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Never let my little aunt down......

Again and again, night after night, time became very slow in the pain of the body and spirit, and it was difficult to move an inch, and for Zi Nian, every second was like a year......

However, this must be experienced, because he has no way to control them, he can only see if this body has the fate to absorb this divine power.

Zi Nian was lying on the ground, and the clear sky he saw in his eyes, this sky, unchanged for thousands of years, when he was with the falling moon, it was so clear, and after losing her, the sky was still so mysterious......

How many times have you looked up at the starry sky with her...... Thinking about it, it doesn't hurt so much when he is distracted, but when he thinks of her death, the pain is attached to his heart a thousand times, and his heart hurts even more, and even the pain is numb, he has no feeling, and he can't shed tears......

The whole person was in a state of silence again, and finally closed his eyes, simply not fighting the pain, and let it come heartily......

For three days and three nights, Zi Nian lay on the ground, attacked by double pain, and did not stop for a second......

Three days later, in the early morning, he woke up and found that his body had been completely renewed, completely different, his body had adapted to the divine power, and it was well combined with the divine power, stretching his muscles and bones, a steely and crisp sound.

The other forces in the body are also in harmony with the divine power, and they communicate with each other.

Zi Nian's body was much refreshed, although he was still defeated here, his body was reborn, although he didn't know what the meaning of this was, he didn't give up on himself, but chose one person and continued to move forward......

After the fusion of divine power, Zi Nian cultivated here for seven days and seven nights, and better used his divine power to become his own power, although he didn't know what the purpose of cultivation and strength was, but according to the guidance of his heart, he still went in this direction......

Seeing him like this, the spirit beasts also relaxed a little......

Seven days later, Zi Nian left Penglai Immortal Island and went to the fairy world.

At this time, the war in the fairy world has ended. The surrounding ruins are almost deserted, and the corpses on the ground are not full of mourning, but they are also bleeding......

The surroundings are empty, only occasionally there are spirit beasts rushing through the air, wailing for the dead master, Zi Nian understands their hearts very well, it is also a loss, a loss that will never be recovered......

However, walking in the fairy world, there was no one, and there was silence all around, only white hair floating across his cheeks......

Thinking of the footsteps behind him, there is no need to look back, Zi Nian also knows who it is, his current hearing is extraordinary, and the nirvana brought by the intense pain is also extraordinary, this point is fair to God, there is no spiritual power in the world for nothing, you have to pay a high price.

"Lao Jun ......" Zi Nian turned around and saw Lao Jun very surprised, even stunned......

"You, you, you're the Purple Year?" Lao Jun's lips trembled, he didn't understand why Zi Nian had changed so much, it was clearly still his face, but he was too old, and the white hair was even more than his own......

Zinian nodded.

"Brother Zinian...... Sister Luoyue, aren't you inseparable? The golden boy behind Lao Jun asked.

Everything goes without saying, Zi Nian didn't answer, he couldn't answer either, he couldn't answer this question to everyone.