In a mortal's life, one hundred years old is the end point, but there are not many who can really live to one hundred years old.
When Wang Ping was 72 years old, he felt the end of his life. A year later, although he was still healthy, he clearly felt that life was about to end.
The winter of this year, just like when Sun Tai left, came quickly. The heavy snow blocked the roads early, making the villagers in the village unable to go out, and could only stay with their relatives and spend this silently. winter.
The cold wind is icy, whizzing through the sky and the earth, seeming to take away one after another life that has come to an end, sending them to spring, like a reincarnation.
The winter of this year. It seems to be much colder than in previous years, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes, especially at night, is even more bitter, and the simple houses will be blown through by the icy wind if the hot kang does not rise.
In the village, in the houses in Xitou, a group of firelights reflected from the windows, with a trace of warmth, but it seemed so insignificant in the cold night when the snow was falling rapidly.
The cold wind screamed and hovered around, and on the deep snow layer on the ground, the cold wind formed a circle of vortexes, hanging large swaths of snowflakes.
The livestock in the village also curled up, trembling slightly, resisting the coldness of the cold wind.
Above the sky, there is a darkness, only the countless falling snowflakes, which makes people look at it for a long time, and it is inevitable that there is a sense of loss.
Wang Ping sat on a chair, holding a carving knife in his hand, one knife, one knife. Carved a trace of remembrance at the end of his life.
What he engraved is still his father, but his father's face is getting older.
This year, Wang Ping would often return to his childhood in his dreams. He remembered the feeling when he drank the bowl of bitter concoction, the bitterness of the year, but now recalls it, it is a little sweet, this sweet, not Taste, but warm.
Qing Yi sat next to him, looking at Wang Ping, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.
The cold wind howled, coming from outside, as if trying to rush in and take away Wang Ping who was at the end.
"After I die, burn these statues..."
Wang Ping said softly. He looked at the last statue in his life in his hand. It was a semi-finished product, and he wanted to finish carving it.
On one side of this room, there is a huge wooden shelf on which there are hundreds of statues, each of which is Wang Lin!
Next to some of the statues, there will be a statue of a child standing, with a contented smile on the child's face, holding his father's hand, revealing a feeling of attachment.
"Father, I have already forgiven you..."
Wang Ping looked at the statue in his hand and said softly.
On this snowy night, in the black sky, a bright thunder light, like lightning, broke through the air, the wind layer was disintegrated in an instant, the thunder light came, and the sound of thunderbolt echoed the entire Ran Yunxing in an instant.
At this moment, even the snowflakes between the sky and the earth trembled, as if at this moment, they were frozen in the air.
Even the raging cold wind collapsed at this moment.
The whole monk of Ran Yunxing. Suddenly I noticed this extremely huge aura, especially the Lei Wei contained in it, as if countless Ben Lei blasted in the ears of all monks.
The ancestor of the Sun family, Sun Xi, had been in retreat for many years, but at this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and under a sway, he came to the sky, and when he stared at it, his gloomy expression immediately revealed a drastic change.
"What a strong Xianli, terrible Leiwei!"
Sun Xi took a deep breath, and the pupils in his eyes shrank suddenly.
Behind him, the monks of Sun Jiaying's later transformation were separated one by one. There were eight people, Sun Qiming, standing in the first place, and said in a deep voice, "Old ancestor, this person seems to have bad intentions!"
The same is true of the Ran family and the Zhao family, their power is not as good as the Sun family, after all, many masters in the family have gone away countless years ago.
In Qishui City, in the Wang Family Courtyard room, Wang Lin put down the hip flask in his hand and looked up slightly. There was no expression in his eyes, like a real old man, full of turbidity.
After a glance, he lowered his head and took a sip of wine.
Above the sky, a behemoth emitting thunder light all over, lightly stepped on its four hoofs, and two electric dragons shuttled between its nose. It looked extremely martial and martial. On its back, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged. He is the Lei Daozi of that Lei Xiandian!
His eyes were like electricity, and he glanced coldly at the earth, and his divine consciousness swept across without hesitation, and instantly covered the whole person with Ran Yunxing, Qi Shui City was also in it.
It's just that for some reason, his divine consciousness swept through, but he didn't stay on Wang Lin for a moment.
In the sweep of his divine consciousness, all the monks of Ran Yunxing were shocked. Except for the monks, even all the monsters of Ran Yunxing trembled lightly, as if facing the might of heaven and earth.
Even mortals are the same, but they don't know the reason at all. They just feel that their bodies are chilled, and their brains are shocked. Then, one by one, they pass out unconsciously.
At this moment, the whole Ran Yunxing, like never before, was silent...
After a while, Lei Daozi retracted his spiritual consciousness and frowned. He looked around, but he didn't find anyone who met the requirements.
When his consciousness retracted, the snow fell again and the cold wind rose again.
"It's been too long, maybe even if you leave, this person will die too!"
Lei Daozi pondered for a moment, turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, his eyes condensed suddenly. Divine Sense is like lightning, locked in a small mountain village above Ran Yunxing!
Qing Yi, when the divine sense swept through for the first time, immediately paled, and her body trembled involuntarily, and her spiritual power almost collapsed, and it took a long time to adjust slightly.
Wang Ping was startled, raised his head to look at Qing Yi, and said softly: "Qing Yi, what's the matter with you?"
Qing Yi was about to speak, but his complexion changed drastically, blood spurted from his mouth, and a huge divine consciousness arrogantly washed away the snowflakes and cold wind, and came directly.
This divine consciousness was so strong that the entire earth seemed to tremble, and the thick snow layer on the ground was shaken in an instant.
Outside the room, those snowflakes and cold wind that had just resumed castration collapsed again. I saw that Wang Ping’s residence in this mountain village seemed to be isolated. Outside, snowflakes fell as usual, and the cold wind was still roaring. Outside the room, there was nothing.
Like all the wind and snow, at this moment, they were all crushed.
The primordial spirit formed in Qing Yi's body immediately struggled to release spiritual power, causing her body to take a step and stand in front of Wang Ping under this huge divine consciousness.
Her face was old, but her eyes showed an unyielding struggle.
"Interesting! There was no coma!"
A cold voice echoed the room.
At the moment this sound appeared, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked into the room. The moment he stepped into the room, Qing Yi's face was pale and bloodless.
She could feel that there was an unimaginable breath in the opponent's body. This breath was as strong as the might of heaven and earth, and could not be resisted at all.
In front of the other party, Qing Yi felt like an ant, as if the other party could kill countless of them with a single thought.
What made her feel that the pupils in her eyes contracted, but this person also contained a flash of thunder, and bursts of lightning wandered outside her body, looking like a thunder god.
He seemed to step into the room at random, but it made the entire room make a creaking sound, and a ray of thunder light walked along the wall. At this moment, the entire room seemed to become an electric light trap!
If you look from the outside world, you can clearly see that Wang Ping’s house is already surrounded by lightning at this moment. In the sky, the thunder beast is lying lazily in the void, with disdain in his eyes. It seems that there is nothing in this world. Things can attract its slightest attention.
Because it is Thunder Beast! The sacred beast of the former Thunder World!
Although the bloodline in its body is not very pure, it is far from its ancestors back then, but its pride is deeply rooted in its bones.
Wang Ping put down the wooden sculpture in his hand, stood up, came to Qing Yi, looked at the middle-aged man who entered the room, and said calmly: "Who are you!"
At this moment, Wang Ping is not like a mortal at all. The calmness of his eyes is not just pretending, but true peace. Standing in front of Qing Yi, he looks like a man standing upright.
For all this, thanks to his father Wang Lin, 19 years of plainness, 8 years of journeys in the world, and more than 30 years of mortal supremacy, so that he has a heart that is not afraid of heaven and earth, and he is not afraid of heaven and earth. , Not to mention the monk in front of me!
Qing Yi stared at Wang Ping's back in front of him in a daze. At this moment, this back was remembered forever in her heart. In Qing Yi's eyes, a thick tenderness rose, and his cultivation was simply dissipated, with the same calmness. Looked at the middle-aged man who stepped into the room.
The middle-aged man gave Wang Ping a deep look, showing a strange glow in his eyes. This look seemed to see Wang Ping through.
The reason why his divine consciousness came here just now is precisely because when his divine consciousness swept, all mortals were all unconscious and unconscious. All this was because his cultivation was too strong, especially because it contained Leiwei. In this way, the sweep of that divine consciousness is like heaven and earth.
However, only the mortal in front of him was not only unconscious, but he looked like he hadn't even noticed his divine consciousness at all. So, it aroused his interest, and the divine sense locked here!
He slowly said: "Interesting! No wonder you won't be unconscious, it turns out that it is..."
The moment the middle-aged man stepped into the room, in Qishui City, thousands of miles away, Wang Lin, who was sitting calmly on a chair and taking a sip with a hip flask, suddenly raised his head and placed his right hand on him. The jug broke and collapsed, together with the wine inside, all disintegrated in an instant, leaving nothing left.
When Wang Lin looked up, his eyes burst into a cold light that had never been seen in more than 70 years. This time, it was countless times more terrifying than in the restaurant before. It was like the difference between heaven and earth, and it was impossible to compare!