death

For Yuele, maybe it's a relief.

But for people like Ling Zifeng, death does not mean true liberation, and no one wants to die unclear and unclear.

Ling Zifeng's mood at this time was like this, even if he really faced the so-called fate, he knew that he didn't have the ability to reverse his fate.

It's just that he is at the peak of the Heavenly Extreme Realm, and he has not forgotten everything he once saw in the Buddha's tomb, the cultivation of the Golden Cicada Sun Realm, which was still split in half by the opponent. With his current cultivation, he is only a star and a half stronger than the so-called ants.

But knowing that it was death, he had to go, just like Wuwei Zen Master said, what should come will always come, and fate is not something you can avoid if you want to.

The sky was as depressed as blood, Ling Zifeng looked at the void, and in the distant depths, there might be a demon-like murderer stepping on the starry sky, surging towards this heaven and earth.

Ling Zifeng retracted his gaze, suppressed his uneasy thoughts, and took a step all the way north, which was still hundreds of miles away from Fulong Mountain, and it would take at least a day and a night to arrive with his foot strength.

It was only after walking for a while that I had just climbed to the top of a small hill, and when I was about to step down the mountainside, I suddenly felt a chill in my back, and my steps slowly stopped.

He had to stop, as he had sensed a dangerous aura in his perceptual range.

Ling Zifeng stopped, slowly turned his head to look to the right, and his face instantly changed and returned to natural.

On the edge of the mountain more than ten zhang away from Ling Zifeng, there was a white-faced scholar standing there, his hands in his sleeve robe, looking at Ling Zifeng's expression as if he was smiling, but he didn't plan to walk over.

"Huh!"

"It's really hard for Your Excellency to wait here!"

Ling Zifeng smiled strangely, his words were like those of an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, he looked very familiar, but the soul devouring sword in his left hand was silently unsheathed.

This white-faced scholar with a sly smile on his face made Ling Zifeng feel as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and his face was sickly pale.

It's just that those sharp eyes make Ling Zifeng a little familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere, but at this time, he doesn't have time to think about it.

The white-faced scholar was not surprised by Ling Zifeng's uninhibited smile, but raised his eyebrows, glanced at Ling Zifeng, and said indifferently: "Since Brother Ling will come, it will be worth waiting for as long as I want, but I don't know if Brother Ling is going, but I have thought that I may not come back alive." ”

Oh!

Is it!

Ling Zifeng chuckled, and a fine light flashed between his eyebrows: "Brother Tai must be the young master of the Heavenly Palace, Luo Chen, Brother Tai has come thousands of miles away, is the Immortal Heavenly Palace finally going to have a choice in this calamity?" ”

Luo Chen looked at Ling Zifeng with some surprise, he knew that Ling Zifeng would guess his identity, but he didn't expect Ling Zifeng to guess so quickly.

Moreover, Ling Zifeng broke the purpose of his trip in one word, which made him even more different about Ling Zifeng.

You must know that in this world, the martial arts are arrogant, but there are not many exquisite talents who are good at scheming and calculating the hearts of the people of heaven and earth, otherwise the major sects thousands of years ago would not have been made by a mere heavenly strategy.

And Ling Zifeng, even though he does not have the ability to calculate heaven and earth, his grasp of the hearts of the people in the rivers and lakes is absolutely outstanding, comparable to the people in the heavenly strategy thousands of years ago.

Maybe

Ling Zifeng can really reverse this catastrophe!

Luo Chen sighed with some expectation in his heart, after all, this world and rivers and lakes are still worth nostalgia, if they can live, no one wants to choose death.

"Brother Ling, Luo Chen only came here today for two things."

"Oh, Brother Luo, please speak."

"Although Luo doesn't believe in this world, he wants to believe Brother Ling once, if he wins by luck, all parties in Kyushu will justify my name for not destroying the Heavenly Palace."

There was a little pain in Luo Chen's eyes, this was a catastrophe, no matter whether he lived or died, he didn't want to immortalize the Heavenly Palace to carry this eternal stigma, but he didn't believe in the major forces in Kyushu, so he found Ling Zifeng.

Ling Zifeng pondered for a moment and nodded silently, Luo Chen's thoughts were very clear in his heart, although he had too many grievances with the Immortal Heavenly Palace, but if he was allowed to choose, he would rather believe in Luo Chen than trust other sects in Kyushu.

It's not about calculations, it's just about people's hearts.

Sometimes the enemy can be trusted, but those who walk with you are often eager to trample you under your feet, so that you will never be able to turn over.

Good!

Ling Zifeng replied very simply, a simple word, without too much explanation, and it didn't make any sense to explain too much.

Luo Chen glanced at Ling Zifeng before he continued: "As far as Luo knows, the Void Mirror has been secretly hidden by Shushan Kunlun, and the so-called three ancestral weapons are already incomplete, Brother Ling has ever known. ”

Hehe!

Ling Zifeng smiled bitterly when he heard this, and fell silent.

In any case, he didn't expect that Shushan Kunlun would dare to risk the world's condemnation and do this stupid thing of self-extinction, and it really was: Heaven is still forgivable, but people can't live if they do evil!

Without the Void Mirror, the three major ancestral weapons are also gone, no matter how powerful he is, it is impossible for him to turn things around with the Soul Devouring Sword in his hand alone.

"Okay,"

"I see!"

Ling Zifeng let out a long sigh, and his whole person looked a little depressed.

Luo Chen glanced at him, turned around and walked down the mountain, and in the distance, a woman appeared beside him.

Ling Zifeng glanced at it from a distance, the ghost domain had already rushed to Fulongpo, but the ghost Ji was walking with Luo Chen, and when she appeared here, she was a little clear in her heart, but I was afraid that this pair of people would not have much time to stay together.

Luo Chen is gone,

Ling Zifeng finally left here and continued to rush forward, but not long after he left, where he was talking to Luo Chen, a figure appeared deep in the grass on the edge of the cliff.

A woman who has captivated the country and the city, even if she has passed her beauty, it is still difficult to hide her beauty,

Purple carrot light yarn, flowing snow cloud boots, tassels elegant, like a fairy coming from the cloud river, like a coquettish flower in the sea of flowers.

And she,

It is the saint of the previous generation of the Divine Court, the sister of the Lord of the Divine Court, and the childish Gu Weilan all her life.

It's just that her appearance here is a bit surprising, she once walked out of the divine court, walking all over Yunzhou, and no one knows what she wants.

Even the people in the Divine Court, except for the Divine Lord, no one knew what Gu Weilan stepped out of the Divine Court for, and no one knew what she was doing.

Looking at the direction in which Ling Zifeng left, Gu Weilan slowly walked out of the depths of the grass, and a deep sentimentality crossed his eyes.

"Child, fate is not irreversible, as long as you never give up, there will always be a day when the clouds will be cleared."

Gu Weilan sighed in a low voice, but Ling Zifeng couldn't hear it, even if he heard it, he probably only laughed at himself, after all, he was in the game, and he knew that the road ahead was slim.

(End of chapter)

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