Lingyu First Bank

Watching Bai Bing walk past all the stalls, he walked out of the fork with a disappointed expression.

Wang Yuan sighed.

Bai Bing raised his head and glanced at Wang Yuan, but he didn't recognize him. Just as he was about to shift his gaze away, the cultivator opposite slowly raised his hand, holding a jade pendant in his hand.

Bai Bing was stunned.

The two monks, who had never met before, were less than three meters away from each other. They just stood in a daze on the street, and everyone around them walked around them.It doesn't matter if you don't go around, Wang Yuan's spiritual power pushes away everyone who wants to pass by.

Bai Bing walked towards Wang Yuan slowly, her eyes never leaving the jade pendant in Wang Yuan's hand.

Slowly, slowly, I wonder if she wants to escape?Walking very slowly.

But no matter how far the road is, there is an end, not to mention that this road is only three meters away.

Bai Bing slowly stretched out his hand, took the jade pendant, and could confirm that it was his jade pendant with just one glance.

Bai Bing pressed the jade pendant to her face, she couldn't stop her tears, she howled and cried, she didn't care that she was on the street, and she didn't want to ask the other party why he had this jade pendant.

At this moment, she just wanted to cry.

In the area of ​​Wang Yuan's spiritual power, he took Bai Bing out of the city and flew to a secluded place.

After waiting for half an hour, Bai Bing gradually changed from crying bitterly to sobbing.

After waiting for a while, Bai Bing raised his head and asked Wang Yuan, "Where is he?"

Wang Yuan shook his head, and told Bai Bing everything he knew. As for Shui Cheng's body, it had been destroyed by four villains long ago.

Bai Bing calmed down his emotions: "Since you told me this and sent me a jade pendant, you must have a plan. Tell me, I can do it."

Wang Yuan was stunned for a moment: "You believe me now? Didn't you think that your Taoist companion was killed by me?"

Bai Bing shook his head: "So what if you killed it? I can't beat you. However, I believe you didn't kill it. It's just a feeling, there is no reason."

Wang Yuan nodded, and took out the piece of black pine iron ore: "This is the relic of your Taoist companion, have you seen it?"

Bai Bing heard that it was a relic of his Taoist companion. He looked up, but he didn't expect it to be such an ordinary ore.

She thought about it carefully for a while: "Before Shuicheng left home, he bought a batch of ore. He heard that the price of the ore in the capital is relatively good, so he made this trip. I don't know if this piece was bought at that time. ? If it wasn't for the rush for me to advance to the middle stage of Jindan, he wouldn't have come so far." Bai Bing sobbed again.

"Can you remember where he bought this batch of ore?" Wang Yuan asked carefully.

Bai Bing nodded and said: "Shuicheng has never done this kind of business before, and this time the purchases are all wholesale from our shop that specializes in ore."

"Can you take me to find it?" Wang Yuan was a little excited.

Bai Bing nodded again: "It's time for me to go home, and it's time for Shui Cheng to go home too." She put the two jade pendants together and burst into tears again.

Wang Yuan sighed again, sacrificed the dragon boat, invited Bai Bing in, asked Ming's location, and flew all the way, his destination was Qiumei, a small town in Luo County, Xihe Prefecture, Yuguan Province.

The name is beautiful, but the people on the road are very sad.

The journey was really not close, and it took more than 20 days for Wang Yuan to reach his destination.

When Wang Yuan got off the flying boat and saw this small town for the first time, he couldn't help admiring.

This is a quiet and beautiful small town. The houses in the city look like houses, filled with a kind of tree with half red and half yellow leaves, which looks like the beauty of autumn from a distance, no wonder it is called autumn beauty.

Baibing and Shuicheng who choose to live here must be people who appreciate beauty, right?Has their love ever been full of romance and expectation like this quiet and beautiful town?
Why does the evil in this world always invade the beauty in the world?Could it be that the purpose of evil is to prevent beauty from spreading?Why is their destruction and destruction tolerable to heaven and earth?Is perfection the most unacceptable thing in this world?Or is the will of heaven and earth going to destroy all extreme things?

Wang Yuan's skill of concealing heaven dissipated unconsciously, and his Nascent Soul cultivator completely let go. Bai Bing, who got off the flying boat, looked at Wang Yuan in astonishment, and only then did he know that Wang Yuan was actually a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Then, he saw a scene that horrified her even more.

Wang Yuan's body slowly rose into the sky, his long hair fluttering, standing between the sky and the earth, like a god.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth came towards Wang Yuan like a tornado, and entered his body. His body was like a vacuum cleaner with infinite space. The spiritual energy surged more and more violently, and finally even formed liquid droplets, which were visible to the naked eye.

High in the sky, thunder and lightning flashed, as if the world was burning.

Suddenly, a golden thunderbolt as thick as a bucket struck Wang Yuan, and Wang Yuan was instantly drowned in the sea of ​​thunder. In the sea of ​​thunder, Wang Yuan's robes had long been destroyed. He was naked and accepted the baptism of thunder and lightning.

The wounds opened and healed.

The huge waves in Wang Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness have reached the boundary of the sea of ​​consciousness, and the sea of ​​consciousness is also intertwined with lightning.

In the far south Yu State, Liao Linglong was talking with a client when he suddenly stood up and hugged his head in pain.

Yao Qi who was with him turned pale with shock, stepped forward and hugged him and shouted: "Ling Long, Ling Long, what's wrong with you?"

Liao Linglong couldn't answer, and kept shaking his head. In his sea of ​​consciousness, a storm was forming, and thunder and lightning were roaring.

Liao Linglong forced himself to sit on the ground, and retracted all his mind into the sea of ​​consciousness. At this moment, the waterfall, which had been cut off for a long time, poured a huge amount of consciousness into his sea of ​​consciousness like a flood that opened its gates. A small divine body is slowly taking shape...

In the Xianyu Empire, the avatar who was presiding over the meeting suddenly stood up and ran to the underground vault, while Minghuntian arranged a powerful restriction.

On Wang Yuan's side, the eyes of the divine body in Wang Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness opened wide, and the emperor beads between his brows continuously released the mysterious and yellow energy, which was then absorbed by the divine body.

Wang Yuan's Nascent Soul continued to grow, from a baby to a teenager, and then slowly to a youth.

After nine golden thunders, there are nine black thunders, then silver thunders, green thunders, red thunders, yellow thunders, cyan thunders, purple thunders, and finally nine transparent thunders and lightnings, only distorted shadows can be seen in the sky , but can't see the shape of Lei.

Wang Yuan's Nascent Soul also changed with the color of the lightning, and finally disappeared like a transparent lightning.

The whole process took six hours.

All the residents of Qiumei Town flew into the sky and watched from a distance. They didn't know what happened, but with such mighty power, none of them dared to go over and check.

As for Bai Bing below Wang Yuan, she only saw a cloud of mist rolling over her head amidst the thunder and lightning, but she didn't know what was in the mist?Where is Wang Yuan?Is it still alive?Neither did he.

Six hours later, the thunder and lightning disappeared, the vortex of spiritual power disappeared, and only a cloud of mist was still rolling.

Wang Yuan in the mist gently opened his eyes, looked down, his thoughts moved slightly, and he put on clothes, but his clothes were not dharma robes, but spiritual power condensed into substance.

After the fog cleared, Wang Yuan looked at the small town of Qiumei in the distance, and pointed out, "Since we are so destined, then I will take you away."

People in small towns don't feel anything.

But in Lingyu, which was originally called Qiumei City, a large lake with a diameter of [-] miles has formed, and the lake is [-] meters deep.And the Qiumei city, which was famous for its scenery, disappeared inexplicably like this, becoming an unsolvable mystery of Daqin.