The old man in the Taoist robe drew the last stroke, but his whole face became very solemn. The cloudy gaze finally glanced at the young man in the mirror, and then finally made up his mind. Then, his mind moved. A terrifying cultivation body surged out like a surging flood, and finally condensed into an incomparably pure silk thread of spiritual power at the tip of the middle finger of his right hand.

Immediately, under the slightly nervous mood of everyone, the old man's finger fell suddenly.

The last stroke of the word 'life' slowly condensed.

The woman next to the stone pillar, looking at the movements of the old man in the Taoist robe, tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, and she said bitterly: "Don't, don't ......" On top of the beautiful face, there was a pitiful despair and helplessness, but she couldn't get the sympathy of the emperor whose heart was like stone.

And she, under the blow of the emperor, directly lost her ability to fight. It can be seen how terrifying the middle-aged man in front of the mirror should be. With a wave of his hand, a powerhouse of the Divine Realm was directly dying, and he didn't know what kind of existence this man standing at the top of the Nine Heavens was!

None of the people present cared about her thoughts, and the old man's last stroke finally fell.

Ling Feng, who was thousands of miles away, suddenly trembled violently as the old man's stroke slowly fell. Then he looked at the void in the mirror, his face full of horror and fear.

Ling Feng only felt that his spiritual power was suddenly out of control, and his thoughts were even about to freeze away. Everything I have experienced seems to be just a dream, gradually detaching from the sea of memory.

And some inexplicable memories quietly came from the boundless dark space. Those memories, with the breath of a superior person, also know how much space they have traversed, and appear directly in the depths of their minds.

The memories that diffused gradually took root in his mind, and finally there was a tendency to occupy all his memory space.

However, this sudden memory is so real, as if it happened yesterday. His consciousness collapsed in an instant in the face of the surging memory.

In the endless dark space, Ling Feng was like a walking corpse, walking aimlessly. He wandered leisurely, following the sound of his memory, gradually moving towards distant places.

That voice, constantly echoing in his head, told him to let go of everything and give up resistance, because something better would happen. The voice from outside the sky, as if it was an ancient Sanskrit sound, was actually a distraction in people's hearts, and they couldn't help but dissipate.

He felt tired, and there was tiredness in his clear eyes, and he couldn't help but want to close. So, just close your eyes and take a good rest. Gradually, follow the voice in your head, let go of your mind, let go of everything, and accept endless memories.

The moment you let go of the resistance, it was really as the Sanskrit sound said, and everything became beautiful. He came to a fairyland, where there was everything, everything was incomparably beautiful, except for no war, no wicked people.

What made him happiest was that in this fairyland, he finally saw the girl who appeared in his mind more than once, Xian'er. After a long time, in the blink of an eye, Xian'er is no longer the little girl she once was, but a slim girl.

Xian'er clasped her hands lightly, put them on her chest, and quietly looked at this man who had been wandering outside for many years, with a knowing smile on her peerless face.

Her beauty is as pure as a fairy, and there is an invisible fairy aura in the whole person, which sets off the fairy more holy. Compared with the iceberg beauty, with the demonic beauty of the Linghu family, Xian'er is more charming. Gentle as water, the smile only blooms for him, this is the person he really likes in his heart.

"I'm back!" said Xian'er, her voice ethereal and pleasant. The sound like a fairy song seems to have a kind of magic power, and you can't help but want to get closer. After speaking, she stretched out her slender jade hand and headed in the direction where Ling Feng was.

At this moment, Ling Feng's memories that had been sealed for thousands of years came like a tide. He remembered the girl who used to cry, and remembered the beautiful woman in front of him.

Isn't this the fairy he has always been thinking about......

Ling Feng's delicate face showed a smile as gentle as the sun, from the heart, pure and flawless. He felt like he was back in his youth, and that carefree innocence was still there. In the same way, he stretched out his hand and walked towards Xian'er.

However, he didn't realize that a sinister aura was gradually locking him in, gradually taking over his soul.

Emperor Zun smiled, and he finally showed a knowing smile when he never smiled. He stared at Ling Feng with his eyes, and secretly said in his heart: Quick, hold it!

The others also had a look of anticipation on their faces, although they had always heard of such a great power as Engraved Fate, but they had never seen anyone cast it. It was hard to see them once today, but they forgot their previous worries and wanted to see what kind of changes would happen to Ling Feng, who had been carved into his life pattern!

The two tear stains in the corners of Xian'er's eyes had dried, and she looked at Ling Feng with a smirk in her beautiful eyes and stretched out her hand, her face full of worry. Then, I don't know where the strength came from, and suddenly took advantage of everyone's might as well and swept towards the mirror.

At the same time, he spat out a heart-rending sharp voice: "Don't!"

Boom..

Emperor Zun's face changed greatly, and he flicked his sleeve robe without hesitation, and directly hit Xian'er. The tremendous force raged, causing her face to turn pale again, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and her breath was weak. The body flew towards the outside of the main hall like a broken paper kite.

However, her eyes are extremely clear, and there is no regret in it, but a sense of relief.

The old man in the Taoist robe wanted to stop the emperor, but after all, he didn't have time. The old eye glanced at the latter, and there seemed to be a look of disappointment in his eyes. Immediately, a voice came out: "It's just facing a mortal, why be so nervous?"

Emperor Zun was silent, because he didn't need to answer at all. Moreover, he is cautious by nature, and he will never allow a little change at this moment. Although he had absolute confidence in the old man, he also had inexplicable confidence in Ling Feng. For the former, it is because he is strong, and it is impossible to make a mistake against a scum who is not in the Nirvana realm. For the latter, it is naturally because of the contempt from the bottom of my heart.

In the illusion in his mind, Ling Feng's palm had already touched Xian'er's palm, and just as he was about to grasp the warm little hand, a faint heart-rending and painful voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

Although the voice was very weak, when it sounded in his head, it was like setting off a monstrous wave. At the same time, an indescribably strong crisis erupted from the depths of the soul. His gaze changed from cloudy to clear!

"Xian'er!" Ling Feng spat out a voice, his face painful, and his eyes were moist. Then, he glanced deeply at the beauty in front of him, and turned around and swept away.

Rumble..

Nine Heavens Palace, the Divine Mirror Collapses!

(End of chapter)