Xi Zifeng bit her lower lip and slowly flew towards the spiritual cultivation star ahead, closing her eyes without tears.
Her tears, as early as these eight hundred years, shed dry.
Slowly, her body's cultivation base revolved, and gradually a soft glow spread from her body, and a trace of her soul slowly floated out, turning into a wave of divine consciousness and went straight to the front, which had been moved away. There were no more mortals and monks. Cultivation star left.
Suddenly, his divine consciousness was connected with the cultivation star, and his face was pale, and his divine consciousness slammed his teeth outwards!
This comprehension star suddenly reverberated, and its slow rotation immediately paused after being pulled by this divine sense!
But at the moment it paused, an unspeakable force came out suddenly, and went straight to Xizifeng's divine consciousness to violently impact.
Xi Zifeng spouted a mouthful of blood, and the sense of consciousness that his soul could not bear the force of the counter-shock, it was torn from the middle in an instant!
His complexion was pale, his body receded several tens of feet continuously, the primordial spirit filled once again, and turned into a spiritual consciousness to go straight to this cultivation star, and once again twitched!
Under the violent roaring sound, the violent vibration of the cultivation star faintly showed signs of changing its trajectory, but its counter shock was stronger than before, and it burst out under the rumbling sound. , Xi Zifeng's spiritual consciousness was shocked by the explosion, and collapsed again!
The collapse caused Xizifeng’s divine consciousness to disintegrate every inch, and his primordial spirit was severely wounded and rolled back into his body. Blood spurted from Xizifeng’s mouth. His body trembled as if he could not stand firmly, his complexion was as gray as hell. His eyes were also dimmed.
"Useless waste!" In a cold snort, the middle-aged man from the Lei Xiandian envoy stepped forward and passed directly over Xi Zifeng. With a flick of his sleeves, his spiritual consciousness went straight to the Xiuzhen star, and under his sip, The Cultivation Star shook violently, slowly leaving its track of rotation for countless years.
"Move the star!" The middle-aged man hugged his hands empty, grabbing the cultivation star like he was, and shouting behind him.
The nearly one hundred cultivators didn’t need to tell them, and at the moment their words came out, they went straight ahead, and a series of silver filaments flashed out, connected with the cultivation star, forming a huge silver net, covering the star. At the same time, force it to move.
Only one old man sighed as he walked by Xi Zifeng, took out a bottle of pill from the storage bag, and quickly handed it to Xi Zifeng.
"Friend Xizi, the old man was also the Thunder Immortal Realm he brought out back then..." the old man said softly as he walked past Xi Zifeng.
Xi Zifeng silently took the medicine bottle with gratitude in his eyes. It contained Luo Tian's precious pill. After swallowing it, he speeded up the healing. In the past eight hundred years, the ancestors of the Xi family had not helped the people who had been brought out of the Thunder Immortal Realm together by Wang Lin. If it were not for these people, Xi Zifeng's path to cultivation would have been even more difficult.
"What are you doing there, but you can't move the stars, waste is waste, and you have a good-looking face to be destroyed. If you agreed to my request, how come you are today!" The middle-aged man from the Lei Xiandian envoy sneered.
"My Envoy, Fellow Daoist Xizi also joined Lei Xiandian. Although her cultivation level is not enough, her identity is the same as mine. She has shaken many cultivation stars before and has not healed her injuries. Why are you aggressive? Let her take care of her a little, it's impossible! "The old man who gave the medicine before that could not bear it, retorted.
The middle-aged man flashed his eyes and looked at the talking old man.
"This messenger does something, but you need to point your finger!"
The old man's cultivation was only in the early stage of Peeping Nirvana. When the middle-aged man stared at him, he immediately felt a huge pressure on his face, but the old man gritted his teeth and raised his head, sneered.
"You should also know now that Fellow Daoist Xizi was in love with him back then, when he was there, you dare to do so!"
As soon as the words came out, the middle-aged monk's eyes suddenly flashed a fierce light, and his heart was shocked. He naturally knew who the other party said it was. The man of the year, the momentum of the scene in the battle of the immortal, was only Yangshi. In his realm, he is completely an existence that needs to be looked up.
He didn't dare to show any disrespect in front of that person at all. Especially in the first battle of the Alliance Star Territory, that person completely emerged. The two major star territories of the Luotian Alliance were famous. In front of him, this middle-aged cultivator recognized himself as an ant.
"He has already left, and he might even die..." The middle-aged man interrupted with a sneer before the middle-aged man finished his words.
"If you come back!"
This sentence silenced the middle-aged man. After a long time, he gave a cold snort, flicked his sleeves, and shouted: "Stop talking, Xi Zifeng, and you, go and move the stars!"
The old man glanced at the middle-aged man, stopped speaking, and joined the cultivator of Moving Star.
Xi Zifeng remained silent all the time, gave up continuing to heal his wounds, and walked forward silently, gritted his teeth and turned into a silver thread, affecting the cultivation star, and slowly flew forward with everyone.
The middle-aged man was at the forefront, his expression gloomy, and his mood was a little disturbed by the old man's words.
"What if I come back..." The words lingered in his ears for a long time.
A group of nearly a hundred people, under the roar of the movement of the cultivation star, slowly flew forward, gradually moving farther and farther.
But before long, in the starry sky in front of these people, a figure in white clothes appeared. The figure in white clothes fluttered with white hair and walked slowly forward in the starry sky.
It seems to be slow, but in fact every step it takes, it crosses the endless starry sky. In the eyes of everyone, it is only a white shadow and a flower, and it is almost suffocating like the feeling of pressing down on a mountain. In an instant this feeling dissipated, and the white shadow disappeared in front of everyone.
All this happened in an instant, and it seemed that people couldn't even react quickly, just like an illusion.
Everyone was shocked and their eyes were shocked, especially the middle-aged man at the front. After a moment of stunned, his heart was filled with shock.
But before they were awakened from the shock, they heard a soft voice clearly, as if it came slowly from the starry sky.
This voice fell in the ears of everyone, and immediately caused the nearly a hundred cultivators to roar again, their complexions changed greatly, and they all backed away.
Xi Zifeng's whole body trembled, even though this voice was only a whisper, it fell in her ears, it was like the collapse of the heavens and the earth, causing her to tremble strongly.
She subconsciously raised her head, but she held it back. Instead, she lowered her head deeper. When she retreated, she hid among the monks. An inexplicable emotion made her not far away to be seen.
In the echo of this gentle voice, the figure in white clothes that had left and disappeared before suddenly reappeared in the starry sky in front of the people, and their eyes swept toward them!
Under this gaze, no one can see the other person's appearance, as if the person in white clothes is like a sun, shining so brightly that people dare not look at it.
The middle-aged man at the forefront was even more angry. Under this gaze, everything seemed to stop, even the soul was deeply suppressed in his body, and he didn't dare to move at all.
As if this gaze was like the substance, it stuck his neck and his soul, as long as the other party had a thought, his body would burst open, and the soul would be directly obliterated!
This is an existence beyond their understanding!
"Pre... Senior..." The middle-aged man had the highest cultivation level, but he was also the closest to the white figure. At this moment, his body fell soft with his head down, and he knelt directly on the starry sky, his voice trembling, as if he was about to say something.
This figure in white clothes is exactly Wang Lin!
Wang Lin hadn't paid attention to these monks, but in a flash, he seemed to feel a person in this group of monks... a woman he had met in the past and had an admiration for herself...
If this woman was the same as before, Wang Lin would not stay, but everything he saw would make Wang Lin feel a pain. Under his gaze, the group of monks in front of him had all disappeared, and only the one who wanted to hide was left. Get up, head down, pale and trembling woman...
Looking at the woman, even though she lowered her head, there were still hideous scars clearly visible everywhere, and Wang Lin was silent there.
Xi Zifeng bit her lower lip. For 800 years, she thought that her tears had been drained, and they would never be there again. But today, at this moment, there are still two lines of clearness in the corner of her eyes. The tears stayed and struck his cheeks, but they were not in a straight line, but flowed into the deep scars on his cheeks like gullies, and were changed direction...
She wants to hide, she doesn't want the other person to see herself, this is a very complicated emotion, which is very different from her back then...
She would rather grow old alone until death, than in such a situation, in her embarrassment, with that ugly face, let that person see...
Tears, more shed, she lowered her head deeply, and her body retreated subconsciously, back, back... Hidden to the end of the world, to the end of the starry sky, to a place where no one could see, and silently touched herself The memory of... Silently wiped away the tears that have been forgotten.
"... Xi Zifeng... I am Wang Lin..." Wang Lin said softly as he looked at the middle-aged woman who was backing away. He forgot which year, which month, which day, under that bright face, a pretty face with a smile, in the crowd, looking at himself...
It slowly grew old, slowly sad, staring at his face.
At the moment when he said his name, all these nearly a hundred cultivators were shocked, especially the middle-aged cultivator at the forefront. All his blood faded instantly. It seemed that even the heart stopped beating, and even the soul was here. It collapsed in one sentence, the soul was torn apart by this name, and the soul was scattered!
Wang Lin! !
A name once famous in all directions in Luo Tian!
"I'm not Xi Zifeng... Senior has admitted wrong..." The backing woman, her voice trembling, seemed to have no way out, bit her lip and spoke softly.