The soul has been enlightened for more than a year, and Luo Feng has a little experience.

Walk to Luo Yuan's resettlement place.

Luo Feng raised his fingers and used his soul, like a song, like a song, to sing a mysterious, simple, desolate and brilliant song.

"Yoyo Emperor...... Heaven and Earth ......"

A song.

Luo Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and the moment he saw Luo Feng, he asked eagerly, "Uncle Feng, what about Uncle Zheng and Biqing......

Luo Feng sighed lightly: "You have slept for too long, Lao Zheng has not woken up, and Biqing has gone to reincarnation." ”

"Reincarnation?"

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Luo Yuan whispered these two words, and his tears couldn't stop flowing.

asked in a low voice: "Uncle Feng, Biqing, is he dead......

Luo Feng shook his head and said, "No, I will give him luck, and one day, I will come back." ”

"Sleep is a small death, and a big death is also a dream."

Luo Yuan raised his head suddenly, his eyes were already red, and he asked urgently, "How long will it take." ”

"Less, decades, more, hundreds of years."

Luo Feng sighed.

There is such a thing as reincarnation, even if he is there, there is no way to speculate.

Guessing the approximate time period is already the limit.

"I can wait for him." Luo Yuan muttered.

Luo Feng was silent, Luo Yuan was just an ordinary alien, and his body had been treated by the Eight Wonder Techniques, and he might be able to last for hundreds of years. But what about the soul?

Does Luo Yuan have such a mind? A hundred years of hard work.

Luo Yuan is a smart girl, and she quickly thought of this, stood up and bowed to Luo Feng: "Uncle Feng, the soul is trapped inside, but the things outside are sensitive. ”

"In my slumber, I faintly heard a voice that called the two hands that could modify the memory of the soul."

"Yuan Yuan is not filial, but there is no other way, please ask Uncle Feng to fulfill it."

Luo Yuan bowed slowly and knelt in front of Luo Feng.

Luo Feng thought for a long time and nodded helplessly.

How can he? Refusal will only kill Luo Yuan.

……

Under the bright blue light, Luo Yuan was receiving the modification of his memory.

Suddenly, she opened Shui Lingling's eyes and said softly, "Uncle Feng, I will almost be two people in the future." The new me surname is wind, how is it. ”

Luo Feng stopped his hands and finished revising.

Nodding his head, he said with a smile: "If you like it, it's fine." ”

Luo Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, slowly closed his eyes, fell into a deep sleep, and secretly prayed in his heart, hoping that the new me could accompany Uncle Feng for me.

Wait until Luo Yuan is completely asleep.

Luo Feng's face turned gloomy in an instant.

He is not a fool, and he can naturally associate everything.

"Zheng Zhe is Zheng Zibu? Luo Yuan's surname is wind? Surname Feng ......"

"If, Luo Yuan is Feng Baobao."

"And who am I? Is it rootless? But there are already people who have taken the name of rootlessness. ”

Luo Feng stared straight into the sky with his eyes.

It should not be a coincidence that I came to this world by myself.

There is a problem, there is definitely a big problem.

From the very beginning of the main god space, to the sudden appearance of the reincarnation without roots, to the confused information, the strange timeline.

Suddenly, Luo Feng suddenly raised his head and looked at the No. 2 Luo Feng who was dealing with mundane things outside the valley, and his eyes were full of gloom!

If you say, it is a coincidence to go to the Northeast and establish the Demon Alliance.

The next behavior was completely inconsistent with Luo Feng's Dao heart.

One by one, it is no longer a sloppy, but the flying of waves.

Luo Feng was shocked today that what he had done over the years was full of twists, as if he had changed someone.

"When did this begin?"

Luo Feng groaned and pondered.

Maybe it's because I saw that the reincarnation has no roots, or it's in the Shangqing sect, or maybe it's earlier......

"There is logic in everything, and abnormality is to cover up normality"

Peeling back the cocoon, Luo Feng's eyes flashed, and he found that the problem was the beginning of Luo Yuan's recovery.

So, the next step.

Zheng Zhe?!

Placing Luo Yuan on the bed, Luo Feng stepped out and came to Zheng Zhe's room.

Shen Nian stretched out slightly, touching the center of the Lingtai's eyebrows.

Luo Feng intuitively saw a dark eye, the world was spinning, and he opened his eyes here.

The divine soul entered the Zheng Zha Spirit Platform.

In the distance, a young man with a sword sat on a rock.

Seeing Luo Feng coming, the young man slowly turned around and said with a smile: "You are here." ”

It's like Zheng Zhe's face.

But Luo Feng is not gullible, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?" ”

Holding the sword, Zheng Zha said with a smile: "I am naturally Zheng Zha, but Zheng Zha is not me." ”

Luo Feng said with a solemn face: "What do you mean?!" ”

Zheng Zhe stood up, smiled slightly, pinched a Dao seal, and his figure became more and more ethereal and unattainable.

Transformed into a Taoist, dressed in crane red fairy clothes, wearing a lotus crown on his head, and holding a green sword in his hand.

The appearance is still Zheng Zha's appearance.

"Come with me!"

Luo Feng took a step back and said coldly, "Who are you?" ”

I saw the Taoist smile and said: "I once said a sentence, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning are in my hands, and I am the first immortal in the Shangqing Gate." ”

"Therefore, Zheng Zha is me, I am not Zheng Zha."

"I'm here to remind you of something."

"All the miracles that come from the gift of fate have already been clearly marked behind the scenes."

I saw a wave of the green sword, and a long river of time passed slowly.

Heaven and earth are transformed.

Luo Feng's vision is constantly raised, transcending the dimension and coming to the long river of time.

The mysterious Taoist was holding a green sword and standing on the shore, while Luo Feng was standing on one side.

"I know that you have countless doubts in your heart, but I am still Zheng Zhe."

"Here's something else."

The Taoist put away the green sword and threw out a fragment of light.

In an instant, Luo Feng's body bloomed with brilliant light, and the third fragment and the second fragment gradually coincided, and the two fragments merged into one.

A very peculiar feeling came over me.

Except, mysterious and mysterious, indescribably wonderful.

Luo Feng had one more thing in his hand, which was a pair of dark glasses.

【Amon's Gift】

【Star Rating:7 Stars】

[Effect: -1s; Rebirth; 】

[Side effect (hidden): Created by a prankster, fate will play a little joke on you.] 】

[Evaluation: You think it's hope, but it's actually despair.] 】

After thinking for a long time, Luo Feng slowly raised his head and said, "The world I am in has been reset once. ”

The mysterious Taoist smiled freely, shook his finger and said, "In the past, in the future." ”

"Look."

The Taoist pointed mysteriously, and the long river of time began to flow backwards.

Concerning hundreds of millions of sentient beings, heaven and earth, plants and trees, all the inconceivable long rivers, under a simple finger, began to flow slowly.

The mysterious Taoist stepped out, and Luo Feng followed.

"That's the starting point."

The mysterious Taoist pointed to a certain wave in the long river of time.

Luo Feng looked over and saw a scene.

From entering the main god space, the main god explodes, and then to getting the first and most important opportunity, the main god fragment. In the end, he rescued Zheng Zhe by himself, and then carried Zheng Zhe down the mountain.

The mysterious Taoist suddenly said: "If you don't save Zheng Zhe, everything will happen." ”

Luo Feng looked at it again, and the river branched out after a long time.

He did not save Zheng Zha, and Zheng Zha would continue to be unconscious in the same place until a master of the Shangqing faction rescued him.

"Countless choices create countless branches, which are the convergence of branches, which is fate."

The mysterious Taoist sighed, as if recalling his choice.

[The protagonist is about to leave, make a patch]