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 that flashed away.
Yesterday's battle made him clearly aware of 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 he seems to be more energetic than yesterday.
Like rivers and seas, there are waves of dragons roaring and tigers roaring.
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 is the realm he longs for. After he steps into it, he will be only one step away from the true god realm. By then, he will be able to truly
Entering the highest level of the universe, truly leaping over the dragon gate and jumping 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.
"you are 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 surrounded by auspicious grass, stands a slim and graceful figure, wearing a blue dress, with a slender waist tied with a purple belt, slowly drifting with the wind.
The fluttering of the hair gave the woman's already pure and beautiful figure an even more touching charm.
Like a pool of beautiful eyes made of spring water, staring at the tall and slightly broad back on the stairs not far away, Yan Wushuang's pretty face, which can be broken by a blow, like a face made of mutton-fat jade, has a little bit of expression.
The resentful, white jade teeth gently bite the bright red lips, and the delicate eyebrows also reveal a touch of sadness that makes people love and pity 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 is extremely beautiful, reluctant to part with her, and the wind blows by, seeming to carry a little nostalgia and tenderness.
"I'm going to find my family..." I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a short moment, or it seemed like thousands of years had passed. The man turned his head and stared into the distance.
His figure looked more heroic, and the man's slightly sad voice came from the wind.
Since entering Beihua Immortal Mansion, he and Yan Wushuang have experienced a lot.
From an accidental encounter, we have become our closest friends.
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 Heavenly Lord, it is a formidable enemy that is pressing on him like a mountain. Whether he can defeat it requires hard work, and he does not know what will happen to him as the Destroyer of the World in the future.
, so it is impossible for him to let others in again.
His current state is enough.
"You go ahead, I hope everything goes smoothly for you."
Little drops of rain fall from the clouds, no one knows whether they are 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 tinged with sadness.
"You live a good life and I hope you can take more care of yourself."
Wang Teng left a word softly, and like the wind, it floated behind him, and then his body moved, like a dragon in the sea, soaring into the starry sky, and then turned into a black lightning, leaving here, leaving only a gorgeous
The black tail light, at first glance, looks like a black meteorite, cutting through the starry sky, carrying a little light mist, and dissipating in the starry sky.
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 only 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, seeming to be much calmer. Her beautiful eyes were still a little misty, looking at the vast starry sky in the distance, where the young people were standing tall.
His figure can still be 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.
The sun will still rise tomorrow.
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 stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the starry sky, and couldn't help but sigh.
