Although it was the height of spring, the sight was still desolate. Two black crows stood on the top of a lonely ancient tree, chirping from time to time, and the sound spread throughout the area for more than ten miles, making the place look even colder.
This is a bitterly cold place, inaccessible to people, and even ferocious beasts and monsters are hard to spot.
Not far from the ancient tree, a beautiful figure stood alone, standing on the edge of the cliff, looking at the opposite scenery and meditating, looking a little lonely.
The woman was less than twenty years old. She was wearing a snow-like long skirt, with delicate laces wrapping around her waist elegantly. Her hair was like ink, draped on her weak and boneless shoulders, fluttering slightly in the wind. If she didn't care about her surroundings,
The environment is like a beautiful picture of a banished immortal coming to the world.
And she is the proud daughter of heaven who was swallowed up by the turbulent flow of space in the teleportation tunnel - Murong Wan!
Today, Murong Wan's temperament has changed a lot compared to half a year ago, that is: cold.
There is a clear difference between this kind of coldness and Lengyan. The latter is unconcerned with worldly things and keeps people away from others. But her kind of coldness is indifferent to everything, as if she no longer has much attachment to this world.
However, the true energy fluctuations in her body are as surging as the sea. Every time she breathes in, the surrounding heaven and earth energy is like rolling up countless small whirlpools. This kind of strength has already surpassed the middle stage of Tianji Realm, and she doesn't know how short it has been.
How did she do it in just half a year?
However, at this moment, her face no longer looked as indifferent as before, as if a worldly fairy was tired of the mortal world, and a cloud of sadness shrouded her exquisite and exquisite face.
Thinking of her experiences during this period, even though her mind was as firm as hers, she couldn't help but fall into confusion.
On the way to the Shenyuan Domain, there was an accident in the transmission channel. She stepped forward and saved many talented people regardless of her life safety. After that, she was swallowed by the turbulent flow of space.
Maybe Leng Yan was right, Murong Wan was a person with great luck, and she managed to escape with her life and was transported to the far north.
If we really want to say that in addition to luck, the defense treasure "Qianye Xuanyu Armor" obtained in the Mang Fist Sect a few years ago also played a major role in saving her life. You know, on the day she came, even the big man who rescued her came back.
Strong men are jealous of this precious armor.
When she woke up, she found that her injuries had long been healed, but she had somehow become the saint of a hidden family. Speaking of which, the saint had a high status in the family. Except for the ancestors, the head of the family and a few other people, no one
Dare to point fingers in front of her.
Moreover, she also knew that this family has an ancient and long heritage and is extremely powerful. There are many people in the family who have cultivated in the Tianji Realm, and there are also many powerful people in the Void Realm. The ancestor who rarely shows up is even more terrifying.
.If her inference is correct, it should be a powerful person who has advanced to the immortal realm.
Ordinary people would be overjoyed to be able to obtain the status of a saint within such a force. But when Murong Wan learned that this hidden family was a vassal of the God Clan, the only thing left in her heart was shock and even fear.
As for what kind of ethnic group the God Clan is, she doesn't know much. She only knows that it is related to the world-destroying war in ancient times. However, this hidden family not only cannot give her a sense of belonging, but also wants to escape from this place all the time.
In fact, she has put this idea into action several times, but she has never escaped successfully. She was "invited" back by the powerful people in the clan. In her memory, the time she escaped the farthest was also
Just less than two thousand miles.
From then on, she gave up the idea of escaping because her ancestor had already warned that if there was another time, they would send powerful men to sneak into Luoyuan Domain and destroy her master, Tingyu Pavilion.
"Why!"
A faint sigh sounded, Murong Wan turned around and walked towards a low building not far away with a look of helplessness.
After burning the incense, she had returned to the place where she had lived for the past six months. Watching the many warriors with strong auras working tirelessly to practice, she also had deep doubts.
As far as she knows, this family with the surname Tuoba has not been born for nearly ten thousand years. Since the ancient war, the ancestors of the Tuoba family have fallen. Over the past thousands of years, the number of people in the family has withered. There are many talented people in the family, but there has never been one.
There have been unparalleled monsters.
It wasn't until the birth of the patriarch's only son Tuoba Fuxing more than twenty years ago that this reclusive family saw hope.
However, this family has been hiding from the world for so many years, and they are still practicing day and night. What is their purpose?
"Saint!"
"Saint!"
When she returned to this place, many people nodded and said hello to her. Murong Wan turned a blind eye and continued walking towards her residence with light steps.
"Wan'er, did you go out to relax again?"
Suddenly, a person appeared in front of him. He was a young man holding a folding fan. He was dressed in white. He was very handsome, suave, and looked like a rich man.
If Zhong Zihao and others who had been to the Forbidden Land were here, they would definitely be so shocked that their eyes would drop. Isn't this Mo Yuchen, the "handsome young man with a smile but no face" widely rumored by the outside world? How could he appear here?
However, Murong Wan obviously didn't know anything about this. She only knew that this man was the unrivaled genius of the Tuoba family and the hope of their family for thousands of years. He was Tuoba Fuxing, a cultivator of the fifth level of Tianji Realm.
for.
What's more, based on her observations over the past six months, the entire Tuoba family has always lived here and never goes out. Only this Tuoba Fuxing rarely stays in the clan. Moreover, most of the people in the clan have ordinary looks, even
It can be said that it is a bit ugly, but the young man in front of him is completely different from others.
"How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to call me Wan'er!"
Murong Wan's cultivation level is much higher than that of Tuoba Fuxing, so she is not afraid of him. On the contrary, there is still an indescribable feeling of disgust. I don't know when this disgust appeared. In short, every time I see this person in front of me
, there will be an unknown anger in her heart.
"Haha, Wan'er, you don't have to be like this. You see, I have always been very polite to you. I have never offended you. Why do I always feel that you hate me so much?" Tuoba Fuxing didn't take it seriously and looked gentle.
asked.
"Go away, I don't need to explain to you!" Murong Wan turned her head, and a bone-chilling chill emanated, as if Tuoba Fuxing would take action if Tuoba Fuxing continued to harass her.
"Okay, okay, I'll just listen to you."
Tuoba Fuxing shook his head and smiled bitterly. This girl who was brought back was very fond of him. From the first moment he saw her, he was attracted by her otherworldly temperament and peerless appearance. The only thing that puzzled him was
, the two parties have obviously never met before, how can she be so hostile to him?
"However, I am not here to pester our saint this time. It was my ancestor who asked me to take you to see his old man." Tuoba Fuxing continued after seeing Murong Wan regain his momentum.
"Ancestor?" Murong Wan was shocked when he heard this and frowned slightly, "Why is he seeing me?"
"How do I know? Let's go, we will know after we see him." Tuoba Fuxing put away the folding fan and spread his hands with a helpless expression on his face.
However, no one saw that a cunning look flashed in the depths of his seemingly gentle eyes.