In a mortal's life, a hundred years old is the end, but there are not many who can really live to be 100 years old!

Wang Ping, at the age of seventy-two, felt the end of his life, and a year later, although he was still healthy, he clearly felt that it seemed that his life was coming to an end.

This year's winter, as when Cho Tai left, came quickly, and the heavy snow closed the road early, so that the villagers in the village could not go out, so they could only stay with their relatives and spend this winter silently.

The cold wind whistled through the heavens and the earth, as if taking away one life after another to the end, sending them to spring, as if reincarnation.

This year's winter seems to be much colder than usual, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes, especially at night, is even more boneless, and simple houses, if they do not raise a hot fire, they will be blown through by the ice wind.

In the village, in the houses at the west end, a fire reflected from the window, with a hint of warmth, but in the cold wind night when the snowflakes were falling rapidly, it seemed so insignificant.

The cold wind screamed, lingering around, and on the deep snow layer on the ground, the cold wind formed a circle of whirlpools, hanging large snowflakes.

The domestic animals in the village also rolled up and trembled slightly, resisting the cold that came out of the cold wind.

Above the sky, there is darkness, only the countless falling snowflakes, which makes people feel a sense of loss after watching it for a long time.

Wang Ping sat on the chair, holding a carving knife in his hand, a knife, a knife, carving a trace of memories at the end of his life.

What he carved is still his father, but his father's face is even older.

This year, Wang usually dreams about it, and will go back to his childhood, remembering the feeling when he drank the bowl of bitter medicinal juice, the bitterness of the year, but now recalling, it is a little sweet, this sweetness, not the taste, but the warmth.

Qingyi sat next to him, looking at Wang Ping, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Gusts of cold wind howled, coming from outside, as if they wanted to rush in and take away Wang Ping who was at the end.

"When I die, burn these statues," Wang Ping said softly, looking at the last statue in his life, which was a half-finished product, and he wanted to finish carving it.

On one side of this room, there is a huge wooden shelf, and its soil is placed with hundreds of statues, each of which is Wang Lin!

Next to some of the statues, there will be a statue of a small child, whose face is full of satisfied smiles, holding his father's hand, revealing a sense of attachment.

"Father, I have already forgiven you...... Wang Ping looked at the statue in his hand and said softly.

In this snowy night, in the black sky, a bright thunder light, lightning like breaking through the sky, the Gangfeng layer, in an instant, was disintegrated, thunder came, the sound of thunder instantly echoed the entire Danyun Star.

At this moment, even the snowflakes between heaven and earth were all trembling, as if they were frozen in mid-air at this moment.

The raging cold wind of the army collapsed at this moment.

The monks of the entire Danyun Star instantly sensed this extremely huge aura, and the thunder power contained in it was like countless thunderbolts exploding in the ears of all the monks.

The ancestor of the brush family had been in retreat for many years, but at this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and in a flash, he came to the sky, and when he looked at it, his face immediately changed drastically in his gloomy face.

"What a strong immortal power, terrible Lei Wei!" Don't Analyze gasped, his eyes shrinking suddenly.

Behind him, the monks of the late stage of the Sun family's infant transformation were separated one by one, and there were eight people in total. Sun Qiming, standing in his position, said in a deep voice: "Ancestor, this person seems to have bad intentions!"

The same is true of the Dan family and the Zhao family, their power is not as good as the Sun family, after all, many masters in the family have passed away countless years ago.

In Qishui City, in the room of the Wang family's compound, Wang Lin put down the wine jug in his hand and raised his head slightly, his eyes did not have any look, like a real old man, full of turbidity.

After a glance, he lowered his head and took a sip of wine.

Above the sky, a giant beast with thunder light scattered all over its body, four hooves lightly stepped on, two electric dragons shuttled between its nose, it looked extremely powerful, on its back, there was a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged, he was the thunder Daozi of the Thunder Immortal Palace!

His eyes were like electricity, and he glanced at the earth coldly, and his divine sense swept without any scruples, and instantly covered the whole person with Ran Yunxing, and Qishui City was also in it.

It's just that for some reason, his divine sense swept over, but he didn't stay on Wang Lin for a moment.

In the sweep of his divine sense, all the monks of the entire Ran Yunxing were all shocked, except for the monks, even all the demons of this Ran Yunxing were trembling slightly, as if facing the power of heaven and earth.

Even mortals are the same, but they don't know the reason at all, they just feel that their bodies are cold, and their brains are shocked, and then they pass out one by one, not waking up.

At this moment, the entire Ran Yunxing, unprecedented, was silent for a while, Lei Daozi retracted his divine sense, frowned, he looked around, and there was no one who met the requirements.

As he regained his senses, the snowflakes fell again, and the cold wind rose again.

"It's been too long, maybe it's okay to leave, this person will have a big life!" Lei Daozi pondered for a moment, turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, suddenly his eyes froze, and his divine sense was like lightning, locking on a small mountain village on Ran Yunxing!

Qing Yi, when that divine sense swept over for the first time, immediately turned pale, his body trembled involuntarily, and the spiritual power in his body almost collapsed, and it took a long time before he adjusted slightly.

Wang Ping was stunned, looked up at Qingyi, and said softly: "Qingyi, what's wrong with you?"

Qing Yi was just about to speak, but immediately his complexion changed greatly, blood spurted out of his mouth, and a huge divine consciousness brutally dispersed the snowflakes and cold wind, and descended directly.

This divine sense was so strong that the entire earth seemed to tremble with a bow, and the thick layer of snow on the ground was shaken in an instant.

Outside the room, the snow and the cold wind that had just recovered the castration collapsed again, only to see that Wang Ping's residence in this mountain village seemed to be isolated, and in the outside world, the snowflakes fell as usual, and the cold wind was still howling, but outside his room, there was nothing at all.

It's as if all the wind and snow were all shattered at this moment.

Qingyi's body formed a shortly formed yuan... God immediately struggled to exude spiritual power, so that her body, under the arrival of this huge divine consciousness, took a step and stood in front of Wang Ping.

Her face was old, but there was an unyielding struggle in her eyes.

"Interesting! I didn't fall into a coma!" the cold voice echoed.

The moment this voice appeared, the door of the room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in, and the moment he stepped into the room, Qingyi's face was pale and bloodless.

She could feel that on the other party's body, there was an unimaginable aura, this aura was so strong, like the might of heaven and earth, that it was impossible to resist at all.

In front of the other party, Qingyi felt like an ant, as if the other party could kill countless of himself with a single thought, and he would never be able to live, and there would be no place to bury him.

What made her feel the pupils in her eyes shrink even more was that there was also a thunder light in this person, and bursts of lightning were swimming outside his body, looking like a thunder fairy.

He seemed to step into the room casually, but it made the whole room click, and the thunder and light traveled along the wall, and the whole room, at this moment, seemed to become an electric trap!

If you look at it from the outside world, you can clearly see that Wang Ping's house, at this moment, has been surrounded by thunder and lightning, in the earth and air, the thunder beast is lying lazily in the void, with a look of disdain in its eyes, it seems that in this world, there is nothing that can attract its slightest attention.

Because, it is a thunder beast! a sacred beast of the former Thunder Immortal Realm!

Although the bloodline in its body is not very pure, and there is a big gap with the ancestors of the past, its pride is deep in the bone marrow.

Wang Ping put down the wood carving in his hand, stood up, came to Qingyi, looked at the middle-aged man who walked into the room, and said calmly: "You, who is it!"

At this moment, Wang Ping doesn't look like a mortal at all, and the calmness of his gaze is not pretentious, but truly calm. He stood in front of Qingyi, like a man standing up to the sky.

All of this is thanks to his father Wang Lin, nineteen years of blandness, eight years of travel to heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, and more than thirty years of mortal supreme, so that he has a heart that is not afraid of heaven and earth, and he is not afraid of heaven, not to mention the monk in front of him!

Qingyi looked at Wang Ping's back in front of her in a daze, at this moment, this back was eternally remembered in her heart, Qingyi's eyes rose with a strong tenderness, and she simply dispersed her cultivation, and looked at the middle-aged man in the room with the same calm.

The middle-aged man glanced at Wang Ping meaningfully, with a strange glint in his eyes, this glance seemed to be able to see through Wang Ping.

The reason why his divine consciousness came to this place just now was precisely because when his divine consciousness swept away, all mortals were unconscious, all because his cultivation was too strong, especially because it also contained thunder power, so that the sweep of his divine consciousness was like heaven and earth.

However, only the mortal in front of him was not only not unconscious, but also looked as if he was not aware of his own divine consciousness at all. In this way, his interest was aroused, and his divine consciousness locked here!

He said slowly, "Interesting! No wonder you don't fall into a coma, I see."

At the moment when the middle-aged man stepped into the room, in Qishui City, thousands of miles away, Wang Lin, who was originally sitting calmly on a chair and taking a sip of the wine jug, raised his head suddenly, and the wine jug on his right hand shattered and collapsed, together with the wine in it, in an instant, all of them directly disintegrated, and there was nothing left.

When Wang Lin raised his head, his eyes burst out with a cold glow that he had never had in more than 70 years, this time, it was even more terrifying than when he was in the restaurant, several times, like the difference between heaven and earth, it could not be compared at all!