Chapter 479 Ten Years Later

On Monday, September 4, 2017, it was the third day of Xing Wuneng's car accident.

In the early morning, the sun swept warmly across the earth, and a young man in white covered in blood sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, and a cold gaze shot straight in all directions.

As if he remembered something, Edgeworth rose and rushed straight down the cliff.

Below the cliff was endless flowing water, and there was nothing, and the young man in white shook his head helplessly.

At this moment, he was originally standing on the flying sword, his body shook, and he almost fell into the river.

The swift upward movement of the flying sword brought him to the cliff again.

The forcible exercise led to the recurrence of the old injury, and then he sat cross-legged and began to look inward.

"Broken Soul Palm, it's really the Broken Soul Palm......"

After looking inward just now, the man in white found that his injuries were even more serious than he imagined.

His own sword wound was not the most serious, but the most serious was that palm.

That palm almost shattered his soul, and the breakthrough of the enchantment exhausted all his spiritual power.

The meridians are almost completely broken, and even the exercises cannot be fully operated, and if they are not repaired in time, they will definitely become wasted.

"Nangong Lu, you and I are close to master and apprentice, I didn't want to hurt you, but I didn't expect you to do such a dead hand to me......"

The man in white closed his eyes after speaking.

The sun, moon and stars, the stars change, the ups and downs, I don't know how many years have passed.

On a certain mountain peak on the earth, a strange phenomenon occurred, the originally bare mountain peak, but there was an additional stone statue.

No one knows when this stone statue appeared, and no one cares, because it is deserted and few people come.

Even if someone passed by, no one cared about the stone statue.

June 7, 2029.

It's an unusual day, it's a black June, and it's a day when the unmath student changes his fate.

In an examination room in Shanhai City, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl was nervously writing her own composition: "The Last Supper"

Daddy, I miss you, Daddy......

"Ahh

Maybe it's telepathy, maybe it's a miracle, just when Xiaoya finished writing this essay with countless thoughts, on that nameless mountain, a loud roar spread all over a radius of dozens of miles.

"Hahaha......"

"I'm back one day. ”

"No, you're not Cao Yitian, you're Xing Wuneng. ”

……

"Since I'm not Cao Yitian, nor Xing Wuneng, then let these two people disappear!"

"From now on, my name is Xing Yitian, and I Xing Yitian has been reborn......"

Laughter could be heard within a radius of dozens of miles, and some people were still scolding the neurotics.

On that day, at the last moment of his demise, Xing Wuneng was inhaled by Cao Yitian, who was seriously injured and fled from the cultivation realm.

Cao Yitian originally wanted to refine Xing Wu Neng's soul to repair his damaged soul.

I didn't expect that I was too seriously injured, and my soul sneered, and in the end, not only did I not refine it, but the souls of the two people also fused.

After more than ten years of cultivation, the souls of the two people finally completely fused and formed a new Xing Yitian.

However, because the injury was too serious and the spiritual power on the earth was scarce, Xing Yitian's strength had dropped significantly, and now he could only maintain it in the Jindan stage.

The current young man in white can be said to be Cao Yitian, or Xing Wuneng.

I am him, he is who I am, I have the same memories and thoughts......

After laughing, Xing Yitian shook off the hard armor on his body, and the armor fell to the ground, only to find that the clothes on his body had long been weathered, and now they were slippery.

As soon as he jumped, he jumped off the cliff and plunged into the river to take a cool bath.

Ascending again, he took out a white robe from the storage ring and put it on his body.

"Is this the strength of a cultivator?"

In the past, Xing Wuneng had some feelings about his current self.

"What's this, I used to be in the Tribulation Period. ”

As a former Cao Tiantian pouted.

"It's been so long, I don't know if Xiaoya is okay?"

Xing Yitian thought of his 7-year-old daughter again.

Thinking of this, he got up with his sword and flew in the direction of home according to his original memories.

"Look, look, do you see if someone is flying in the sky?"

A high school student who had just finished evening self-study pointed to the window and said excitedly.

"Where, where?"

Soon a group of people gathered around the window and looked out.

"Liu Wenqiang, I think you are dreaming, right? Where are there any flying people? Are you watching too much martial arts, your brain is in water, and you are daydreaming? No, it's night now, and it should be called a night terror. ”

"Yes, where?"

……

A group of people began to crusade against the little boy named Liu Wenqiang just now.

"I just saw someone flying in the sky, why is there no such thing?"

"Am I really dreaming? No, I saw ...... just now."

Liu Wenqiang was still entangled there, and Xing Yitian had already disappeared.

It is not yet known that the commotion caused by his shocking actions just now......

In the sky above Shanhai City, a flying sword hovered in the air, but fortunately, it was night and did not attract the attention of others.

"How so, how so?"

The original street is gone, now it has become a wide road, and the old residential area is gone, and it has become the current towering forest.

Xing returned to his original residence one day, but the old house had long since disappeared.

Suddenly, Xing Tiantian found that there was a big screen in the square in front of him, on which contemporary advertisements were playing, and he was suddenly stunned when he looked at it:

June 7, 2029.

"How so?"

Countless question marks came to mind in Xing Tiantian's mind.

I clearly remember that I had a car accident in 2017, and now 12 years have passed, and this time shocked him.

Xing Tiantian found a place where no one was and quietly landed on the ground.

"Big brother, your clothes are so beautiful, are you filming?"

As soon as he walked out of a corner of the park, Xing Yitian met a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old staring at his outfit.

At this time, he noticed that he was different, and it seemed that he was looking for a place to buy some clothes and get a haircut.

"Xiaolan, come back quickly, how many times have I told you, don't talk to strangers, you see you kid just don't listen. ”

Before Xing could react, an aunt who looked to be in her 50s stood in front of the little girl.

"Auntie, you misunderstood, I'm not a bad person, Xiaolan came to ask me because she saw that my dress looked good. ”

"By the way, Auntie, I want to ask what year it is?"

"Neurotic?"

The 50-year-old aunt circled Xing Yitian, dropped three words, and pulled her granddaughter away.

"Am I wrong?"

"Nope!"

Xing Tiantian looked at the two departing backs in a fog.