bu Feng pain and humiliation just now has become the only reason Bu Feng can comfort himself at this moment. However, after replaying that moment again and again, Bu Feng found that from the beginning to the end, he did not feel "that Zhu Ling" The existence of it seems that there is just an illusion!
All the irrationality has been explained, why did Zhu Ling suddenly become so indifferent? Why didn't she say a word to herself? Why did she leave such a sentence at the end>
All the doubts in Bu Feng's heart had been given the most reasonable explanation, but he would rather not have this explanation, he would rather, all this is a dream!
However, Bu Feng knew that all of this was true, and his sister Ling didn't want to implicate him until the end!
Bu Feng closed his eyes, he did not hide the tears dripping from the corners of his eyes at all, and he did not even suppress the sadness rising from the bottom of his heart at all, the sadness that was enough to destroy himself!
Yixing watched Bu Feng suddenly calm down, and two tears fell from the corners of her eyes, her heart was shocked, she was terrified by Bu Feng's behavior, she panicked, and the Xingkong cable followed suit. Broken, dissipated in this space, the star power returned to outer space again!
Yixing looked at Bu Feng helplessly, and after a while, suddenly turned around and looked at Zhu Rou. She didn't understand what was going on, and Bu Feng's weird behavior made her completely panic, and she also noticed that she didn't Don't know the truth of the matter!
When she looked at Zhu Rou, the doubts in her heart became more intense, and the feeling of powerlessness and bewilderment also became more intense, because——
She saw that Zhu Rou's shoulders were also trembling slightly, the famous disciple of Que Xian seemed to be crying!
She suddenly understood, but the feeling of helplessness in her heart became stronger and stronger, this is not a problem that can be solved by cultivation!
——
Bu Feng stood up and looked at the beautiful landscape under the beautiful peak. The white halo on his body gradually disappeared into his body. After a long while, the white luster could no longer be seen on his body!
He turned around, walked up to Zhu Rou, and asked softly, "Auntie, I want to see her again!"
Zhu Rou looked at Bu Feng for a while, then nodded silently, and with a wave of her right hand, the entrance to the sky garden covered by thick green was revealed. She climbed up the steps, and Bu Feng followed quietly.
Bu Feng's calm surprised Zhu Rou, but made Yi Xing feel scared. Yi Xing, who has practiced the starry sky for thousands of years, felt that there seemed to be something wrong, but she couldn't tell it, and with the current messy state of mind, she couldn't help it. Unpredictable, she shook off that weird feeling from her heart, and followed Bu Feng up.
Behind her, the emerald haze swirled, blocking the entrance to the hanging garden again!
—
When Bu Feng lifted the dark blue curtain, only an ice coffin was left in his eyes, and emerald gas flowed in the ice coffin, and the rich emerald color could not hide the woman in the ice coffin at all. Pale countenance!
Bu Feng calmly crossed the threshold and walked over quietly, as if afraid of disturbing the sleep of the woman in the ice coffin.
However, Yi Xing found that the door frame that Bu Feng touched just now had disappeared in a pale halo, and disappeared soundlessly, just like Bu Feng's footsteps!
Both Zhu Rou and Yi Xing were worried that Bu Feng would go crazy again, so they stayed in the room, quietly watching Bu Feng and the innocent woman in the ice coffin.
And Ah Jin, that simple boy from the pharmacy, was also looking at Bu Feng quietly at this moment, and said softly in his heart: Miss, he is here to see you!
Bu Feng walked to the ice coffin, knelt there gently, stroked the ice coffin gently, looked at the woman in the ice coffin as quiet as before, looked at the exquisite facial features, the long eyelashes , that small nose, and the slender neck like a swan!
He smiled softly, very quietly and peacefully, looked at Zhu Ling in the ice coffin, his eyes were full of clarity, after stroking for a while, he said softly to the woman in the coffin: "Ling'er, Do you know? For you, I will do anything!"
Suddenly, white streams flowed out of Bu Feng's body, and the number of white streams increased, reaching an unfathomable number almost instantly, completely enveloping the ice coffin, and the countless streams were silent. Flowing in quietly, with waves of chaotic energy!
"It's useless, her vitality has been exhausted. If it wasn't for the spiritual energy here to nourish her soul, she would have already lost her soul, and even the mistress can't do anything about it!" A Jin was about to go forward to stop Bu Feng, worried in his heart. Bu Feng accidentally damaged Zhu Ling's body.
Zhu Rou also frowned slightly, she was also worried about the same problem, just when she was about to speak, suddenly she felt a burst of strange fluctuations coming from where Bu Feng was, and the rest of her eyes Guang saw the trembling Yixing.
At this time, Bu Feng suddenly turned his head, with a faint smile on his face, that smile was unusually quiet, so quiet that Zhu Rou and Ah Jin's hearts immediately settled down.
"I know that the primordial power of chaos can't replenish the vitality she has consumed—" Bu Feng paused lightly, a trace of pain flashed across his face, and continued: "I just want to see her future!"
Saying these words, it was as if the spiritual energy of the entire spiritual realm had suddenly burst out, causing all the people present to freeze instantly.
Zhu Rou suddenly remembered what that weird fluctuation was.
That is the fluctuation of the rhythm of time!
Yi Xing pointed at Bu Feng tremblingly, her mouth grew wide, and she couldn't speak. She suddenly understood why Bu Feng could escape from the Temple of the Earth's Extremes, why Bu Feng could be in the Temple of the Extremes of the Earth. In the golden lake closest to the Wujian River, I saw the sign of heaven.
Apart from those protoss who are known as divination days, how could there be other races in the world that can so easily set off waves in the rhythm of time
Yi Xing is a great prophet who has practiced the starry sky divination technique for thousands of years. However, even if she successfully summons the power of the vast and boundless starry sky, she cannot easily cause waves in the rhythm of time. The rhythm is chaotic, and then I see an illusion that I don't know where it started or where it died.
But it can't accurately uncover the barrier between the rhythm of space and the rhythm of time that is difficult to break through. This is why the prophecy is so mysterious and ethereal, because these prophets can never confirm whether the scenes they see are real or not. When did it happen!
At this moment, Yi Xing suddenly heard that Bu Feng could actually see Zhu Ling's future, and the earlier guess in her mind was confirmed once again. In the entire time limit, only the supreme Bu Tian God Clan can do this. .
Therefore, she has already confirmed in her heart that Bu Feng is not only related to the Butian clan, but also that he is a Butian clan!
"Bu Tianshen clan—" Rao Yiyixing's cultivation level and Shen Jing couldn't accept her own judgment at the moment, so she couldn't help but let out a soft breath.
After Yixing made a sound, she suddenly woke up. Someone said the name of this group at the same time as her just now. A trace of fear, and deep despair!
But Bu Feng didn't know what Yi Xing and Zhu Rou were thinking at all. After he made that decision in his heart, a familiar scene suddenly appeared in his mind.
The gray smoke was misty, different from what he saw in the dream before, there was a long black line running through the gray smoke, condensing the spiritual power behind the long black line, Bu Feng suddenly discovered that the black line was made up of sharp cones with both ends pointed, and those cones were point-to-point, rotating rapidly. Although each cone rotates at a different speed, and some even rotate in completely different directions, but the black line formed by those cones as a whole is unusually quiet, still in the gray cloud!
This is the scene he saw in the golden lake in the Temple of the Earth. At that time, he was able to take Yixing out of the Temple of the Earth because of the comprehension. Now, when his spiritual tentacles instinctively start to touch the time During the rhythm, this image appeared again in Bu Feng's spiritual world, and Bu Feng also had a further understanding of this image.
There was a strange feeling in his original soul, it seemed to be the sound of grass breaking through the ground in spring, it seemed to be the sound of sprouts trying to get out from under the rocks, Bu Feng felt, In the soul, some things awakened, and some vague things before gradually became clear, and the messy mental tentacles no longer moved randomly.
A strange rhythm circulated from Bu Feng's soul, and then the spiritual power of Bu Feng's whole body also began to circulate with that rhythm. The white spiritual power formed a long collection of double-headed cones. The sharp cone slowly turned out of Bu Feng's spiritual world and appeared in front of Bu Feng's eyes.
Afterwards, Yi Xing, Zhu Rou and Na Ah Jin saw a strange scene. A long silk thread superimposed by milky white double-headed light cones was pulled out from Bu Feng's forehead little by little, and then stayed on the ice. The sky above the coffin lightly penetrated through the ice coffin and appeared above Zhu Ling. The sharp cone at one end of the silk rope was connected to Zhu Ling's sky cap.
In the pale white halo, an unusually weird scale sounded slowly, and the whole space trembled violently with that scale. The aura in the air was like a wild horse that had run wild, scurrying around. On both sides of the cliff, the emerald green haze also began to tremble, constantly changing.
Ah Jin fell to the ground lightly, his face pale.