These nine floating continent fragments circled into a circle. They calmly follow a strange trajectory and reverberate within this ancient star. Because of the invisible formation outside, everything here, if there are no people of immortal blood. , Can’t be seen at all.
Even if the road passes here, it will be regarded as missing. Without the blood of an immortal, the spirit sense would not be aware of the barriers of that invisible formation.
The palm respectfully clasped his fists. On one of the fragmented continents, following it, but seeing the nine floating fragments on the continent, there were seven pieces of light emitting seven different colors, staggered together, and formed A colorful rainbow.
The remaining two fragmented continents were bleak and dull, and under this colorful rainbow, they were covered by it.
As the colorful rays of light continued to flicker, gradually, in that piece of colorful light, a figure was slowly transformed into a figure. This figure was blurred and filled with colorful colors. After a short time, its appearance was slightly clearer. Step inside.
At this moment, if Wang Lin sees this colorful figure, he will recognize it at a glance, this person is the colorful Taoist who appeared in the colorful world when he rescued Qingshui!
"The disciple has seen Master." The palm sovereign was silent for a moment, and looked up at the colorful figure floating in front, with complexity hidden in his eyes.
"In the battle in the world, I was defeated by Taikoo Stars outside the world... Master had asked his disciple to send Li Guanggong back to the world. At this moment, he is in the hands of Wang Lin and the disciple can't fight against it, so please give instructions from Master!"
Colorful rays of light condensed on the Qicai Taoist, his body standing in the air, his expression calm, his eyes swept across the palm.
"Is he really crazy..." Taoist Qi Cai said suddenly.
The palm master shook his body, closed his eyes, opened it after a long time, and nodded.
"I don't think it's necessarily..." Taoist Qi Cai smiled slightly, looked up into the distance, with a strange glow in his eyes.
"I'll help you open the ancient cemetery and let those people walk out. As for what to do next, you can figure it out by yourself... This game is about to end... The third, you have hidden endless years and reincarnation countless times. , This time you should have come out..." The colorful Taoist smiled, and a look of expectation filled his eyes.
"Wang Lin, is it the third one?" Zhang Zun hesitated and asked.
"Except for you, me, old warrior ghost and a few others, anyone else might be the third... He hid too deep... Or at this moment, maybe he doesn't know his final identity...
As for Wang Lin, he is not like... But it is not impossible. "Qicai Taoist said slowly.
Zun Zun sighed secretly in his heart, gave a fist to the colorful Taoist, and turned around to leave, but he only took a few steps, and then he stopped. He didn't turn his head, but the words came out in a deep voice.
"Back when you asked me to worship you as a teacher, I obeyed. You promised me something..."
"Your master, can't do without here! When I swallowed the third one, the old warrior ghost is not my opponent. By then, your former master will be my tonic..." Daoist Qi Cai smiled slightly, and turned into a body A piece of colorful light dissipated in mid-air.
The palm Zun looked complicated, and after a long time, he sighed and walked away.
As time passed slowly, Wang Lin sat cross-legged in the runner formation formed by the three origins. Underneath him was the imperial furnace of that day. There were two empty profound powers in the furnace, one of which was the old man in black. , And the second is the fifth fairy concubine!
These two people have amazing supernatural powers, and they can only be trapped in this Emperor's furnace, but if they want to refine them, Wang Lin can't do it in a short time. He was sitting on the imperial furnace that day, his eyes closed at the moment, and the seal was constantly suppressed in the breath.
Guarding for three years, the most difficult three years.
I don't know how long it has passed. In the widened cloud sea star field behind Wang Lin, three long rainbows faintly appeared, transforming into the figure of three women.
The three women are less than a thousand feet away from Wang Lin, standing in the starry sky, looking at Wang Lin's back on the Qianzhang outside formation.
This figure is very bleak, revealing a lonely loneliness, but again, there is a feeling of a mountain on this figure, as if he is sitting there, like a mountain, giving enough protection to the world.
The first person to step forward was Xi Zifeng. Her figure was weak, and she walked slowly across this thousand feet, and walked to Wang Lin's side, looking at Wang Lin who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, Xi Zifeng's eyes In the middle, showing softness, a beautiful smile bloomed on his face.
"I want to understand, I don't want to be your disciple... Never want to!"
"I'm waiting for the monks to have a long life. I don't know how long our lives will end. I only want one year of your life!
Just one year is enough... You guard the world for three years, so let me stay with you for one year..." Xi Zifeng said softly.
Wang Lin was silent, keeping his eyes closed, without saying anything.
"After a year, I will leave. If I die, the smoke will disappear. If I survive, I will practice with peace of mind!"
"You don't need to speak or look at me, but I will still be here, and you can't drive away." Xi Zifeng didn't care about Wang Lin's attitude, beside Wang Lin, watching him cross-legged silently.
She was originally a beautiful woman. She had vicissitudes of life in those years, but at this moment, by Wang Lin's side, she seemed to go back more than a thousand years ago. Back to that era, Wang Lin was the first one she liked. The person is the last one. The middle process is that endless time.
She is no longer young. She could even feel that in Wang Lin's heart, there should be no herself. After all, the time she spent with him was very short. Perhaps, she was just a passerby in his life.
She understood all of this that Xi Zifeng didn't expect eternity either, she just wanted this year, year's company to end her life's love.
She is a woman with no courage, but now, she finally mustered up the courage and said this to Wang Lin. Don’t look at her calmness, but her heart is totally different. She is afraid of rejection and Wang Linlian. Not to her for a year.
She looked at Wang Lin and bit her lower lip.
"You, let's go." Wang Lin didn't open his eyes, didn't look at her, and said a word calmly.
This sentence seemed to have taken away all of Xi Zifeng's power, and her face instantly paled.
"I only need one year... Wang Lin, give me one year, okay..." In Wang Lin's silence, Xi Zifeng's voice trembled, her eyes filled with water vapor, although she was a weak woman , But her tears are not many in her life.
The only few times, most of them were given to this figure that she couldn't forget.
"Nie Yuan..." The words of her master back then seemed to be still in her ears.
"One year, just one year is not good! Wang Lin, I know you can't accept me, but I just want one year, is a year long..." Wang Lin remained silent, did not open his eyes, his It looked like it hurt Xi Zifeng's heart deeply, Xi Zifeng stood up with a sorrowful smile, and staggered back a few steps.
She felt like a ridiculous actor, talking to herself here, and in the end all the words turned into sharp thorns and pierced into her heart. The feeling was very painful.
With a long sigh, Wang Lin opened his eyes and looked at Xi Zifeng next to him. Looking at this woman in his memory, who was not without a figure, his eyes gradually softened and he spoke softly.
"One year, here you are!" Wang Lin didn't know whether he could bring Li Muwan back to life, he didn't know whether he could finally get out of this cave, or he would die.
After knowing the secrets of this series, what strength does he have to refuse a woman's request for only one year.
He knew that once he refused again, the woman in front of him would wither, and in the end would only become his memory forever. Perhaps after a few years, he would not forget that there was a woman named Xi Zifeng.
There were tears in Xi Zifeng's eyes, which were complicated tears. She sat down silently and sat beside Wang Lin.
"One year is enough. Wang Lin, I won't take up more of your time..." Xi Zifeng murmured softly.
In the distance, Mu Bingmei and the pink-clothed woman, they were silent and sat cross-legged in the starry sky thousands of feet away. When they came here together, they had a tacit understanding, one person, one year.
One year, not long, for mortals, and even more so for monks, often one retreat, one meditation, maybe several years pass by in a flash.
But for Xi Zifeng, this year, she hopes to pass more slowly.
Wang Lin is not a person who is good at talking, especially when it comes to women, he is mostly silent. Even when he is with Li Muwan, he mostly looks at each other silently and softly.
In a blink of an eye, the first year of three years, three months passed away.
During these three months, Wang Lin spoke very little, but Xi Zifeng was very satisfied. The two of them walked together like this for three months in this large array of runners.
She knew that Wang Lin liked to drink. At the moment, there was a small pot floating in the starry sky in front of her. There was water in it, and it was bubbling. There was a jug in the water to warm up the cold of the wine with boiling water.
The water has boiled, but the wine is not yet fully warmed. A misty cold wind that shouldn't exist in the starry sky, whizzing from a distance, blows on the warm jug, and blows the boiling water, Set off a layer of ripples.
There was a cold glow in Wang Lin's eyes. He raised his head and looked at the ancient stars outside the world. In his eyes, he saw a group of densely roaring Changhongs, and those Changhongs were re-condensed from outside the bounds. Army of monks!
Among these monks, five people burst out that belonged to the third step of coercion, like five sharp arrows, roaring.
In addition to these five people, in this group of about 100,000 monks, there are also a thousand-meter-sized chariots, driven by many monks, and roaring in.
The booming sound suddenly rose in this quiet starry sky, getting higher and higher, and finally connected into one piece like thunder.
"Come!" A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes.