In the next moment, two violent auras that seemed to pull the space burst in, and the power of this blow was certain to die below the Xuankong!

"Crazy, howling, nine, heaven!!"

The next moment, the wind stopped inexplicably, but it was raining in the air, and He Yinuo and Feng Senior were drinking under the sky.

There is no success or failure in this battle, only inheritance.

In the southern part of the Tear Bamboo Forest, the immortal doctor stood beside a bamboo, his already somewhat confused eyes suddenly revealing a strange light, and his brows were furrowed!

In front of him, a person appeared out of thin air, his face appeared extremely clear in the moonlight, but his face was like ashes, with endless grief and desolation, and his right arm had been cut off, and he was drenched in blood at the moment, but he seemed to have forgotten such pain, his eyes were scattered, and he only stared blankly at a bamboo in front of him.

He is exactly the same as He Yinuo!!

The immortal doctor's face showed an unconcealable surprise, and the powerful cultivation fluctuations that came from the person in front of him, as well as the thick evil qi, actually made his voice tremble a little, "You, how could ,,,?!!"

The person who came was expressionless, but said lightly, "According to your rules, kill me and help me save someone!!"

The immortal doctor seems to be confused, he and He Yinuo only have a one-sided relationship, but they don't know where this sentence comes from.

And in his opinion, although the cultivation of the person in front of him is not the same as that of He Yinuo, the breath on the two of them is almost the same, and it is clearly a person, but it is just ,,,

"Although I have the power to bring the dead back to life, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, without a body and soul, and cannot create a person out of thin air. The immortal doctor was shocked in his heart and said calmly.

The person who looked the same as He Yinuo didn't seem to pay attention to the words of the immortal doctor, but looked at the other thicker bamboo beside him, his gaze stayed on it for a moment, and then turned to leave.

And after he left, the immortal doctor came to the bamboo, and saw a line of words left on it, "Thousand years of Dao, ten thousand years of crossing, the Tao is in the heart, and the cultivation is in the realm,"

The immortal doctor looked at his distant back, and said loudly, "I have taken your life a few times, and today's matter is my fault, if there is a chance in the future, I will definitely give you back your life!"

Bursts of sobbing sounded in the tearful bamboo forest, as if they felt some kind of extreme sorrow.

After spending a few days in the Tear Bamboo Forest, Senior Feng told He Yinuo about the past, and then he bid farewell to his master and left the Tear Bamboo Forest, but what happened to the immortal doctor that night was never mentioned to him.

He Yinuo left the Tearful Bamboo Forest, and recalled in his mind the picture he saw on the Reincarnation Bridge of the Sleepy Dragon Tomb.

Reincarnation is divided into reincarnation and reincarnation of the afterlife, the reincarnation of the past life is the kind of past, and the reincarnation of the afterlife is determined by the way of heaven, which is both an unknown number and a certain number of the destiny of heaven.

The picture I saw on the reincarnation bridge that day must have been a painting of the afterlife, and the tear bamboo forest was the first place experienced, and then the ,,,

He Yinuo didn't care about the pictures he experienced at the moment, but put all his thoughts into the last part of the reincarnation picture, the huge black curtain.

"Is that the end of my life?" He Yinuo frowned and fell into deep thought, but he was unwilling, if it was a few years ago, when he was still an ignorant teenager, he might not be able to resist, and his heart was more than enough.

But now, after all kinds of hardships and rights and wrongs, he is not willing to succumb to the mercy of others, even if it is the way of heaven.

He Yinuo looked up at the sky and looked into the distance, there was an eagle soaring under the faint clouds, he clenched his fists, feeling the unruly power from his body.

My life is up to me, even if the jade is burned, then I have to be rebellious all my life and be free all my life!

About half a month later, He Yinuo really came to a small town and cottage, the town is not big, dozens of people, and it is the smoke curling at this moment.

He Yinuo saw this place and unconsciously had a sense of closeness, which was very similar to the riverside village he grew up in, the houses were simple, the folk customs were simple, and he saw a stone plaque outside the village with three words written on it "Wangjia Village".

It was almost noon, and the smell of rice was overflowing, so He Yinuo found a restaurant to make it.

The restaurant is not big and there are not many people, but there are a few tables and chairs outside the restaurant. An old man, with white sideburns and slightly closed eyes, sat comfortably on a small chair, tasting the fragrance of tea.

He Yinuo sat down next to the old man, ordered a cup of tea and enjoyed it alone.

"Young man, so angry!" the old man on the side suddenly said lightly.

He Yinuo looked at the old man, a little puzzled, but seeing that there were only the two of them around, there was also a trace of interest in his heart, so he asked rhetorically, "I don't know why the old man said this?"

The old man slowly opened his eyes, stroked his long beard, and had a smile on his face, "Wangjia Village is located in a remote area, surrounded by mountains, lakes and jungles, and there is no business travel, you can come here, and you are chic and complacent, you must not be a mortal, and then look at Your Excellency's glorious face, without any fatigue of the journey, then you must be a cultivator who can walk in the sky." ”

He Yinuo also smiled and nodded slightly, but there was a trace of surprise in his heart, the old man living in such a remote place has this eyesight, which has to be admired, and He Yinuo secretly investigated, this person does not have the slightest fluctuation in cultivation, just an ordinary mortal old man.

And at this moment, the old man suddenly put away a smile, looked at He Yinuo with a strange look in his eyes, and said in a somewhat serious voice, "Young man, the old man has something to say, I don't know whether to say it or not?"

He Yinuo somehow suddenly felt a dullness in his heart, as if he had a sense of panic for a moment, he looked at the old man's gaze, frowned slightly and said, "Old man, but it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

The old man seemed to retract a trace of his gaze, picked up the celadon teacup in his hand, it was empty, he smelled the tea fragrance inside, and the teacup seemed to be spiritual, it was a faint white fragrance wafting from it, and the smell made people feel shocked.

"Young man, the old man sees that you are an eternal and rare ancient fate, and the demon is chaotic on you, and the breath of the immortal is extremely heavy, so you are destined to suffer many hardships and calamities, and if you can survive all kinds of tribulations, then you must be the destiny of the sky, and the way of heaven will also give you three points. ”

The old man paused when he said this, "It's just that the fate of the ancient is against the heavens, so the way of heaven will try its best to kill, so the young man must do it well, if he is not careful, he will be doomed." ”

When He Yinuo heard this, his eyes flashed with a faint essence, and he didn't pay much attention to this ancient destiny, but looked at the old man, and said with a slight change of color, "Who are you?"

The old man didn't answer, but shook his head with a smile, and then laughed out loud, the laughter was hearty, as if there was no restraint, "Hahaha, you ask me who I am?,, I don't even know who I am, I may be the mysterious mortal in the old man's mouth." ”

His laughter suddenly stopped, looked at He Yinuo's chest, mystery flashed on his face, and suddenly said, "It was born from the same root, and it is right and wrong to meet." ”

He Yinuo's face was straight, and he didn't understand what he meant, but at this time, there was a faint movement from his chest, which he had never experienced before, as familiar as meeting an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

The old man didn't pay attention to He Yinuo, but stood up and walked slowly towards the teahouse.

Before the old man entered the house, he stopped, and suddenly his voice became extremely serious, and he said slowly, "Your next catastrophe is approaching, this catastrophe is called "General Order", the catastrophe is inevitable, others can't do anything, you can do it." After saying that, he entered the teahouse incognito.

He Yinuo did not continue to ask the old man, although he didn't know who the old man was, but in life, many things still need to be borne by himself, the unknown fear and unknown longing are the most thrilling moments of the journey, and he believes that he will meet the old man.

It's just that he wrote down the name, the general's order!