Silent, listening to the words of the old man in green clothes, Feng Lao's originally vigorous murderous aura suddenly stagnated. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She is just a fifth-fold cultivator of the Yuan Infant, although she is enough to dominate in the entire Northern Regions, how can she shake the existence of the entire Southern Regions, and even the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm?

However, Feng Lao's ravine-lined face was full of unwillingness, looking at Su Yingxue, who was a little pale, his face was full of helpless sighs.

"She can't do it, what about the old decay? Is your Heavenly Holy Son the opponent of the old decay?" At this moment, a somewhat ethereal old voice suddenly echoed in this void.

Suddenly hearing this, a touch of surprise suddenly flashed on Feng Lao's somewhat helpless face, and his originally tense body suddenly relaxed.

However, unlike Feng Lao, the old man in Tsing Yi, who was originally calm and silent, suddenly flashed a gleam in his eyes, with a hint of disbelief on his face: "Old man!"

As if torn apart by an invisible giant palm, with this ethereal sound falling to the ground, the entire void suddenly cracked a terrifying crack, and there, a gray but extremely eternic sound and shadow was slowly stepping out.

Wherever he passed, the entire void became extremely distorted as if it could not withstand the old man's steps, as if it was about to collapse, and a mysterious coercion continued to spread and envelop the entire top of the Qingfeng Pavilion.

This person is the old man on the shore of the North Sea, who is reincarnated once every fifty years: the old man of the ferry!

"Old man, five hundred years ago, you understood me in class, could it be that five hundred years later, you will be trapped in the entire immortal cultivation realm in a place of calamity?" Looking at the ferry boat that suddenly appeared in the void, the face of the old Weng Tiansheng Zi changed slightly.

The old man of the ferry boat didn't speak, just stepped into the void, and when he stepped out, he appeared next to the old man. Then he gently bowed to Su Yingxue, and then said to the Holy Son of that day: "The Wa Emperor clan is the remnants of heaven and earth, even if the Manchus are all destroyed, they can't wash away the sins owed to this heaven and earth, how dare I, the Wa Emperor family, fall into this heaven and earth in calamity?"

"Then why are you stopping me? You know, the Southern Regions have changed. That thing is about to be born between heaven and earth, if the princess of your clan is in this northern region, it will definitely 、、、 don't you know the harm in this?" At this moment, the Heavenly Saint Son's face was unprecedentedly serious, although he did not say it directly, but he knew that the old man of the ferry must clearly know what he was going to say.

"Maybe!" Hearing this, the old man of the ferry boat obviously hesitated, but soon his eyes returned to that cloudy and gloomy color: "Even so, the Wahuang clan has already sacrificed too much, so let me wait for the clan to be selfish this time." If heaven and earth want to blame, then let the old man bear it!"

"Old man, 、、、 you" The old man in Tsing Yi Tianshengzi frowned, and a trace of fluctuation flashed in his eyes like stars and sun and moon.

If he were an ordinary person, he would definitely not say anything, but how could this old man be an ordinary person? Although he was already in the realm of breaking the gods, compared to this old man, he was like a babbling child, if this old man really wanted to interfere. In the entire immortal cultivation world, how many people can stop him?

Silent. Silence, above the peak of the entire Qingfeng Pavilion, at this moment, a dull and oppressive atmosphere seemed to make the entire void become extremely depressed.

For a long time, the Holy Son sighed deeply that day, he looked deeply at Su Yingxue, who had never said a word because of his appearance, and looked at the beautiful but slightly pale face of the city, and then bent down slightly and bowed deeply to her: "Princess." The fate of the common people is all in your thoughts, and the Heavenly Holy Son implores you to think about the common people in this world!"

Su Yingxue was shocked, a touch of bitter helplessness flashed on her delicate face, she didn't answer the words of the Holy Son that day, but at this moment, no one knows. This Su Yingxue's heart is constantly struggling at the moment.

Looking at this scene, a trace of anger flashed on the face of the old Feng ravine, and he looked at the Holy Son that day and said angrily: "Cangsheng! It's Cangsheng again, isn't it enough for the sake of this world?

Speaking of which, I don't know when, this Feng Lao's somewhat cloudy eyes were already red, and the ravine-like face became a little moist at this moment.

The old man of the ferry sighed lightly, with a complicated look of lament on his face, and he quietly looked at Su Yingxue, and his eyes also became slightly red: "Maybe the old man has reached the time of reincarnation, but the princess, the old man respects your choice, heaven and earth, the common people, our Wa Emperor family has already paid too much!"

Su Yingxue didn't speak, just walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, looking at the huge Qingfeng Pavilion sect at her feet, as if she wanted to see through the forbidden light curtain.

The wind blew up the three thousand snow and silver silks, and instigated the white flowing clouds and flying sleeves, at this moment, not only the Holy Son that day, but also the old man of the Feng and the old man of the ferry all clearly wiped and sensed a trace of inexplicable sadness slowly spreading around Su Yingxue's body.

Feeling that inexplicable sadness, Feng Lao's ravine-lined face was stunned for a moment, and then a helpless heartache suddenly rose, but the old man on the ferry sighed lightly, but this light sigh was also with a trace of helplessness.

"Promise me to let her grow up safely!" Su Yingxue didn't turn around, but gently stretched out her pair of white and flawless wrists and caressed her soft and boneless lower abdomen, as if talking to herself.

Hearing this, the Heavenly Saint Son's heart that was a little apprehensive finally relaxed, he knew that at this moment, Su Yingxue had already made a decision, just like the princess of Wahuang five hundred years ago, after all, they still made the decision they should make for the sake of the common people in this world.

"Okay!" The Heavenly Saint Son knew what Su Yingxue was talking about: "I will treat you as I did five hundred years ago, and seal it until the moment she should be born!"

"Princess, 、、、" Feng Lao opened his mouth to stop Su Yingxue, but at this moment, she didn't know what to say.

Five hundred years ago, she sent her mother away with her own hands, and five hundred years later, she still wants to send her to the land of no return, and the feeling of helplessness but nothing can be done makes her helpless and desperate.

The old man didn't speak, but at this moment, his already rickety body seemed to be getting a little older, and a faint death aura was so abrupt that it was wrapped around him.

He sighed softly, didn't say anything, just stepped out and disappeared from the void, no one knew where the old man would go, only he knew that he would not come back to this place.

It's just because, from today onwards, this Qingfeng Pavilion is no longer worth missing anything for him. (To be continued.) )