The reborn master does not die

It took a while for the onlookers to recover from their deep shock, and the crowd immediately exploded.

"He, he actually killed, killed..."

"One trick, only one trick, this is really terrible!"

"Who the hell is he?" Everyone was discussing, guessing the origin of this mysterious young man.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and chase me!" The leader of the guard at Guidu Bridge hurriedly gave orders, daring to kill their brother Zhu Yuancheng, he was so daring, even if he dug three feet into the ground, he must find this man .

Lin Yifeng was still very nervous when he concealed his injury at the beginning, because he was afraid that his apprentice would notice that he was injured, so he proposed not to return to Lingyun for the time being, but to find a place to retreat to recover his spiritual power, so as to stabilize the other party. Let yourself go smoothly.Injury is almost equal to infection. He knows very well that he can't stay any longer, and staying by his apprentice's side will undoubtedly become a time bomb. Once he loses his mind and does something that hurts the other party, he will definitely regret it.

He clearly understands the difference between reality and fiction, and knows that he may not be lucky every time, and will be blessed by God. In reality, he must think more about himself and his apprentices instead of taking chances. Reluctant, even knowing how painful his departure would make his apprentice, he still had to make this decisive choice resolutely.

After confirming that Shen Zerong had retreated, he left secretly, and embarked on the road of escape again, but this time was completely different from the last time, he could not be found by his disciples again, lest he be harmed, he might die halfway. On the way, no one knew when the virus would break out, but Lin Yifeng had already noticed that the spiritual power in his body was gradually getting out of control. He was indeed infected, and it was right for him to leave.

Now he needs to find a place that his apprentice can't find, or temporarily can't find. He walks westward with his sword, and after ten days, he appears on the edge of Xihe Kingdom. On the opposite side of the wide river that also appeared in the river is the dangerous and treacherous Abyss of Exile.

In just ten days, the loss of control of his spiritual power was gradually worsening. The icy spiritual energy continued to spill out, forming a thin layer of frost on his hair and clothes. Maybe he would be completely frozen in a short time, and blew himself up to death. Or it is possible to freeze to death by yourself.All he can do now is choose a quiet and secluded place, wait for death or wait for a miracle to appear.

The ravages of the virus have turned him into a cold person, and even his temperament has changed. His face is cold, his eyes are indifferent, and he no longer has a smile, as if even his facial nerves have been frozen. The beating heart in the chest was frozen, from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, it turned into a piece of ice.

In one move, he dealt with a cultivator whose cultivation was much higher than his. In fact, it was the result of losing control of his spiritual power. The spiritual power was continuously pouring out of his body. Whether he wanted it or not, it would hurt anyone. People who are close to him, no matter whether they are enemies or not.

When he disappeared from the ghost crossing bridge, and when he reappeared, he was in a wilderness, and there was a weak river under his feet. No matter how dark and cold the river was, it would never freeze and flow slowly.This cold and weak water is fatal to cultivators, but it is not known whether there are other creatures living in the water.

The sky was gray and heavy, as if shrouded in smog, only a few faint rays of sunlight fell through the thick clouds over the Abyss of Exile, and fell on Lin Yifeng standing by the river, the frost condensed in his hair Refracting the light, it shone brightly, making his face paler without a trace of blood.There was a dead silence all around, not even the chirping of birds and insects, only the humming of the wind blowing past the ears.

He had become very weak, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he tried his best to draw back his pale lips, showing a weak smile, "Xiao Rong..." he muttered to himself, shaking his body a few times Then fell into the dark river.

When he was completely submerged in the water, his body was surrounded by thick ice and turned into an ice sculpture, sinking into the deeper part of the river along with the current, the surroundings were dark and there was no light, and the silence was terrifying. Even time is stagnant, like falling into an abyss, maybe will sleep peacefully forever, until the day someone discovers it or never be discovered.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it was a very long time, or maybe it was just a short moment, a touch of white flashed across the dark river bottom, which stood out in the darkness, the silvery white was like a slender silk thread, in the river water floating.Something, like a figure, slowly swam towards the ice sculpture that fell on the bottom of the river. His movements were nimble, and he was not affected by the cold river water at all, let alone frozen into ice. He came and went freely in the water.Closer, closer, he was getting closer and closer to the ice sculpture.

The silver-white filament floating in the water before was his white hair, long and soft. He finally landed next to the ice sculpture, but he didn't approach it right away, looking very alert and cautious, tilting his head and looking at it curiously. This humanoid ice sculpture seems to be thinking about where it came from, is it threatening to him, and should he approach it?

After hesitating for a while, the white-haired man finally made a move, approached gently, and what caught his eyes was a beautiful and quiet face, with his eyes closed, motionless, as if he was asleep.As if attracted or just out of curiosity, he knelt on one knee beside the ice sculpture, stretched out his slender and pale fingers, and tried to caress the face of the ice sculpture, of course what he touched was only a thick layer of ice.

He stared at the person inside the ice, looked at his jet-black hair scattered around his side, his pale face, the thick and slender eyelashes under his closed eyes, and his bloodless lips, which outlined a beautiful and beautiful face. Weak countenance.His fingers subconsciously moved back and forth on the ice, as if stroking the man's face.

He knelt like this, looking at the sleeping face for a long time, as if he was fascinated, or he was attracted by the people inside, or it was just because it was the only unusual thing in this dark and silent space s things.

After an unknown amount of time, the mysterious white-haired man finally moved. He picked up the ice sculpture under him and slowly carried it upstream. Somewhere, there is a hole on the rock wall. The white-haired man dragged the ice sculpture and swam in. After swimming in the dark environment for a while, there were one or two faint lights in front of him. The white-haired man quickly disappeared. disappeared into it.

It was a dark cave with a pool at the end. The dark pool was bottomless. An ice sculpture was placed on the edge of the pool. The wet long white hair was dragged on the ground, and some fell into the pool, rippling with the water waves As he spoke, the white-haired owner knelt on the ground, bent over, his pale fingers resting on the ice, and slowly, gusts of cold air emerged from the ice and poured into his fingers.

As the cold air gushes out, the ice cubes are gradually melting, and gradually, the person sealed in the ice appears in front of his eyes, and he no longer has to feel the contours of the other person's face and the touch of hair through the ice ... He hesitated and stretched out his fingers to touch the other's cheek, it was still cold, but not as stiff as ice, on the contrary soft and delicate, just like the long black hair.

The white-haired man picked up a handful of black hair lightly, feeling the soft touch of the hair passing through his fingers, then he seemed to notice something, slowly held the hair to his nose, gently He took a sniff, and a faint cold fragrance suddenly poured into his nostrils, which made him look surprised and intoxicated.He suddenly got down and buried his nose in the wet hair, trying to smell more fragrance.

But at this moment, the person under him suddenly moved, "Um..." Then a muffled moan came out of his mouth, and the white-haired man suddenly stood up from the other person like a frightened rabbit. When he got up, he didn't run, but floated into the nearby stone wall and disappeared.

Lin Yifeng frowned, opened his eyes slowly, and felt that he had had a long dream. He found himself falling into the abyss, surrounded by silence and darkness. He was lying at the bottom of the abyss, unable to move or speak. , until something came to break his predicament.

He got up from the ground and looked around. Even though the environment was dark, he was still able to look around clearly. He found himself lying in a cave, on the edge of a pool.He clearly remembered that he fell into the Weak River because of lack of physical strength and lack of spiritual power. As soon as he fell into the cold water, he completely passed out.

So someone brought him here?That must be a master, right?Thinking so, he lay down beside the pool, tentatively dipping one of his fingers into the water, and sure enough, the finger that was immersed in the water was immediately frozen, which verified his guess that the water in this pool was from the weak river. Water, maybe this pool is connected with the Ruohe River, and someone rescued him from the Ruohe River through the pool.

"Excuse me, is there anyone there? Is anyone there? Did you save me?" Lin Yifeng looked around and asked repeatedly, but only his own echo answered him, and no other voice responded to him.

The figure was hiding in a corner of the cave, with long white hair hanging down his waist. He secretly watched the person who woke up suddenly, looking timid and nervous.

Lin Yifeng checked his body, and to his surprise, his spiritual power was no longer as loose and chaotic as before. Could it be that his body did not continue to deteriorate and the raging virus was under control?If so, that would be really great.

But what is it all about?What caused this change, could it be the one who saved him or something else?

------------【End of this chapter: Congratulations to Rong Xiaomao for gaining a love rival again, the master is getting more and more sua, ╮(╯▽╰)╭】-----------