In Xiangang Continent, Dongzhou, at the top of Heishan Mountain where the Seven Dao Sects of Tianniu Island are located, outside the misty hall, Xuan Luo sat cross-legged, and waited for several years.
Half a year has passed since the ten-year period he had agreed with Wang Lin. But Xuan Luo did not leave. He always waited here, even though the dim red mark on his forehead had completely disappeared at this moment, and there was nothing left.
The dispersal of the red seal represents the return of Wang Lin. Without guidance, it may also represent Wang Lin's death.
"Did he fail..." Xuan Luo showed sadness in his eyes, sighed, and closed his eyes. He was ready to wait a little longer, maybe a miracle would occur, despite this miracle, the hope was very slim.
In the void between the cave mansion and the Xiangang Continent, Wang Lin shed his head, carrying the sheltering coffin behind him, stepping forward, step by step, he has no thoughts, no strength, and it is him who is pushing him forward at this moment. A will that exists in the heart.
In this will, he protects his wife with his body, and will never give up!
The red light on his eyebrows disappeared half a year ago, and he couldn't feel the road ahead. The only thing he could do was to keep himself moving forward without retreating, in order to find a way out here.
For ten years, in this pitch-black nothingness, in this maddening silence, Wang Lin silently gritted his teeth and insisted that if he didn't have the will at this moment, his mind would have collapsed.
In fact, if he had another chance when the red light dissipated half a year ago, it would be difficult for him to hold on at this moment. After all, his Taoist cultivation skills had been consumed in the past ten years, and there was not much left.
At this moment, in front of this piece of nothingness, a light suddenly appeared. The light was faint, and it was faintly visible, and the light that emitted light looked like a corpse.
As it approaches, it becomes clearer and clearer, this is an old man wearing a purple robe, his eyes are closed, there is no vitality, but on his body, the white light that emits is in the emptiness of this lacquered fruit , Particularly conspicuous.
This old man didn't know where he came from, and even though he was dead at this moment, in the white light, it was faintly visible in his body, and there seemed to be a strange force cohesive.
At this moment, when the white light corpse appeared, Wang Lin's dim eyes suddenly burst with dazzling light. He looked up, and his body moved forward suddenly, rushing towards the white light at an extremely fast speed, similar to a struggle, in the approaching area. In an instant, Wang Lin lifted his right hand and went deep into the white light, pressed the chest of the corpse, and sucked directly.
With this inhalation, the white light outside the old man's body immediately condensed in Wang Lin's hands, and as it quickly disappeared, the strange power in the corpse's chest also followed Wang Lin's hands and penetrated into his body.
This power felt cold in Wang Lin, but it was this cold feeling that made him clear his mind. After absorbing this power in his body, the withered source showed signs of recovery, and even its ancient power slowly Some recovered.
Released his right hand, and let the corpse of the old man who had lost its light float backwards, Wang Lin's complexion a little better in this emptiness.
Wang Lin didn't know what this power was. He had encountered such a wreck half a year ago. After absorbing this power, he had the motivation to continue.
This power is extremely mysterious, not only can restore the original source, but also restore the power of the ancient Dao. This kind of change is almost impossible to occur, but right now, it is in this emptiness, appearing in front of Wang Lin.
In ten years, Wang Lin only encountered two such corpses!
Energetic slightly, Wang Lin's eyes flickered, and he immediately moved his cultivation base to resist the squeeze of this fairy gang law. After touching the coffin village behind him, he seemed to be able to feel the existence of Li Muwan inside. Wang Lin moved forward, silently alone. Go.
His speed is not fast, but there is no pause, he does not change direction while galloping, and moves straight forward.
"Ten years have passed... I don't know where the end is... I shouldn't walk well..." Wang Lin gritted his teeth, stepping towards the distance and disappearing quickly. "This power is very strange. If I can meet more here, I won't die from exhaustion!" As Wang Lin walked forward, his spiritual consciousness spread out, and he walked in all directions, looking for the light.
It's just that I encountered this white light-emitting corpse, purely accidental. If you are looking for it, it will be difficult to find without changing the direction.
Until a year later, in this dazed search and forward, Wang Lin never encountered a third such corpse. The cultivation base in his body was gradually exhausted to the limit, and the lamp ran out.
Wang Lin's face has also become extremely thin. It is difficult to recognize at a glance even if people who are familiar with him meet him. His eyes are getting weaker and weaker. In the end, there is almost no light, like a dead person.
He didn’t know how far the road ahead was. He didn’t know. It was this unknown that turned into a terrible emotion, enough to make people collapse. The twists and turns.
But every time his hand groped for the coffin behind him, a determination broke out in his heart, pushing him and never giving up.
However, the cruel reality is that with the passage of time, three months later, Wang Lin's mentality was wiped out and he fell into a coma.
There is no more breath coming out of his body, but in a coma, he still protects the coffin behind him with his body, even if the coffin is already full of cracks, if it weren't for him to protect it, it would have already collapsed and collapsed.
A person, a coffin village, floating in this emptiness silently, at the moment when Wang Lin was in a coma, the squeeze of the Immortal Gang Law suddenly dissipated and ceased to exist.
Wang Lin didn't know this strange change. He was like a dead person at this moment. Even the Three Life Technique had no effect.
Like the corpses he got along the way, they floated in this nothingness forever.
One year, two years, three years... I don't know how long it has passed, but Wang Lin still closed his eyes, like death.
On the Xiangang Continent, in the mist of Qidaozong in Heishan Mountain, Dongzhou, Xuan Luo sighed and stood up. Counting the time before, he has been waiting for fifteen years!
It’s not that he doesn’t want to wait any longer, but at this moment, a mighty celestial aura from the distant heaven and earth prevents him from continuing to exist here. That celestial aura shakes the earth, and it rises before it approaches. It’s golden. The sun was transformed into the sky, and a tall figure stood in the golden sun.
At the same time, in another direction, there was another sun illusion, and its inner dao stared coldly.
Xuan Luo understood that he was leaving.
"Disciple, you...you can do it for yourself... If you are not dead, you should come to the ancients to find me..." Xuan Luo sighed secretly, flicking his sleeves, the blood sun was overwhelming, and his body turned into a blood shadow. , Went straight to the sky.
Xuan Luo, let's go. Outside of the Seven Dao Sect, there has been no one waiting for Wang Lin's arrival since then, and Wang Lin at this moment is still floating in the void, has changed direction, I don't know where to float, and become a part of the wreckage in the void. .
The years passed, and several years passed. Some people were reincarnated in the Xiangang Continent, and some people were still on the confused road, perhaps hundreds of years before they could be reincarnated.
Why is the time gap so big? Even Xuan Luo couldn't find out.
On the mainland of Xiangang, in Xizhou, in a mortal county town, a little doll was born this year... This child is very unusual. He played with his companions when he was six or seven years old, and he liked to call himself a prince. …
If there are other children who don't follow, he immediately fists together, and his fierce appearance slowly wins his neighbor's playmate Harpa, so slowly, most of them respond to him and play the game of the prince.
In the Nanzhou of the fairy tribe of the Xiangang mainland, a child was born in a certain year. This child is also extraordinary. Although his family was broken in his early years, he was already in the city when he was ten years old. Famous liar.
It's just that if a liar has a reputation, it is naturally difficult to continue, so the child left his hometown early, with his talent for deception, and did not know where to go.
Years, just in this slow flow, gradually passed for a long time.
Xuan Luo had already returned to Dao Gu's line long ago, with a gloomy, violating retreat. When the Dao Emperor saw that Xuan Luo was coming back alone, he sneered inwardly, and slowly, he stopped thinking about when Xuan Luo left. To find the purpose of returning.
It seems that many people no longer think about a name called Wang Lin. This is the case in Xiangang Continent, and the same is true in the world of Dongfu. But there will still be a few people, often in the memory, there will be this name that can not be forgotten.
Mu Bingmei is like this, Tang Shan from Xiangang Continent is like this, and Yun Yifeng, who has gradually become a new generation of proud son in Guiyizong, will also think of Wang Lin.
The same did not forget Wang Lin, as well as the mosquito king in the void. This beast was stopped by Wang Lin in the past, so he went mad and brought its nine companions, merging like a madness in the void, which contains immortals. The breath of Gang Law.
Under this fusion, it has transformed four times in the past few decades! With each transformation, this mosquito king will be several times stronger, as if it was originally transformed by the law. After each transformation, the squeeze here will be much weaker for it, until it no longer exists!
Finally, after the fifth metamorphosis, Wang Lin’s Mosquito King burst out with an aura that shook the entire nihility. Its body was no longer like a cultivation star, but was completely changed and turned into a piece of tobacco. Mist.
This tobacco mist, a piece of chess paste, is like a mosquito on ink painting, walking out of it, without the entity, but its fierceness has reached its peak.
Afterwards, the mosquito king no longer absorbed the invisible laws of the immortal gangs here, but suddenly dispersed, turned into a large amount of fog, swallowed his nine companions, and merged into one, setting off an endless thick fog, toward the depths of nothingness. , Drifting away quickly, it is going to find Wang Lin, to find its owner!