An unexplainable emotion. Although Wang Lin's memory of Xi Zifeng is not deep, it will not be forgotten. Just like a life, there will always be people who like and also people who like themselves.
Such a woman can be polite and let go, but she must never forget.
The injury in Xi Zifeng's body can be clearly seen under Wang Lin's eyes. This injury was caused by the soul. After staying for many times, it became a stubborn illness and it was difficult to heal. It was obvious that she had experienced another soul just not long ago. Hit hard.
"Just now, how was she injured?" Wang Lin's eyes swept over the nearly a hundred cultivators in front of him, and finally fell on an old man. This old man, Wang Lin was a bit familiar, remembered vaguely in a trance, it seemed that he was in the past. Take one of the cultivators who left the Thunder Immortal Realm.
The old man was watched by Wang Lin and his expression showed enthusiasm and excitement. For Wang Lin, many of their people in the past, until now, are grateful, and with Wang Lin’s reputation hundreds of years ago, he became so famous. It is to make these people enthusiastically admire it.
"Benevolence!" The old man's voice trembled, and he bowed his fist deeply to Wang Lin.
The middle-aged man of the Lei Xiandian messenger kneeling there, his body shook sharply, his soul trembled, and his eyes were desperate. At the same time, he turned his head and looked at the old man subconsciously, with a thick pleading in his eyes, but this Begging, following the old man's next sentence, he suddenly collapsed.
He seemed to have heard the sound of the shattering of heaven and earth, blasting in his mind.
"It's him! If it hadn't been for him to embarrass Daoist Xizi several times during this period, his soul injury would never be so serious!" The old man pointed to the middle-aged man who was kneeling in the front.
"Zhou Congyun, you are spitting blood!! As a messenger from the Thunder Immortal Palace, I have the right to ask each of you to obey your orders. You are so slanderous and slanderous to me, why do you mean it!" The middle-aged man was in great fear here. Down, there was a sudden force, got up and retreated quickly, looked anxious, and roared.
"Senior should not listen to this person's slander. The younger generations did everything for Luo Tian to prepare for the battle. They did not embarrass Daoist Xizi as he said. The younger generation still met Daoist Xizi back then. How could this be the case..." This middle-aged The man quickly backed away in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye he withdrew from a hundred feet away.
With the cold eyes that had previously destroyed the remnants of Donglin Xingxiang's family, Wang Lin turned and looked at the middle-aged man who was receding constantly. With Wang Lin's mind, he knew at a glance.
"Insult a weak woman, you, damn it!" Wang Lin's eyes were full of murderous intent. The more Xi Zifeng retreated and lowered his head, the greater the impact on Wang Lin.
For eight hundred years, things are different. Last night there was a dream in the red face, and the hazy look of the past and the present gave Wang Lin the kind of melancholy that the time passed, and the figure of the old man was drifting away.
Staring at the middle-aged man who kept receding and showing terrifying horror, a cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and his right hand was slowly raised.
"You can't kill me!! I am an envoy from the Lei Xian Temple, I am ordered by the Lei Xian Temple to prepare for the battle, and I have the title of the Lei Xian Temple on my body. Luo Tian prepares for battle, you are not only the enemy of the entire Luo Tian, you are also the enemy of the four star regions who are preparing for the battle together!! My cultivation base is not high, but it is also a force to resist invasion from outside the world. I want to fight for the glory of the world. , I want to dedicate all my strength to the world, you can’t kill me!! Even if you want to kill me, give me a chance to fight outside the world and let me die on the battlefield!!” The middle-aged man retreated. Almost all the excuses and reasons that could be thought of in this life were screamed out quickly.
When he was young, he was good at speech, and he boasted sharply. At this moment, his life and death crisis, this ability completely broke out!
"Dying on the battlefield, I have no regrets. I don't want to die in this Luo Tian's mistake before I burned my life. I made all the mistakes, but the sin will not die!! If you must kill I, please give me a hundred years of life so that I can fight for the world!!"
After changing to an ordinary monk, he will be moved when he hears this person's words, and it is even possible to let this person go and let him go. These words are so righteous, and it also reveals that the world sees death as home. The momentum.
In fact, this middle-aged man used his sharp words to occupy a great advantage throughout his life. Even the identity of the emissary of the Thunder Immortal Palace was exchanged with his tongue back then.
However, what he met this time was Wang Lin. With all the conspiracies and all the cunning people Wang Lin had experienced in his life, he could see at a glance that the words and sentences of this person were all nonsense!
Lifting his right hand, and gently falling, the middle-aged man who was back hundreds of feet away suddenly screamed sorrowfully, his body vibrated, and blood mist sprayed from all parts of his body during the bang. In a blink of an eye he became a blood man.
"That bitch has insulted her for hundreds of years. Why did you only kill me? If you really have the ability, go and kill them all!!" Roared out these last words, the middle-aged man screamed. , The flesh exploded directly, the body and spirit were destroyed, and disappeared in the starry sky.
Killing monk Nirvana is like pinching an ant to death!
There was silence all around, including the old man before that, all shocked there, and their hearts were beating wildly. Although they had already felt the power of Wang Lin, at this moment, they saw with their own eyes that there was no resistance at all dissipated by a monk who was waving his hands. The scene, but still afraid of it.
Wang Lin's icy gaze swept over the nearly a hundred cultivators, and he took a step forward. It was so fast that he stepped into the group of cultivators in an instant, and disappeared in a flash, together with the Xizifeng inside. Among the crowd.
From a distance, a gentle glow galloped over, turned into a pill, and floated in front of the old man.
"Under this pill retreat, you can feel the soul of the fierce beast in it, which can increase your cultivation!"
Inside the pill, an extremely strong wave of vitality radiated out, and when he heard it, the old man's mind was refreshed, as if he had been meditating for several months.
In the Luotian star field, on a semi-abandoned Cultivation Star, at this moment the sky is floating with white snow, and the white is falling, covering the earth with a layer of quilt. In the north of this Cultivating Star, there is a mountain peak, which is covered with snow at the moment. , The world is silent.
At the top of the mountain, Xi Zifeng lowered his head, his face was pale, her tears were forcibly stopped by her, and there was silence.
In front of her, Wang Lin looked at the woman in front of her complicatedly, gave a light sigh, raised her right hand in front and waved it gently, and immediately a wave of vitality softly poured into the woman's body, blended into her soul, and revolved. Down, the woman recovered from her injuries in an instant.
Xi Zifeng trembled, and his head lowered deeper.
The vitality in her body did not dissipate after she recovered from the healing, but went straight to her face in a sudden. Under the crisp sound of crackling, the hideous scars on Xi Zifeng’s face, The wound that the ordinary monk couldn't recover, suddenly collapsed every inch, turned into bits and pieces, and was blown off by the snow wind, peeling off his face.
Gradually, in the dancing of the fragments, Xi Zifeng's face showed a pretty face, which was almost indistinguishable from the previous appearance, except for the traces of the years.
At this moment, the Miaoman woman, even though she was still a virgin, had a trace of vicissitudes, like a woman.
Xi Zifeng raised her hand and touched her smooth face. Tears flowed down again. Eight hundred years ago, she personally ruined her face. She had never imagined that 800 years later, today, what she remembers The figure will restore himself to what it was in the past.
"I have only accepted two disciples in my life, one is called Xie Qing and the other is called Shisan... Would you like to be my third disciple..." Wang Lin looked at the snowflakes floating in the sky and let the snow fall on him. , Speak slowly.
Xi Zifeng's body shook, and while silent, there were more tears.
Wang Lin did not speak any more, waiting for the other party’s choice. He was not a ruthless person, but he was powerless to accept everything. He could stop himself from liking others, but there were things in this world, but he was preventing them. No...
He couldn't stop this woman from liking herself eight hundred years ago, nor could he stop the heart that had always existed in the other party over the past eight hundred years.
Compared with Li Qianmei's forgotten world, Wang Lin couldn't do that for this weak and poor Xi Zifeng, and couldn't say that unfeeling word.
Love in the world, between men and women, there are many, many choices.
As time passed slowly, the snowflakes gradually thickened and fell in front of the two of them, like a snow curtain...
A soft smile appeared on Xi Zifeng's face. For the first time, she raised her head and took a deep look at the figure standing there behind the snow scene.
As if to keep this figure firmly in my mind, it slowly overlapped with the scenes of the figure back then.
She knelt on the ground gently.
This kneeling cut off the past eight hundred years ago.
This kneeling was a cause and effect.
This kneeling, while bitter, also made Xi Zifeng relieved.
She knelt on the snow and whispered: "Disciple, I have seen Master..." The two last drops of tears flowed down her smooth cheeks and fell into the snow on the ground, merging with layers of white snow, forming a few A deep tear hole.
It’s just that this tear hole was soon covered by snowflakes...
"Come with me..." Wang Lin said softly.
"The disciple's house is in Luotian..." Xi Zifeng stood up and whispered.
Wang Lin was silent. After a long time, he lifted his right hand and took a shot. Suddenly, a majestic vitality suddenly merged into Xi Zifeng's body, pushing his soul, and at the same time dividing his own feelings in this life into something that the other party could accept. The limit, works in its body.
Xi Zifeng's cultivation level immediately broke through Yang Shi under the operation of this soul, and directly reached Kyu Ni!
However, this technique of spreading the power did not end, but always appeared. It was not until Xi Zifeng's cultivation level was forcibly upgraded to Jingni, and then it slowly stopped, turned into three seals, and suppressed Xi Zifeng's surge in cultivation. For, doing this, is to let it slowly understand and digest.
The matter of passing the gong, even with Wang Lin's cultivation base today, would be extremely difficult to accomplish.