The next day, in the early morning, the sun shone down, shining like broken gold, illuminating the entire meteorite continent where Beihua Immortal Mansion was located, and the continent was filled with vitality.
Wang Teng recovered from his practice, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air from his mouth, like an air arrow, three or four meters long, with a faint smell of richness.
In Wang Teng's deep pupils, there was a faint black light, which flashed away. Yesterday's battle made him clearly understand the power of the powerful gods, and it also had a great inspiration for him.
Now the divine power in his body is surging, and it seems vaguely more energetic than yesterday, like rivers and seas.
In the vastness, bursts of dragons and tigers roared.
Wang Teng found that the barriers that originally blocked the thirty-sixth level of the quasi-god realm were loosened a little. "The thirty-sixth level of the quasi-god realm..." Wang Teng murmured, this was the realm he longed for.
, after he steps into it, he will be only one step away from the true divine realm. At that time, he will be able to truly step into the pinnacle of the universe.
At this level, the real fish leaps over the dragon gate and into the sea.
Wang Teng's heart was filled with enthusiasm and some expectation.
Without thinking too much, he exhaled and suppressed these things. Wang Teng just walked off the bed and stared at his simple room. Wang Teng smiled hoarsely. He who often practiced hard had forgotten that he was staying in the room.
What does it feel like.
After all, in the past, when cultivating, I would just find a random place and sit there for several months.
This room was arranged for him not long after he entered Beihua Immortal Mansion and when he first became a golden disciple.
Naturally, Wang Teng had no attachment to this place. He closed the door, straightened his clothes, and strode outside Beihua Immortal Mansion.
Now that dawn is breaking, the early morning dew is hanging on some flowers, plants and trees, shining with crystal luster, like pearls, slightly gorgeous.
The cool air penetrates into the nose, making people feel refreshed.
Wang Teng walked along the stairs of Beihua Immortal Mansion, walking lightly. For his life, perhaps Beihua Immortal Mansion was just a stop.
Now that he is here, his success is complete, it is time to start the next phase of his life.
Although there is attachment, there is nothing we can do about it, this is life.
"Are you leaving?" Just when Wang Teng was about to finish walking up the stairs and was about to take off into the sky and enter the starry sky, a woman's slightly complicated voice sounded behind him.
Wang Teng paused slightly and tilted his head slightly, without looking, but he knew who was speaking.
The mountain breeze blew by, and the clouds and mist surrounding the trees slowly dissipated. Not far from the stairs, on a bluestone covered with auspicious grass, stood a slim and graceful figure, wearing a blue dress, with a full hand.
A purple belt was tied around her slender waist, slowly fluttering in the wind, making the woman
, the originally beautiful figure added a touch of touching charm. Like a pool of beautiful eyes cast by spring water, staring at the tall and slightly broad back on the stairs not far away, Yan Wushuang's blowing face
It can be broken, like a pretty face made of mutton-fat jade, with a little bit of resentment emerging, and the fragrant teeth of white jade, gently
She was biting her bright red lips, and her delicate brows also showed a touch of sadness that made people love her.
This is a scene like a picture scroll.
The man has a majestic figure and a resolute face, and is about to travel far.
The woman was extremely beautiful and reluctant to leave. When the wind blew by, she seemed to be carrying a little nostalgia and tenderness. "I'm going to find my family..." I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like a short moment.
It seemed like thousands of years had passed. The man turned his head and stared into the distance, making his tall and straight figure look even more heroic and graceful.
A man's voice sounded slightly sad.
Since entering Beihua Immortal Mansion, he and Yan Wushuang have experienced a lot.
From an accidental encounter, to today's closest friend.
But now Wang Teng is indeed leaving. Although he knows that Yan Wushuang has a little affection for him, he understands even more that it is unlikely that he will be with her.
He has a family and a son, so it is impossible to show mercy outside. Moreover, his future path is also full of unknowns. Just speaking of the ultimate deity, it is a formidable enemy that is pressing on him like a mountain. Whether he can defeat it depends on
He tried hard, but he didn’t understand what would happen to him as a destroyer of the world, so he couldn’t
You can let others in again.
His current state is enough.
"Go ahead, I hope you will have smooth sailing and everything will go as planned." Raindrops fell from the clouds. No one knew whether they were dewdrops or heartbroken tears.
The woman's slightly firm voice sounded.
It seems that he has figured it out and knows that trying to stay has no effect.
The woman's voice was strong, but also had a touch of sadness. "You live a good life, I hope you can take more care of yourself." Wang Teng left a sentence softly, floating behind him like the wind, and then his body moved like a head.
The dragon is like a sea, soaring into the starry sky, and then turns into a black lightning, leaving here,
Only a brilliant black tail light was left. At first glance, it looked like a black meteorite cutting through the starry sky, dissipating in the starry sky with a little light mist.
Are some feelings like that smoke, also completely extinguished?
Perhaps, it shouldn't exist in the first place.
The mountain wind was still blowing gently, and everything was quiet at the mountain gate, leaving only a hazy figure of a woman standing there, slightly lonely.
If it wasn't too touching, everything would be pretty bland.
Everyone has his own life.
Maybe two people will meet at a certain stage, but they are destined not to be the same person, and then they will still diverge.
Yan Wushuang pursed her red lips gently and said nothing.
Thousands of words cannot be expressed in my heart.
A silent farewell is always better than being involved. After a few minutes, Yan Wushuang stopped feeling sore in her nose and gently raised some of her chest. She seemed to be much calmer, and her beautiful eyes were still a little misty.
Looking at the vast starry sky in the distance, you can still imitate the handsome figure of the young man there.
Seen vaguely.
All Yan Wushuang's emotions could only be turned into blessings.
I hope Wang Teng will have smooth sailing in the future.
This is her greatest wish.
Tomorrow the sun will still rise as usual.
She has to walk the rest of the way by herself.
She believed that she would not completely cut off from Wang Teng. In the days to come, she might hear about the many deeds of this young man who was famous in the universe.
This may be considered a kind of comfort to her.
…"He's gone." Not far from the mountain gate, on the pavilion of a building, a middle-aged man clasped his hands behind his back, stared at the stars, and couldn't help but sigh.
