A slightly ferocious voice echoed. When the Dao Nian Shen Lei in the big cauldron fell, there was a purple flame. In an instant, there was a sea of fire in the big cauldron. The thunder and fire were fierce and powerful!
Wang Lin's face was gloomy. The vitality in his soul was inferior to that of the opponent. The power of Zhan Luo Jue could not show all of it. As the ancestor of the phantom family said, if Wang Lin reaches the second step, even in the realm of Yin and Yang. Luo Jue will increase in power.
With a flash of gaze, Wang Lin put away his big sword and looked at the thunder beast emitting light all over his body. Wang Lin bit his fingertips and drew a very complicated rune with blood.
This rune is full of vicissitudes of life, as if long years have passed by. At the moment this rune appeared, the Lei Beast in the distance shook his body, turned his big head, and looked at Wang Lin.
"The third seal, open!"
With a wave of Wang Lin's right hand, the flickering runes penetrated through all the lightning and imprinted on the brows of the thunder beast.
Lei Beast's body shook sharply, his face showed painful color, an astonishing roar came from his mouth madly, his body trembled, and a row of sharp thorns drilled out of his back. On top of the hideous sharp thorns, there were cold waves. The light was constantly flickering, and a strong electric light echoed, a mighty breath suddenly rose in this cauldron.
This breath reveals a mighty power against the sky, even the sky can be reversed, not to mention this vitality supernatural power!
The body of the Lei Beast was several times larger in an instant, and the thunder light on the whole body changed from the silver before it to black!
Black lightning, with a trace of destruction, blasted out from the body of the thunder beast. The beast roared again, and his body rose into the air. A complex beast word came out of its mouth, and in an instant, the beast above the cauldron Lei Xiandian Lei Beast immediately trembled, and phantom came out of it, lying on the ground, without daring to raise its head. Before, it only thought that its kind was stronger than itself, but its pride made it dare to fight.
But at this moment, there was a deep fear in the depths of its soul. From its point of view, the same kind of people were transformed, as if they had become the ancestors of that distant period, irresistible!
The thunder beast that unlocked the third seal, the whole body flashed with electric light. In an instant, the electric light reached its limit, and the dark lightning seemed to be endlessly scattered on its body, forming a black thunderstorm, rumbling. Crazy spread to the surroundings.
Xianwei, at this moment, the same golden light flashed all over his body, and the golden light slowly emitted red glow, which seemed to become orange-red, and his fist contained power and was heavier.
"boom!"
The thunder storm roared and spread across the great cauldron of heaven and earth. In this cauldron, there were countless cracks that continued continuously.
"boom!"
Xianwei's fist fell crazily on the cauldron, causing more cracks.
The huge power hits the surroundings of the world, and the Yuan Li in Lei Daozi's body is madly integrated at this moment. He has no time to heartache Yuan Li. This battle is the most difficult battle since he became the envoy of the Lei Xian Temple. Can be called life and death!
It’s just that the speed at which his vitality poured in was obviously not as fast as the thunder beast that unlocked the third seal and the immortal guard puppet that developed magical powers. At the moment of this crisis, Wang Lin’s eyes were cold. This time, he didn’t. He took out the big sword, but raised his right hand, doubled his fingers into a sword, and slashed down fiercely!
"Zhan Luo!"
"Boom!"
There was an indescribable loud noise. Reverberating the world, the surrounding big cauldrons, at this moment, collapsed, turned into pieces, and exploded frantically in all directions!
Above each fragment, there are black electric flashes wandering, banging banging sound filled the world, piece by piece, collapsed for the second time!
Wang Lin's face was pale, and he used Zhan Luo Jue twice in a row. The vitality in his soul was already seriously insufficient, and even his realm had a vague downward trend. I was afraid that if the vitality was lost a little bit, it would fall.
His body shook, the world in front of him returned to its original state, and he fell on the ground. Wang Lin took a deep breath. Although his complexion was pale and bloodless, the cold light in his eyes was thicker.
Between heaven and earth. Lei Daozi's figure turned into a phantom, he spouted a big mouthful of blood, turned around and fled. He was scared. He has fought countless times in his life, but he has never been as weird as he is today. The opponent is obviously just an aspiring monk, but his magical powers and all spells are It made his scalp numb, especially when he thought of those two sword qi, it was even more shocking. I just hate the speed!
The Xianwei puppet shook his body and chased after him. As for the Thunder Beast, it was also roaring, chasing together with Xianwei. Gradually disappeared into the world...
"Father... Is it true what he said..."
Wang Ping's voice rang slightly.
In the battle just now, Lei Daozi's supernatural powers did not affect Wang Ping and Qing Yi. In his opinion, he did not want to provoke the two sword auras in Wang Ping's body anyway.
Wang Lin's face was extremely pale, he slowly turned around, looked at Wang Ping, and nodded for a long time.
Wang Ping looked at his father and smiled. This smile is very free and easy. He calmly said: "Father, this is the real reason why you didn't let me practice the Taoism. It's also because Qingyi and I have had no children until now. The reason... Because, I am already dead..."
Sadness appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. He looked at Wang Ping and said softly: "You are not dead..."
Wang Ping shook his head and said with a smile: "Father, you taught me how to step forward when you encounter mountains and cross when you encounter rivers. Even in the world, you can go retrograde, father, thank you...
In fact, I had an answer to this matter long ago, but I didn't dare to face it. Don't dare to verify...
Why can’t I practice the Taoism, why I have no children, why I have not gotten sick for more than seventy years, and I have never really gained even the feeling of exhaustion, and why I know that my end has come, but why? The body still doesn't feel anything... All of this, I understand now. "
Wang Ping looked at Wang Lin, and his smile showed free and easy, vaguely, there was a hint of reluctance...
"Father, I, Wang Ping, don't have a mother, but some are just fathers. Thank you for your company..."
There were tears in Wang Ping's eyes, but he found that he had no tears.
"It turns out that I didn't even have tears..."
Wang Ping looked at his father bitterly, and said softly, "Father, take care... Ping'er failed to fulfill the promise and cannot accompany you forever..."
The sadness in Wang Lin’s eyes was even stronger. After Liu Mei gave Wang Ping to himself, although he had taken the pill to the child, even though he had used thunder magical powers to get rid of most of his grievances, he finally found out. Wang Ping, already died a long time ago...
The life of a mortal is very short. Even if it is a resentful baby, the same is true. There is only a trace of a soul. This soul is wrapped in resentment and does not enter the cycle. This is the root of the resentful baby!
It was this trace of soul that Liu Mei gave to Wang Lin!
This trace of soul cannot be practiced, even more so! As soon as you practice, resentment will break out, and after that, the real disappearance.
It is even more impossible for Wang Ping to conceal Wang Lin’s cultivation, because his body is transformed by a sword aura...
Turning a Lingtianhou sword energy into a flesh body, and protecting the resentful soul with another sword energy, this is Wang Ping. His growth, in fact, was nothing more than magic...
Over 70 years of life, Wang Ping, who grew up since he was a child, is the immortal meaning of Wang Lin's spells.
"Your promise will be fulfilled, trust me."
Wang Lin said softly.
Wang Ping looked at his father, took Qing Yi's hand, and whispered softly: "Father, let Qing Yi, let's go..."
He turned his head and glanced at Qing Yi deeply, with a soft smile at the corner of his mouth, and whispered softly: "If there is an afterlife, if I can have reincarnation, Qing Yi, I will come to you..."
Qing Yi's tears stayed, and he opened his mouth to say something. Wang Ping smiled and shook his head. He looked at the sky and said softly: "Father, Qing Yi, I'm leaving..."
In Wang Ping’s eyes, there was a deep sense of reluctance. He wanted to be with Qing Yi and accompany his father, always... always...
In a daze, he seemed to have returned to his childhood. During his nineteen years in that mountain village, he drank soup medicine all day, with a happy smile on his mouth.
"Father, the medicine is very bitter..."
He seemed to see the scene where his father used magical powers to dispel grievances in his body every night, and saw that the decoction was not absorbed in his body, but merged into his soul.
Because his body cannot absorb the medicine...
He seemed to see his body, but in fact it was a golden sword aura, as if he saw his soul, also surrounded by that golden sword aura.
"No wonder, I always dreamed when I was young, as if I was in a golden world..."
Wang Ping’s eyes closed...
In his physical body, at this moment, the golden light flickered and turned into a sword aura, hovering beside Wang Lin, and then another sword aura appeared.
On the ground, there is only a white light cluster floating quietly, and within it, there is a black thread intertwined.
This black thread is the last trace of resentment!
Wang Lin stared at the light ball in a daze. For a long time, he lifted his right hand and wiped it lightly. The black thread disappeared...
After a lifetime of rebirth, Wang Lin finally dispelled all the grievances of his child. There was a rare tear in his eyes. He gently held the light ball as if he was holding the baby back then.
As soon as the wind blew, the light group had a trace of dissipating, but Wang Lin did not let go. He knew that as long as he let go, there would be no resentment Wang Ping, and he would enter the cycle of rebirth.
"Ping'er, your promise will be fulfilled!"
Wang Lin held the light ball, pressed it between his eyebrows, merged into Tianni, and placed it next to Li Muwan Yuanying.
"From now on, your mother is Wan'er..."
Wang Lin turned and walked away.
"Father..."
Qing Yi knelt on the ground, the sadness in his eyes was no less than Wang Lin.
"Father, I have an appointment with Wang Ping, even Huang Quan will be with me! Take me away, even if turned into a soul, as long as I can accompany Wang Ping, dad, this is what you told me back then, and you kept me with me. To Wang Ping!"
Qing Yi whispered with tears in his eyes.
"You don't regret it?"
"not regret!"
Wang Lin was gone, and what he took away was Qing Yi's unrepentant soul.
His figure, under the setting sun, gradually changed from being old and slowly, his hair was no longer gray, and gradually black, his slightly hunched body, slowly straightened, under the sunset, seventy years ago Wang Lin of Wang Lin gradually walked towards the void...
Reincarnation, the end...