Heavenly practice

The silver-haired man in a white robe floated on Wangqing Lake, with a gloomy expression bearing countless thunderbolts in the air, but there was no damage at all, except that his hair and skirt were messy.

Shen Zhuo was startled, he still underestimated this man.

"Walk."

He took the opportunity to turn around and step towards the temple, but something grabbed his wrist. He looked down, and at some point a white line composed of spiritual power appeared on his wrist.

He looked back, the other end of the line was connected to the man in the thunder tribulation, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of the man's mouth, looking at him with heavy eyes.

Shen Zhuo's heart ached violently.

Even if Lei Jie couldn't do anything to him, he was not allowed to use his spiritual power anymore, but the other party did not hesitate to seriously injure himself for such a line.

He stood in front of the temple and looked at the people in the thunder disaster, thousands of thoughts came to his mind.

Ten years ago, they led this thread to the Nine Layers Palace. He was secretly happy, but he didn't feel deeply rooted in love. Ten years later, they led this thread again, but they were fighting on the Wangqing Lake.

Lake of Forgetfulness, really ironic.

He let go of the puller, raised his hand and cut off the white line, then turned and walked towards the temple.

Thinking of it with a sly smile, the voice of the demon lord sounded in his mind again, [Be careful, he can summon you once, and he can summon you a second time. ]

Shen Zhuo's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly sent the comatose Long Xiang, who was still accepting the inheritance, to Yun Yun on the shore through the void, and then quickly formed a seal, opening the door of time and space.

The huge temple disappeared quietly, and a vortex with a size of one inch appeared in the void, distorting the surrounding time and space. Shen Zhuo grabbed the lead machine and was about to jump forward, but was suddenly held back by something.

"Big!" The fearful voice rang out.

Shen Zhuo turned his head abruptly, and took a step forward involuntarily.

Before the thunder calamity disappeared, countless lightning bolts surged above his head like a dragon and snake, but another void gate appeared on it, and Chang Ming looked at him indifferently.

"The scourge of the gods destroys the entire family, and the loneliness of ten thousand years. I will let you taste it one by one. No one can control my fate. If the law of heaven can't, you can't either."

Shen Zhuo's face turned pale, he guessed what it was, and the reluctance in his heart was instantly covered by fear and anger, and he desperately urged Shenyuan to rush towards the door.

"You can try!"

After he slammed down these words viciously, he immediately turned around and grabbed the puller, turned around and stepped into the vortex, completely disappearing on the lake.

Lei Jie disappeared suddenly, and Chang Ming stood quietly on the lake, the Void Gate that appeared above his head collapsed little by little, disappearing into thin air.

He looked indifferently at the place where Shen Zhuo disappeared, without moving for a long time, and the people on the shore watching all this were silent together, without making a sound for a long time.

Xuanyu let go of her nerves, turned around and closed her eyes.

Chang Ming stood motionless on the vast, calm lake, then suddenly opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and the next moment he fell into the lake.

"Your honor!"

Xuanyu yelled and rushed over quickly, but Changming's figure was no longer in sight.

At the bottom of Wangqing Lake, in the deepest place, a silver-haired man stood quietly floating there. His long silver hair surrounded his handsome and indifferent face. His deep purple eyes were like an endless sea of ​​stars, weird and beautiful, like a man who had lost his strength. The lonely god seems to be sleeping at the bottom of this lake forever.

Feng Qingli on the shore watched all this quietly, and suddenly said, "It is rumored that Wangqing Lake is formed by the accumulation of tears of lovers in the world."

"Actually, there are only three pairs..."

Lin Xieyang did not know when he appeared behind them, and said with a slight smile, "The two just now are the third pair."

Feng Qingli looked at him, and suddenly bowed down, "I don't know where you want to go from now on?"

"Looking for someone."

There was a soft light in Lin Xieyang's eyes, "I haven't found her yet."

Yun Yun turned to look at this person, "Who are you looking for?"

"A person like Shen Zhuozhi to the demigod Changming."

Lin Xieyang raised his hand and shot a beam of light into Bai Ruying's body, "It's a crime to be pregnant, and I will help you in time."

Bai Ruying was very grateful, "Thank you senior!"

"What if you can't find it?" Yun Yun continued to ask.

"Then it will disappear." Lin Xieyang replied lightly.

Yun Yun's eyes dimmed, but he heard the other party say again, "I'm talking about my spiritual body."

Yun Yun was dumbfounded, "How long have you been looking for it?"

"Ten generations have passed."

"..."

As soon as the words fell, there was no trace of that person in front of his eyes.

Yun Yun suddenly remembered something, his face changed, and he looked at Feng Qingli, "He is—"

Feng Qingli nodded.

Yun Yun was dumbfounded again, it was really that person, if so, there would be an explanation for all this.

She looked down at the comatose and seriously injured Long Xiang, her eyes became serious again, he didn't want to believe that Shen Zhuo died back then, but now that Shen Zhuo has left, I'm afraid he is even more unwilling to give up.

"The door that the demigod Changming opened just now is named Tianwu." Xu suddenly said.

Cloud looked over hesitantly.

The corner of his mouth curled up, "Only a demigod can open it and summon a god. Presumably this will allow him to cultivate to the demigod state unswervingly."

"Thank you."

Yun Yun thanked him very sincerely, this thought could at least keep Long Xiang safe for tens of thousands of years, maybe he would have forgotten about Shen Zhuo by then.

Thinking of this, she suddenly thought of Chang Ming again, how long will it take for that man to forget Shen Zhuo?

The frozen Yangluo came back to life, but the monks who watched were vague about the process, and when they looked at the Wangqing Lake, there was no one there.

"What the hell happened?"

"What about the inheritance of the Emperor Huang?"

"I seem to have seen Lord Demigod..."

"Yangluo's enchantment has opened again!"

"Come on!"

A group of people scattered like birds and beasts, Feng Qingli suddenly glanced at the void, and threatened lightly, "Get out."

The void distorted for a while, and a cloud of demonic energy shook in protest, before disappearing.

Feng Qingli looked at Wangqing Lake, which had returned to calm, with his hands behind his back. He only felt that everything that happened was like a dream. He once thought that only the Huangdi of his Yangluo clan would be trapped by love, and finally become enlightened by forgetting love. Now it seems that it is extremely wrong.

The reincarnation of ten generations can't be forgotten, so how can the word "becoming immortal" be forgotten?

There is no need to feel guilty, after all, even the demigod who came out of the sea of ​​stars is deeply involved in it without knowing it, even more daring than Huangdi, and it is really absurd to think of the incarnation of heaven.

However, everything is over.

Is it really over?

Shen Zhuo looked at the room he had tidied up, the notebook covered with dust on the table, and the wooden floor under his feet, he felt that he was in a dream, surrounded by a strong sense of unreality.

He even pinches himself, which hurts, but not very much.

He stared blankly at everything familiar in the room, and walked up to the full-length mirror in the room. The familiar face, the familiar short hair, no longer had the perfect effect of adding a beauty filter, it was exactly the same as before.

Except for the silver-gray robe on his body.

It's true, with all of that, Shen Zhuo suddenly felt his eyes astringent, but there was nothing unusual about it.

Suddenly there was a broken voice behind him, and a trembling voice sounded, "Son...son?"

Shen Zhuo turned around and looked at the middle-aged woman in front of the door, his eyes turned red.

"mom……"

"..."

The woman rushed forward and hugged him, with tears streaming down her face, she called him tremblingly and hoarsely, "Son, my son, where have you been! You dead child, you want to kill mother! Xiao Zhuo, My little burn--"

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm back..."

Shen Zhuo's tears flowed down, and those suppressed emotions burst out in an instant, complicated and complicated, and finally turned into tears.

He hugged his mother tightly, his heart ached like something was clenched, the next moment his eyes suddenly went dark, he heard his mother crying his name, anxious in his heart, wanted to tell her that he was fine, but Slowly fell into the darkness.