The voice of Tianyunzi echoed in the territory of the Primordial God, dispersing from the mountain peaks with colorful snowflakes floating in all directions, his huge body turned into a monstrous black mist at this moment, and he went straight to the king with his unwillingness and madness. Lin came.
He was not reconciled. He waited for such a long time, waited for the reincarnation again and again, and finally waited for this day, but he did not expect that everything was like this.
Wang Lin deceived everyone, even if it was his lucky son, he never thought that everything was not Wang Lin's dream, but the silent way.
Tianyunzi, at this moment, his heart is full of an absurd feeling, this feeling is enough to make him mad. As the spirit of this demarcation compass, he has seen Wang Lin come back again and again in this demarcation compass. Here, disappear again and again.
Until that last time, he saw Wang Lin blast off the compass with his own eyes. After it dissipated, he walked out of the compass. The moment he walked out, he looked up to the sky and laughed in ecstasy.
He doesn't know his origins. In his memory, he became the spirit of the demarcation compass when he first awakened countless years ago.
He didn't know who created this delimitation compass. He, without memory, was at a loss for a long time in this disk, until he saw Wang Lin borrowed it from this disk, and saw Wang Lin dissipate again and again in that reincarnation. Until he was released.
At the moment of release, he was filled with indescribable joy. He felt that he was about to be free, and he did not want to continue to exist in the compass like a prison.
Therefore, he wants to seize the home, he wants to seize the king's forest.
In his opinion, all sentient beings in this Xiangang Continent are false. Only Wang Lin is real and has a real body. Therefore, he wants to seize the house, and in his analysis, once he succeeds in seizing the house, he will have Wang Lin. His body, he will completely become the cultivation of stepping on the sky. At that time, he will be truly free.
There is no longer any need to be trapped in this compass to become an instrument spirit, although sometimes, he feels that besides being an instrument spirit, he also seems to be the guardian of this compass.
But in any case, everything he did was for freedom.
He has even thought about it, once he has gained freedom, once he succeeds in seizing the house, he will look for his coming, find out who it is, and let himself become this spirit.
Even after he saw that the delimitation compass would become his supreme magic weapon after the successful seizure of the homes, he, as a tool spirit, knew it was more powerful than anyone else.
In addition to its strength, the most important function of this thing is to allow people to leave the dust world.
As for the origin of this delimitation compass, he had also thought about it, but it was just a blur and no memory. He didn't know who created this thing, as if he didn't know why he was in it.
He only knows that after his successful freedom, he must look for an answer.
But at this moment, his various plans completely collapsed in Wang Lin's words. He had no hope, only despair and anger, as well as fear and unwillingness.
He rushed towards Wang Lin frantically, and the monstrous black mist issued a sharp whistle. As he approached Wang Lin, he saw Wang Lin's face with a faint smile.
Wang Lin raised his right hand, looked at the black mist covering the front, and gave it a light wave.
"When I mastered the cycle of reincarnation, I already stepped into the sky." Wang Lin calmly said, waving his hand, but saw the monstrous black mist immediately make a magnetic sound in front of him, dissipating in a wide range at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"I'm not reconciled, Wang Lin, I'm not reconciled." Tianyunzi screamed sorrowfully, the dissipating mist rolled, and finally condensed into a huge head. The appearance of this head is very different from Tianyunzi. He He looks dignified and looks like a middle-aged man. In the center of his eyebrows, there is a five-pointed star pattern flashing, faintly, as if within the five-pointed star pattern, there is a ghost of a crane struggling.
All this just dissipated in an instant, and the middle-aged man's skull spread out, rolling up all the remaining black mist at this moment, and in an instant, it turned into a huge black crane.
The black crane hissed up to the sky and rushed straight to Wang Lin again.
As it approached, Wang Lin's eyes showed cold light. He took a step forward and suddenly raised his right hand. When the crane transformed by the black mist came, he grabbed the crane's neck.
The black crane was struggling constantly, while roaring, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his right hand shook fiercely. Hearing a loud boom, the entire Primordial God Realm trembled violently, and the sky became even more muddy.
The black crane collapsed all over.
Tianyunzi’s divine consciousness was chaotic, and as the black crane collapsed, it disintegrated. Before the last trace of his mentality was destroyed, he seemed to think of some past events, and remembered some things in his memory that he thought did not exist. Thoughts.
"Dao Zhanjie... my hometown..." Tian Yunzi murmured, all his spiritual consciousness dissipated, completely dead, his crane body turned into countless black qi and dispersed, and within the many black qi, there was a clear gray Qi flew out and went straight to the rear. Under Wang Lin's gaze, he saw the gray gas rushing into the bridge connected to the sky, blending into the illusion after entering the bridge, and disappearing.
On this gray air, there is no breath of Tianyunzi.
His eyes flashed, but Wang Lin was not surprised. As if he had known the existence of this gray energy, he just glanced at it and ignored it. Instead, he stretched out the palm of his right hand and squeezed it against the scattered black energy. .
Under this grip, the black energy was suddenly rolled back and condensed from the diffusion. Under this constant condensing, it shrank into a fist-sized air mass in the palm of Wang Lin's hand.
The color of this air mass is not black, but is surrounded by nine colors, which is extremely beautiful.
"One Realm Origin..." Wang Lin looked at the air mass in the palm of his hand, his eyes were no longer calm, but excited. He took a deep breath and waved his left hand into the void, suddenly a coffin appeared in front of him.
There was a woman sleeping in the coffin. Her appearance was not beautiful, but she was tender. She closed her eyes and remained motionless.
"Wan'er... I once said that if the sky makes you die, I will take you back." Wang Lin touched the woman's face, muttered tears in his eyes, and the tears dripped and dripped on the woman. On his face, trickle down his cheeks into the corners of his mouth.
"I did it, Wan'er, in thousands of years, I did it." Wang Lin's expression was soft, he pressed the nine-color air mass on the right hand lightly on the woman's forehead, and silently looked at the air mass. Melted into the woman's body and looked at her quietly, as if time had become eternal.
It's just that his expression carries a nervousness that is extremely rare on him. Wang Lin is very nervous at the moment. He bit his lower lip and looked at the woman.
"Wan'er, come alive... Come alive... Open your eyes, open your eyes and look at me..." Wang Lin murmured while stroking Li Muwan's hair.
An encounter in Xiu Mo’s overseas, such as fate has set three lives, never forget, never abandon... The frail call for help at that time, with the wandering eyes, at that moment, let the king who hides his figure after finding something wrong in the ground. Lin, hesitated, raised his head...
If he did not look up, perhaps, everything will be different.
For several years in Xiu Mohai, the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the weak but tough figure at the entrance of the cave. His heart trembled. The sentence "Don't be afraid, I will take you to kill... "He didn't know how to say it, but he knew that at that moment, the words came naturally...
On that blue dragon formation, scales were carved with painstaking efforts and turned into the body of a life-saving jade slip. His pale face made his heartache, but he, who was carrying a sea of blood, could only close his eyes, tell himself, and forget.
A scene in the Yuntian School, when listening to the sound of the piano, looking at the figure of the woman in the attic, and seeing that there is depression in the figure, Wang Lin knows that he can't forget it.
My left hand is the short-term cause and effect of Xiu Mohai, and my right hand is a lonely meditation for a hundred years...
"Wan'er, open your eyes and wake up... And Ping'er, he will also wake up, you will like this child..." Wang Lin murmured with tears.
Time hasn’t waited for me, you... when will you come and take me away...
"Wan'er, I am Wang Lin, we are a husband and wife, let me take you away..." There were more tears in Wang Lin's eyes. He looked at Li Muwan. He waited for thousands of years, just for this day.
The warmth in the valley, the figure that I saw when I looked back, the scenes of the past, are eternal in Wang Lin's mind, he can't forget, he doesn't want to forget, he can't forget.
Until he looked at Li Muwan's red face and white hair, gradually aging, and slowly finished the rest of his life, at the moment when he closed his eyes, Wang Lin's heart was painful that he had never experienced before, he was as crazy as he was, he couldn't let Li Muwan be like this. He left, he wanted to take it back.
After losing, I want to have it again, even if the result is a memory that touches the dust again and again, even if I walk in the abyss of sorrow again and again, without any regrets or regrets.
"Wan'er... wake up... Wan'er..." Wang Lin looked at the sleeping woman, tears streaming.
I overturned the whole world, just to correct your reflection.
I reversed the entire sky, just for that day, I can't cover the eyes you want to open.
I blasted through the infinite nothingness, just to open a way... to let you find your way home.
"Wan'er, I am your husband. I want you to open your eyes and wake up." Wang Lin yelled to the sky. Time has passed for a long time, but the woman in the coffin still closed her eyes, which made Wang Lin unable to Accept it and never accept it.
"...Don't cry..." At the moment when Wang Lin raised his head and roared, a jade hand with warmth slowly lifted up and touched Wang Lin's face.
Wang Lin's whole body shook, and as he lowered his head, he saw Li Muwan whose eyelashes trembled and opened his eyes.
In those eyes, there is the gentleness that has remained for thousands of years, and the pity that makes people feel distressed.