The moment he saw the vague figure on the sky, it stands to reason that Ning Wuxin had disappeared.

Can......

She was dazed.

Where does the consciousness of a person who has disappeared come from?

Is it a remnant?

She doesn't remember that she had a backhand?

In a haze, Ning Wuxin saw an old woman with gray hair, a little kind, but she couldn't see clearly, who was it?

Before she could think of the result, a warm decoction was poured into her mouth.

The bitterness suddenly sank down her teeth and cheeks into her throat, and she choked violently, but she was pressed against her chest, supplemented by two silver needles to soothe her, she wanted to struggle, but she did not have half the strength, and finally fell asleep again.

......

A muffled thunder rolled through the clouds, and a flash of lightning swept across the town's dark sky.

The spring rain that had been accumulated overnight finally poured down at this moment.

Ning Wuxin was awakened by this spring thunder.

She held the soup woman in her right hand, raised her left hand hidden in the futon, and slowly stretched it out, under the faint light of the charcoal fire, her palm was amazingly white and tender.

On the palm of her hand, a strange ink cicada the size of her thumb was embedded in the flesh and blood, glowing with a strange darkness, and her mind was suddenly confused.

The sound of rain outside the house was rustling, and the charcoal fire in the house was vigorous and red, and the warmth was a piece of warmth, which forced people to sweat all over their bodies, but Ning Wuxin didn't realize it.

Her gaze lingered on the cicada for a while, and then she looked around the room with complexity.

In the twilight, the yellowed old curtains, the cabinets, the desks, and the lingering smell of the decoction and medicine, the bitterness and bitterness hide the stench. After many years, it is still very familiar. Only the familiar fades, and the rest is a thick strangeness.

It's been 500 years.

After the memory and reality coincide -

Ning Wuxin's eyes were covered with ice, she didn't know what kind of picture passed in her mind, her breathing gradually became short, and after a while, she clenched her palms tightly, her palms were extremely immature, and with such a pinch, there was a clear and amazing color in the firelight.

Realizing his gaffe, the corners of Ning Wuxin's mouth showed self-deprecation.

She thought that after five hundred years of precipitation, it was impossible to be swayed by any emotion, but after seeing the current situation clearly, there were still waves, she took a deep breath, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was a deep murderous intent in her eyes, which was replaced by indifference.

His gaze refocused on the cicada in his palm.

The ink cicada was originally a black stone, and its origin was very "simple", killing people and grabbing treasures.

It was Ning Wuxin who "picked" it from the direct descendants of the first elder of the Yashan Sword Sect.

Man is naturally dead.

A journey turned into an infighting with the same door, and only Ning Wuxin survived that fierce battle, not because she was lucky, but because those fellow disciples were all killed by her. She hadn't entered the demon path at that time, but if she didn't make a move, she didn't count these people, she was the one who died.

She was also hunted down and killed by the Yashan Sword Sect because of this.

In the end, the dantian was broken, the Jindan was broken, and he escaped by luck when he fell into the Hanhai storm.

After that, he had to escape into the demon gate, change his name and surname, and even change his face - through the fusion of a secret technique and a secret treasure, he changed his bone size, changed his appearance and voice, and so far, there is no peace in the world, only Ning Wuxin.

The person who controls all this behind the scenes is her "master" Li Changfeng, or rather, the person behind him!

In his previous life, Ning Wuxin picked up a life because of this unknown black stone and repaired the dantian, at first it was regarded as a treasure, even if it kept absorbing its own lifespan, in the end it was "connected to her life", and she was holding on to it by gritting her teeth, and only kept seeking a way to break through.

Later, that is, thirteen years ago, Li Changfeng was taken into captivity, only to learn that even this black stone was the layout of the person behind him. At that time, she was already connected to Blackstone's life, and the limit was approaching, even if she knew, she had no choice but to do it.

And the purpose of killing Li Changfeng and annihilating the black stone that has turned into an ink cicada is precisely to lead out the layout.

And she did.

Even before she died, she succeeded because she thought that "Jade Cicada" had the implication of "spiritual immortality, rebirth and resurrection".

She was reborn and returned to the southern land of smoke five hundred years ago, Yingzhou, a remote immortal town in the Chen Kingdom.

The rebirth of oneself is also the only one in the cultivation realm, right? absurd and incredible.

“...... But why do you feel so aggrieved?"

The male and female girls murmured, and then a little bit was drowned out by the sound of the rain.

As for the shock of rebirth? Probably yes, at the first moment of consciousness, but only a few moments.

Not to mention the identity of Mo Xiuning Wuxin, she is a person who has lived for five hundred years, the tenacity of the Dao heart, even death can be indifferent, reborn in a lifetime, there are small waves, it is impossible to set off too big waves in her heart.

As for the hatred for Li Changfeng and the people behind him after being reborn, there are also them, but they are not as impatient as they were in their previous years.

In her previous life, she was desperate, and it was the coming limit that limited her.

If not, give her enough time, and she may not be able to turn the tables!

As for this life?

Since he is happy to take revenge and pursue that ethereal avenue, it is not that he has no intention of having to deal with them. Yes, they will never let her go, and she can only calmly walk towards the avenue if she cuts them one by one and wipes them all clean.

Thinking of this, her face was indifferent, and the heart lake finally shook a ripple again, she had done two hundred years of demon cultivation, and she liked to pay attention to a "only ask about the heart, not cultivate the good fruit", she did not deliberately suppress it, knowing that with time, this unrest will eventually be smoothed out.

"What is the origin of the cicada, and what does it have to do with me?"

Ning Wuxin's voice at this time was very immature, but there was a trace of depth and complexity that did not belong to her age.

In a flash, she smiled again.

It can make the people behind her lay out for 500 years, and take her to be reborn, since it has a great background, does it have anything to do with her, and what does it have to do with it? This kind of treasure, even if it is a hot potato, is it still in the hand?

"In my previous life, you were in the dark and I was in the light, and I couldn't know the secret of the ink cicada even if I tried everything. In this life, I carry five hundred years of memories and rebirth with this ink cicada, and you are even more delusional. ”

Ning Wuxin twisted the ink cicada and laughed silently in his heart.

The cicada is as solid as a rock, with a trace of warmth close to her body temperature, and a trace of pulse, like a pulse, which is quite amazing.

Such a thing may have been a hot potato in the past, but it is not necessarily now.

Mo Cicada underwent a metamorphosis after absorbing her 2,000 years of life, first stopped absorbing her lifespan, and then she sensed a touch of "fluctuations" hidden under the jade skin, at that time, Ning Wuxin only thought it was an illusion, and because she wanted to set up a bureau, she didn't have time to delve into it.

After being reborn, she found that the "fluctuation" that was like a "heartbeat" had increased, but it was still very weak.

"After all, it absorbed my 2,000-year lifespan and asked for my life, and now, is it going to derive life?"

Ning Wuxin's mind moved, knowing that this thing was always a variable for her. However, if she wants to unravel the tip of the iceberg of this variable, she will at least have to wait until she has re-entered the path of cultivation and entered the realm of qi refining.

At this point, Ning Wuxin was not in a hurry, but thought of another thing-

I don't know, will the black stone of the Yashan Sword Sect disappear with her rebirth?

If it did, she wondered, how would that person be moved, and what would they do without the black stone?

Ning Wuxin suddenly chuckled, slightly indifferent.

......