An unexplained emotion, although Wang Lin’s memory of Xizifeng and Wang Lin is not deep, he will not forget it. Just like in his life, there will always be people who like him and others who like him.

Such a woman can be kind and let go, but she must not forget.

The injuries in Xi Zifeng's body were clearly visible under Wang Lin's gaze. The injuries were the wound of the soul. After being left many times, they became a stubborn disease and were difficult to heal. It was obvious that just now, she experienced another severe injury to the soul.

"How was she injured just now?" Wang Lin's eyes swept across the nearly 100 cultivators in front of him, and finally fell on an old man. Wang Lin looked familiar with this old man, and he vaguely remembered in a trance that he seemed to be one of the group of cultivators who were taken away from the Thunder Immortal Realm by himself.

The old man was stared at by Wang Lin's eyes and his expression showed fanaticism and excitement. Many of them were grateful to Wang Lin, and they were still now. As Wang Lin's reputation rose hundreds of years ago, these people became fanatically respected.

"My benefactor!" The old man's voice trembled and he bowed deeply to Wang Lin.

The middle-aged man who was kneeling in front of the Thunder Immortal Palace envoy knelt there, his body shook violently, his soul trembled, and his eyes were despaired, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the old man, with a strong begging in his eyes, but this begging suddenly collapsed with the old man's next words.

He seemed to hear the sound of destruction of heaven and earth, and it roared in his mind.

"It's him! If it weren't for his repeated difficulties in making trouble for fellow Taoist Xizi over the past few days, his soul's injury would never be so serious!" The old man pointed to the middle-aged man kneeling there in front.

"Zhou Congyun, you are slandering!! As the envoy of the Thunder Immortal Palace, I have the right to ask each of you to obey the instructions. You are talking nonsense and slandering me so much. What does it mean?" The middle-aged man suddenly felt a surge of strength in this great fear, got up and retreated quickly, looked anxious, and shouted.

"Senior, don't listen to this person's slander. What I did was to prepare for Luo Tian, ​​and I didn't make things difficult for fellow Taoist Xizi as he said. I was still acquainted with fellow Taoist Xizi back then, how could I do this..." The middle-aged man quickly retreated in an anxious voice, and in a blink of an eye he withdrew a hundred feet away.

Wang Lin, with the cold eyes that had previously destroyed Donglinxing Xiang's family, turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who was constantly retreating. Which is right and wrong? With Wang Lin's mind, he could tell at a glance.

"Damn it, you should be damned!" Wang Lin's eyes showed a strong murderous intent. The more Xi Zifeng retreated, the more she bowed her head, the greater the impact she had on Wang Lin.

Eight hundred years have passed, things have changed, and the beauty has dreams last night. The hazy appearance of the present and the past has brought Wang Lin the melancholy of the passing of time and the figures of old friends gradually fading away.

Staring at the middle-aged man who kept retreating and showed a terror, Wang Lin's eyes flashed with a cold light and his right hand slowly raised.

"You can't kill me!! I am the envoy of the Thunder Immortal Palace. I am the order of the Thunder Immortal Palace to prepare for war. I have the order of the Thunder Immortal Palace. If you kill me at this time, you will be an enemy of the entire Thunder Immortal Palace and hinder Luo Tian from preparing for war. You are not only the enemy of the entire Luo Tian, ​​but you are also the enemy of the four major star fields to join forces to prepare for war at this moment!!

My cultivation is not high, but it is also a force to resist invasions outside the world. I want to compete for the glory within the world. I want to contribute my strength to the world. You can't kill me!! Even if you want to kill me, I will give me a chance to fight outside the world and let me die on the battlefield!!" The middle-aged man retreated and almost yelled out all the excuses and reasons that he could think of in his life.

When he was young, he was good at speaking and claimed to be sharp. At this moment, his life and death crisis broke out completely!

"I have no regrets when I die on the battlefield. I don't want to die in this mistake by Luo Tian before my life burns. All my mistakes are wrong, but I will not die!! If you must kill me, please leave me a hundred years of life so that I can fight in the world!!"

If it were an ordinary monk, he would be moved by this person's words when he heard this person's words, and it was very likely that he would let this person go and let him go. The words were so righteous that he could express his aura of looking at death in the world.

In fact, this middle-aged man gained great benefits through his sharp words throughout his life. Even the identity of the envoy of the Thunder Immortal Palace was exchanged for his words.

However, this time he met Wang Lin. With all the conspiracies and tricks Wang Lin experienced in this life and all kinds of cunning people, he could see at a glance that every sentence this person said was a frivolous word!

With his right hand raised, he fell gently. The middle-aged man who was retreating hundreds of feet away suddenly screamed in a shrill voice. His body shook, and blood mist sprayed out from all positions of his body in a bang, and in a blink of an eye he became a blood man.

"That bitch has been bullying her for hundreds of years. Why did you kill me? If you really have the ability, kill them all!!" The last sentence was roared, and the middle-aged man's body blew, his body exploded, his body and spirit were destroyed, and he dissipated in the starry sky.

Killing a monk named Peek Nirvana is like killing an ant!

There was silence all around, and everyone, including the old man before, was shocked there, and their minds were beating wildly. Although they had already felt Wang Lin's strength, they were still afraid of it when they saw a scene where the Nirvana monk dissipated without any resistance while waving his hand.

Wang Lin swept his cold eyes on the nearly 100 monks and took a step forward. His speed was so fast that he stepped into the group of monks. In a flash, he disappeared into the crowd along with the Xizifeng inside.

A soft light rushed over from afar, turning into a pill and floating in front of the old man.

"If you take this pill in seclusion, you will be able to realize the soul of the ferocious beast inside, which will increase your cultivation!"

An extremely strong fluctuation of Yuanli was emitting from the pill. After hearing it, the old man's mind was revealed, as if he was meditating for several months.

In the Luotian Star Field, there is a half-abandoned cultivation star. At this moment, snow is floating in the sky, falling and covering the earth with a layer of quilt. In the north of this cultivation star, there is a mountain peak. At this moment, the mountain peak is covered with snow clothes, and the world is silent.

At the top of the mountain, Xi Zifeng lowered her head, her face turned pale, her tears were forcibly stopped, and she was silent there.

In front of her, Wang Lin looked at the woman in front of her in complexity, sighed lightly, raised her right hand and waved her lightly, and immediately a stream of primordial power poured into the woman's body, blending into her soul, and after it was activated, the woman's injury was recovered in an instant.

Xi Zifeng's body trembled and her head lowered even deeper.

The energy in her body did not dissipate after healing her wounds, but rushed straight to her face. With a crisp sound of cracks, the hideous scars on Xi Zifeng's face, the wound that ordinary monks could not recover, suddenly collapsed inch by inch, turned into fragments, and was blown by the snow wind and peeled off from her face.

Gradually, in the flying fragments, Xi Zifeng's face showed a pretty face, and there was almost no difference from her appearance back then except for the traces of time.

The beautiful woman back then, although she was still virgin, had a trace of vicissitudes, like a woman.

Xi Zifeng raised her hand and touched her smooth face. Tears flowed down again. Eight hundred years ago, she destroyed her face with her own hands. She never thought that today, eight hundred years later, the figure in her memory would restore her appearance back to her back.

"In my life, I only accepted two disciples, one named Xie Qing and the other named Thirteen... Do you want to be my third disciple..." Wang Lin looked at the snowflakes floating in the world, letting the snow fall on his body, and slowly spoke.

Xi Zifeng's body shook, and while she was silent, she had more tears.

Wang Lin did not speak again, waiting for the other party's choice. He was not a ruthless person, but he was unable to accept everything. He could stop himself from liking others, but there were some things in this world that he could not stop...

He could not stop the woman who liked him eight hundred years ago, nor could he stop the other party's intention that had always existed for the past eight hundred years.

Compared to Li Qianmei's forgetfulness in the world, Wang Lin could not do anything to this weak and pitiful Xizifeng and could not say that kind of heartless words.

There are many and many choices for love in the world, between men and women.

Time passed slowly, and the snowflakes gradually became thicker and thicker, falling in front of the two of them, like a snow curtain...

A soft smile appeared on Xi Zifeng's face. For the first time, she raised her head and looked deeply at the figure standing there behind the snow scene.

It seems that I want to remember this figure firmly in my heart, slowly overlapping with the figures of that year.

She knelt gently on the ground.

This kneeling cut off the past eight hundred years ago.

This kneeling eliminated a cause and effect.

This kneeling was bitter and also relieved Xi Zifeng.

She knelt on the snow and whispered, "Disciple, I've seen Master..." Two last drops of tears flowed down their smooth cheeks and fell into the snow on the ground, fusing layers of white snow, forming several deep tears.

But these tears were soon covered by snowflakes...

"Let's go with me..." Wang Lin spoke softly.

"The disciple's home is in Luotian..." Xi Zifeng stood up and whispered.

Wang Lin was silent. After a long time, he raised his right hand and slapped the void. Suddenly, a powerful Yuan power suddenly merged into Xizifeng's body. While pushing his soul, he also divided his life's perception into some limits that the other party could accept and operated in his body.

Xi Zifeng's cultivation level immediately broke through Yang Shi under the operation of this soul and directly reached the Nirvana!

But this technique of passing on the power did not end, but always emerged. It was not until Xi Zifeng's cultivation level was forcibly upgraded to Jing Nirvana that it slowly stopped and turned into three seals, suppressing Xi Zifeng's rapid cultivation level. This was done to allow him to slowly understand and digest it.
Chapter completed!