"Chihunzi—" Wang Lin snorted coldly. At this moment, everything inside and outside the immortal world was clearly noticed by his divine sense. He saw that it was the arrogant face of the Chihunzi, and he saw the faint blood connection around him. The young man saw the formation outside the immortal realm, which was being corroded by blood
Depending on the degree of corrosion of that formation, there should be about two days before it will dissipate.
The Scarlet Soul Child was released by Wang Lin. Although the opponent was weak at that time, he was still astonishingly powerful to Wang Lin. But now, when the opponent’s cultivation base is fully restored and reaches the peak, the Wang Lin In Lin's eyes, it was as fragile as an ant.
This ant can be crushed countless times with one finger.
In a cold snort, Wang Lin took a step forward and disappeared in the Luotian star field. As he disappeared, the light gate here also disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
When Wang Lin appeared, he was not around the Chihunzi outside the immortal realm, but stepped into the immortal realm that had not been returned for many years. His appearance was not noticed by all the cultivators in the immortal realm.
Needless to say, the Chihunzi and others outside.
The sky of the immortal world is no longer the water blue of the past, but becomes a piece of red. It looks heavy and depressing, but in addition to the color of the sky, there are palaces on the earth and the undulating mountains. The river is rushing, but it outlines the beauty of this fairy world bit by bit.
When Wang Lin left that year, he could see some places he was familiar with, and some places he was completely unfamiliar.
Looking at the surroundings, Wang Lin raised his right hand in silence and waved forward, and immediately three rays of light appeared. In front of Wang Lin, three people appeared.
It was Xu Liguo, Liu Jinbiao, and the only disciple who followed Wang Lin back to the world of Dongfu, Thirteen.
Shisanhe was a very human person. After he appeared, he glanced at the nearby heaven and earth, and his expression was in a trance, and he immediately returned to normal. After holding a fist and respectfully bowing to Wang Lin, he stood beside him without saying a word.
For him, whether it is Xiangang or Dongfu world, as long as he can follow the master, everything has no special meaning.
Compared with him, Liu Jinbiao and Xu Liguo looked a little weird. After looking around for four weeks, the two of them looked at each other. Faintly, Wang Lin noticed that the expressions of these two people seemed to be arrogant. meaning.
It seems that after returning from a big place to the hometown of a small place, I feel extremely proud.
The face clearly read: "You know, I've been to the place in Xiangang Continent, the boss is now."
"I'm home, you are free, I want to meet my acquaintance." Wang Lin looked at the distant horizon, slowly opened his mouth, took a step, turned into a long rainbow and flew away.
All the people in this immortal world, the moment Wang Lin just stepped in, he had already swept through his spiritual sense, and he saw a lot, including Mu Bingmei.
The mountain peak where Mu Bingmei is located, its figure seems to go with the wind, it seems to have a feeling of weakness, she bit her lower lip, sighed for a long time, stroked the crystal sword in her hand, her eyes revealed absolutely nothing. It seems that he has made up some kind of determination.
The sword in her hand was firmly held by her. After taking a glance at the bloody sky, she turned around abruptly, as if to leave here, but at the moment she turned around, Mu Bing's eyebrows suddenly shook, and her eyes revealed Unbelievable, he stared behind him blankly, at a figure standing not far away, looking at himself.
It was a young man in white clothes with white hair, and familiarity was revealed in the unfamiliarity.
The two looked at each other, their eyes gathered together under the blood-colored sky, with the mountains as the background, the mountain breeze as the music, and the entire sky as the backing. Wang Lin looked at this woman who was also familiar and unfamiliar, and there was complexity in his eyes. This complexity has accompanied him for a long time.
In front of his eyes, there was that bright young girl in the Hengyue School, and that beautiful suffocating figure appeared in the tomb of the Vermillion Bird.
This figure changed again and again. In the Luotian Star Territory of the year, Wang Ping's screaming hiss paused, and the bitterness passed, until it was once again fixed before Wang Lin left the world of the cave. The scene he saw was picturesque. Memory.
On that day, there was a little drizzle in the world of the fairy world. In that rain, a woman in white, like the catkins flying in the rain, floated.
In the rain, a beautiful woman holding an umbrella, she has long dark hair, rendered as picturesque, as beautiful and ethereal as a fairy, like her arrival, making this world quiet, only that The rushing sound of rain, with a weird force, made people forget everything, making the beautiful figure seem to be covered by a layer of mist.
"If I'm still in the world, I will come back." Wang Lin looked at the woman in front of him, her figure overlapping with the memory, slowly melting into his eyes.
Mu Bingmei couldn't believe what she saw. She was completely stunned. In a daze, Wang Lin's figure in white clothes and white hair became deeper and deeper in her heart. Instead of remembering the valley of melting, in the end, the same Melted in her heart.
She vaguely saw that thousands of years ago, in the Hengyue school of Vermilion Star, among the many people, the only young man who was not obsessed with his beauty.
She saw the figure in the tomb of Suzaku, who was stopped by herself and stared at her indifferently.
And in the Na Luotian Star Region, after knowing what his clone had done, he uttered a screaming man, and his sad eyes.
In the end, the picture in front of her was fixed on the day when the other party left the cave world. That day, the rain was rushing, adding a little bit of parting.
In the rain, the figure of the other party was very strange, and the strangeness made her heart tingle. During the tingling, the other party's indifference seemed to soften. She knew that it was because of parting, because after this time, maybe there will be no more. When I come back.
"If I'm still in the world, I will welcome you..." Mu Bing bit her lower lip, her eyes were crystal clear, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes. After Wang Lin left the cave world, she had never been as vulnerable as she is now.
Wang Lin looked at this beautiful woman with a soft smile on his face. He sighed forward and stood beside Mu Bingmei, looking at the bloody sky together.
"After leaving the world of Dongfu, on the Continent of Xiangang, I always wanted to say something to you. Now that I am back, there are people who listen to this sentence." Wang Lin looked at the sky and said softly.
Mu Bingmei stood next to Wang Lin and mumbled, her heart was beating at this moment, she still couldn't believe all of this, and she didn't know what to say.
Even after hearing Wang Lin's words, she still had a strong nervousness. This feeling is extremely rare for her as a saint of Kunxu and a saint of the fairy world, who has always been strong. In the world, besides Wang Lin, there seems to be no second man who can make her panic like this.
Perhaps if there are any, it will be Wang Ping.
Her right hand was holding the sword, her left hand was unconsciously clasping the shroud corner, her fingers pale.
"Liu Mei..." "Wang Lin retracted his gaze at the bloody sky, looked at Mu Bingmei next to him, and said softly.
"Don't tell me, I don't want to listen." Mu Bing's eyebrows shook, and his face instantly paled. The sword in his right hand fell on the ground, and she staggered back. At this moment, she seemed so helpless and fragile. Like a gust of wind can blow it away.
The countenance on that face was poignant, contrasting with the tears, revealing a pity that made people unable to be indifferent.
"I don't want to listen, Wang Lin, I... I don't want to listen..." The tears in Mu Bing's eyebrows were too much, and the teardrops flowed down her cheeks and fell on her clothes.
Wang Lin looked at Mu Bingmei, his fragile appearance and the helpless gaze in the confusion, he sighed slightly.
"When I come back this time, apart from seeing my acquaintance, I want to have a break with you. I have found a way for Wan'er to resurrect. When I leave here again, it's time to resurrect her."
Mu Bing brows with tears, with her cleverness, how could she not understand what Wang Lin was about to say, her face was pale and bitter.
"Liu Mei, let it pass. If you want to talk about the mistakes of the past, I am also responsible... Let us keep all this in our memory and seal the dust. You once told me that you want to see Wang Ping. … I came back this time, but I met your thoughts. Wang Ping also needs a mother. I will use the dream technique. There, you, me, and Ping’er will spend a reincarnation and end… Let Ping When I see my mother, let you have no regrets, let me...no regrets." Wang Lin looked at Mu Bingmei and said softly.
Mu Bing's eyebrows were silent. For a long time, she wiped away the tears, looked at Wang Lin complicatedly, and nodded gently.
"Along with me for the rest of my life, will you end everything after a hundred years of reincarnation... Then now, you are my husband, right?" Mu Bing muttered.
Wang Lin closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, he nodded.
There was a smile on Mu Bing's brow, a smile with tears, she walked forward gently, walked in front of Wang Lin, hugged Zi Wang Lin, the first case in her arms.
Wang Lin gently hugged Mu Bing's eyebrows, the fragrance on the opponent's body seemed to be intoxicating.
This is their first embrace in the true sense. For the first time, they let go of all kinds of complicated feelings, and used a hundred years of reincarnation to end the strange relationship between mistakes and fate.
The two of them, on this mountain peak, under the bloody sky, time gradually passed. When one day later, the blood on the sky became thicker, and there were even thin cracks that seemed to collapse at any time, Wang Lindai With Mu Bingmei, he left the mountain and walked away.