Bai Shangbei is likely to be the inheritor, but even if the words of the Lingying Girl are true, they are useless, because it is not about whether Feng Sheng can inherit it successfully.

Is there any chance of recovery?

The old man of Yunhai stared at the dazzling immortal universe and subconsciously shook his head.

Chaos, dazed, empty.

The faint consciousness was shattered into too many parts, and with those traces of light drifting aimlessly, it took a long time for the wind to piece together a complete thought, who am I?

There is a vague feeling of rarity.

More than half a year ago, when he was still sober, he was in high spirits and scolded Fang Xuan.

The power here is in his hands.

Only then the catastrophe began.

Too addicted to the power of sword light, unable to extricate himself, the pupil crystal was shattered again and again in the impact, and finally pieced it together, once again pointing to the universe, and then the curtain ended, hundreds of millions of insignificant.

To date, the kendo imprint has only been completed by 30%.

And Feng Chen's consciousness has been floating in the blank space for five months.

There is only one emotion, and it is still so clear and fiery.

Lonely.

Endless loneliness, déjà vu.

It seems that a long, long time ago, he was a lonely existence in the boundless universe, unaccompanied, alone, drifting for unimaginable years.

Afterward......

How did consciousness come about?

Thinking of this profound question, Feng Yan felt a very heavy sense of exhaustion, and his consciousness was like a crystal clear, light and brittle, which cracked open.

I'm so tired, let's sleep, don't think about anything.

Another month passed.

Feng Yu's slender consciousness condensed some.

This time I woke up, and the loneliness was spontaneous, and it was even stronger than the last time.

He has been drifting in the Immortal Slashing Universe for half a year, and although this place is bright and bright, there is still only one consciousness existing, and there is no one in the upper and lower heavens.

It seems that there is still a purpose that has not been accomplished before, what is the purpose?

Didn't think about it.

Feng Chen's consciousness shattered and drifted away again.

It's just that this time the thinking is not completely over, and the purpose that exists here is like an obsession, rooted in the countless crystals of consciousness shattered by the wind.

Two months later, Feng Chen's mind was pieced together again.

First of all, it was the terrible loneliness, which attacked him like a flood beast, and countless consciousness crystals trembled closer, and in the oppression, he resisted, and continued to think about the problems left last time.

What purpose did he not accomplish?

The wind frowned a thousand degrees, restraining the surge of emotions, and thinking hard.

By the way, it seems to be ...... The trail of these lights......

Finally, Feng Yu recalled that yes, it was the traces of light, the imprint of the sword, the power that should have been mastered, and it had not been fully and clearly engraved and inherited.

Thinking of this, Feng Xi should have been happy, but the emotional oppression he could bear suddenly increased dramatically, like a heavy blow to his skull, which would burst at any time, but he persevered, regained that sense of familiarity, and summoned the power of the Immortal Slashing Universe.

"Slash!"

A word barely fell, and the endless points of light of the Immortal Slashing Universe trembled violently, and then the waves went crazy, the waves were monstrous, and the golden halo swept across the vast star field frontier.

Rumble!

All kinds of light sabers condensed, pierced through the darkness, and cut through the ancient seal, and even the broken divine body that sat in the center of the Immortal Universe was shaken.

This call is unprecedentedly immense!

"Hey, what's going on!"

Outside, the time pool rioted, and those bright points of light emitted the sound of stormy waves, hitting the sky, roaring constantly, like the wrath of heaven descending here.

The old man of Yunhai was so frightened that his body was crooked, and he was sleeping with a little pig, and he got up with a bone, and the first thing he did was to run wildly to his little hooves and move vigorously into the distance.

At the same time, Bai Shangbei, who was in enlightenment, seemed to sense something, and looked back for the first time in more than half a year.

His gaze looked through the Immortal Universe, falling on the billions of crystal dust that were drifting everywhere, and also on the half-shattered divine body, and a trace of emotion that could not be described flashed in his calm and radiant eyes.

Rumble!

Those brilliant points of light went completely crazy.

The stormy waves roared, the tide roared, the thunder swept through the sky, and the ears were broken, making people tremble and paralyze from head to toe, and almost prostrate themselves to their knees in this momentum.

The little pig made the sound of pig's feet, and the four little hooves were trembling and trembling, like those fallen leaves wrinkled by the autumn wind,

It's amazing!

It seems to be the sound of clarity coming from the infinite depths of the chaotic opening up of the universe!

Grandiose, mysterious, awe-inspiring!

Even the small cherry trees are pink, and the crystalline spikes are slowly falling, isolating the interference of the momentum of the Immortal Universe, shielding the roar of the waves and thunder explosions from ten zhang away.

For a long, long time.

The roar faded away.

The little pig was so cute that his eyes rolled upside down, as if he had been struck by lightning, his feet were facing the sky, and he was so stiff that he trembled.

The old man of Yunhai had no blood on his face, and the palpitations were still there, and at this time, there was a roar in his ears, and his whole body was torn into countless pieces.

"What's going on, the old man felt that his true spirit was almost shattered, it was terrifying...... "The old man of Yunhai stammered and trembled.

"Who is the enemy in the universe......?

The spirit cherry girl let out a faint sigh.

"Where did the poem come from?

"Fang Cai, just when the roar of the inheritance reverberate, countless vicissitudes of the immortal world flowed out, this poem is what I heard from those vicissitudes of life, and I also learned a lot of information. ”

The spirit cherry girl sighed and replied.

"What's the information?"

"A long time ago, the fairy universe was chaotic, there were too many immortals who committed crimes, and the human world and the fairy realm were devastated, and soon, a person stood up and maintained the order of the fairy universe, and all the sinful immortals were killed by him, and the world was called the first generation of human ......."

"Goo. ”

When the old man of Yunhai heard this, he swallowed his throat with a hot neck, and carefully pointed at Bai Shangbei, and said in a dry voice: "Then what generation is this person?

"The second generation, I don't know the rest. ”

Lingying girl shook her head, although those vicissitudes of life said a lot of information, most of them were the first generation of guests, and there were only a few words about Bai Shangbei.

"Horror, horror, old man, I still want to live a little longer, Lingying, I won't mix here, I'll move outside to live for a while. ”

The old man of Yunhai was pale, and his heart was churning, but he was scared and didn't want to stay here.

"Although this inheritance roars violently, it will neither damage your true spirit nor make you delirious, but it will be beneficial to the condensation of your will. ”

"Really, then I'm not leaving. When the old man Yunhai heard that it was beneficial, he immediately changed his mind.

......

The peach and plum are weak and the crown is in good years, and the wind is blowing in Wuhan at night.

The old man is seventy strong, tired and tired,

There is no time to sleep in the morning and dusk, and I dare not rest when I am tired.

Qing's body is hard and frosty, what is white clothes!

There are red marks under the cheeks, and the hands are mottled.

Check the epidemic situation at night, and I don't feel tears.

Thank you to all the healthcare workers who have given their way during the pandemic.