This young man does not have the breath of law on his body, his foundation is extremely ordinary, and his cultivation is not very high, but he sits here and fishes, and it seems to blend in with the surrounding environment, which is extremely harmonious.

Lin Ming groaned slightly, and walked towards the young man.

The young man obviously sensed Lin Ming's approach, but he was still fishing, sitting quietly next to this lake that was as quiet as an ancient well.

"Are there any fish here?"

Lin Ming suddenly spoke, his understanding of the law of life had reached an extremely high level, he could feel that this lake was actually lifeless, there was no life in it, not even aquatic plants, shrimp, then it was impossible to catch fish.

"Nope. ”

The boy's voice was a little hollow, without a trace of emotion.

When he spoke, he didn't look back, Lin Ming could see his hand holding the fishing rod, it was a pair of hands as beautiful as a woman, with slender fingers and crystal nails, it held the fishing rod, steady like a sculpture.

On the thumb of the right hand of both hands, there is a jade wrench, and the runes of the law are engraved on the wrench, mysterious and ancient.

"What are you fishing for without fish?"

Lin Ming was puzzled, he was already sure that this young man was extraordinary, this was purely an intuition.

"Fishing for an artistic conception. ”

It's still an empty sound, which makes people feel strange when they listen to it.

"The mood of death?"

Lin Ming asked rhetorically, in this lifeless lake, the most contained nature is the artistic conception of death, if you feel the artistic conception of death here, it is okay.

However, it's just that it can, compared to the shrine of the Fallen God Mountain Range, the difference between heaven and earth is not enough to describe, and the insignificant artistic conception of death here is too shallow.

And the young man in front of him has a mysterious identity and is not a mortal, but he is fishing here to understand the artistic conception, which makes Lin Ming puzzled.

What do you feel here? It's just a dead lake.

However, Lin Ming did not speak rashly. He carefully perceived the laws around him. In the end, it was determined that there was nothing unusual about the lake, and its location was ordinary, on the edge of a forest. The soul beasts here are not strong enough. At the bottom of the lake. There are also the bones of dead animals, which may have been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, and have been fossilized. And just looking at those fragile fossils, you can also confirm that these creatures were just ordinary creatures when they were alive.

All things considered, it's just an ordinary Dead Lake.

Although it had been confirmed, Lin Ming still didn't jump to conclusions, but asked rhetorically, "Is there anything special about this lake?"

The boy shook his head, "Nothing special, it's ordinary." ”

At this point, the boy put down his fishing rod and turned around.

After seeing the young man's face, a look of surprise flashed in Lin Ming's eyes.

This young man's eyes were so dull and filthy that only an old man who was dying could have such eyes.

Although the young man's skin was fair and smooth, Lin Ming seemed to feel the passage of endless years in him, as if he was coming from the end of a river of years.

Seem...... In this young man's body, an incomparably old soul is hidden.

"You ......"

Lin Ming subconsciously took a step back, and at the same time raised his vigilance.

He felt that it was no accident that he met an old boy here.

And the identity of the other party, he didn't know at all.

The young man looked at Lin Ming and didn't answer, but said to himself: "Your purpose is too strong, you will chase the things that are valuable to you, and you will give up the worthless things, such as this lake, if you pass by, I am afraid you will not take a second look......

Lin Ming was silent, this is human nature, not only him, but normal people in this world are basically like this.

Even if those enlightened monks in Putuo Mountain say that they have no quarrel with the world and no desires, they pursue that desireless state of mind, which is a kind of pursuit in itself.

The young man looked at Lin Ming, and in those dirty eyes, Lin Ming's reflection could not be reflected at all, but Lin Ming felt as if he had been seen through.

He held his breath, gathered all his thoughts, and raised his vigilance.

"Who is the senior?"

Lin Ming changed his name, and the young man just looked at Lin Ming, and he shook his head slightly.

"Your life can be described as a breakthrough all the way, unstoppable, you rushed to the peak of martial arts regardless of a qiē, far surpassing your peers, since you emerged, you rarely take detours. ”

"But there are gains and losses, the perception of martial arts is not all the most subtle and grandiose Heavenly Dao laws, it also has some ordinary things to experience, and you are missing a journey after all......"

"Like this lake?" Lin Ming was silent, he could feel that there was some truth in the words of this old young man, but he couldn't comprehend them all for a while.

What exactly is the so-called "ordinary" thing?

The young man smiled lightly, did not answer directly, but said: "Your road is still too smooth, maybe you have experienced setbacks, but it is not enough, your peers are invincible, triumphant all the way, defeated countless opponents, and it can even be said that you have never really failed, this maybe, will become your limitation, making it difficult for you to set foot on the peak of martial arts!"

The young man's words were like a bolt of lightning, slashing through Lin Ming's heart.

Never really failed?

In Qingsang City, he lost to Zhu Yan emotionally and lost Lan Yunyue.

On Shenhuang Island, he was forced by Xuan Wuji to have no place to go, and fled to the Holy Demon Continent.

Later, in the Four Great Divine Kingdoms, he was calculated by Yang Yun and was almost taken away by the ancient demons.

Finally, when he arrived at the Divine Domain, he fought with the Heavenly Immortal Son twice, and was on the verge of death several times.

But these, in the mouth of the teenager, are not failures, they can only be regarded as some small setbacks.

"The road of martial arts is too smooth, there are too few detours, and it is easy to fall into a bottleneck and not be able to set foot on the peak of martial arts......"

Lin Ming understood the young man's words, and he didn't investigate who this person was.

He knew that if the other party intended to reveal his identity, he would naturally know.

By this time, the boy had already stood up.

He held a fishing rod, the wrench on his thumb reflected a blurry green light, and his eyes when he looked at Lin Ming also contained an intriguing taste.

Lin Ming and the young man looked at each other, and the other party's dirty eyes gave Lin Ming a deep impression.

"You're waiting for me here?"

Lin Ming's heart chilled slightly, a person of unknown origin, his strength was far above his own, he was naturally uneasy.

The boy just smiled lightly and walked away.

He stepped on the surface of the lake and disappeared into the mist of smoke.

Lin Ming took a light breath, this mysterious old boy always gave him a feeling of horror.

"Brother Lin, that person...... It's horrible......"

After the old man had already left, a timid voice suddenly sounded in Lin Ming's ears, it was Hong'er.

"What did you see?" Lin Ming's heart moved, and he asked, maybe Hong'er could see more things.

"I don't know...... I didn't dare to look at it at all, I kept shrinking up, afraid that I would catch my breath and be discovered by him......"

Hong'er said in shock.

"Hmm...... I know, you don't have to show up too often in the future......"

Hong'er's words made Lin Ming have some guesses in his heart.

He hurriedly inquired about the trialists of the Primordial Dream Battlefield, confirmed the opening time of the Primordial Dream Battlefield, and thus knew the time of his retreat - a full sixteen years.

In other words, counting the Shrine Enlightenment, as well as the conquest of the Primordial Dream Battlefield in the previous three years, Lin Ming had been in this Primordial Dream Universe for thirty-two years.

Thirty-two years is actually just a short moment for a long-lived martial artist like Lin Ming, but for the upcoming Terran Tribulation, I am afraid that half of the time has passed.

War can break out at any time.

Lin Ming left the Primordial Dream Battlefield and returned to the Fallen God Mountain Range, which was the meeting place agreed between him and Shengmei, as long as he returned to the Fallen God Mountain Range, Shengmei would get the news.

Lin Ming met with Shengmei in order to return the golden pages to Shengmei.

"Have you seen him?"

Late at night, Shengmei suddenly descended and appeared behind Lin Ming.

Lin Ming raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Shengmei.

At this time, Shengmei wore a black and red robe, and her eyes seemed to contain the shattered stars, and under the background of the night, Shengmei was like the goddess of the night, full of mystery and nobility.

The night breeze was blowing, the Shengmei cloak was fluttering, and her expression was cold, and it was difficult for Lin Ming to see what she was thinking from her expression.

"He, the mysterious boy?"

Shengmei's inquiry made Lin Ming's previous guess more certain in his heart, and this guess made Lin Ming feel a chill down his spine.

Shengmei's silence was tantamount to acquiescing to Lin Ming's rhetorical question.

"I've seen ......" Lin Ming took a deep breath and looked at Shengmei, his eyes changed slightly, "That old young man...... It's the Soul Emperor, right?"

...... (To be continued......)