Yi Jian came to the west and frowned and looked back at Lin Fan.

But Lin Fan was in front of Tianjing at this time, nervous and nervous, expecting but afraid of despair.

I don't have the mood to deal with these things.

"You are here and I advise you not to move around." Gu Bei finally spoke, looked at the lord who was just showing off his might, and said, "My lord has no time to deal with you, and life and death should be determined by him."

The lord immediately regretted it so much that the place was blue!

Why install it?

Just take a few more steps.

Why install it?

Now it's OK.

Waiting nervously and nervously, the man standing in front of the sky mirror at this time was like a god and a demon.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

When the lord looked at Lin Fan at this time, he actually felt that this was the prototype of a god and demon.

He really didn't dare to move around half a step, and waited well on the spot, trembling.

Moreover, at this time, he was praying for Lin Fan.

I pray that Lin Fan can find everything he wants to find on this mirror of heaven and find everything he wants to find. Perhaps in that way, the prototype of the god and demon will be happy, and while they are happy, they will save their lives.

Lin Fan was quiet.

Standing in front of this sky mirror, you will suddenly understand how to start this sky mirror and how to find the people or things in your heart—

"Le Yao."

Lin Fan muttered with a persistent expression, and suddenly there were ripples on the sky mirror in front of him...

This made Lin Fan almost scream in pleasure.

Does Tianjing have this reaction mean that Le Yao has traces to follow and still exists somewhere in this world?

Or maybe she only had a trace of her soul, drifting in the deserted and desolate sea of ​​stars, waiting for him to welcome him back?

Lin Fan's blood surged up to his head, and his whole body was so excited that he seemed to explode. His eyes were shining, staring at the ripples ahead.

At the same time, in the distance of time and space-

A figure of a character who was practicing with closed eyes, her eyes were slightly raised, and her eyes opened, revealing her most beautiful smile: "Husband, are you looking for me?"

She was a little shy, but soon, her face changed again: "Thor and the others said, "You can't let you know that we are still there... Sorry, husband, I know this is cruel, but..."

Dream God came: "It's very cruel, but only in this way can he force him to grow rapidly. We don't want to wait any longer. Are you patient and patient."

Then, Meng Shen slid his hand, and Lin Leyao's inspiration was suddenly cut off by arrogance.

Lin Fan was nervously expecting and his whole body couldn't stop trembling.

but--

The ripples suddenly fluctuated, and then... they dissipated without a trace. The Tianjing in front of him stopped and there was no fluctuation again.

"puff……"

Lin Fan spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Despair after hope is the most hurtful.

"Le Yao..." Lin Fan was heartbroken and cried.

This Tianjing is so great that the more detailed you know from Yi Jianxi, the more you will be, the more you will be.

Even the Tianjing couldn't find any of Le Yao's things, and it was not even visible in the cycle of reincarnation. Didn't even leave a ray of fragrant soul?

"Qingcheng...I miss you so much!"

Lin Fan yelled again, as if the cuckoo cried blood, heart-wrenching.

This mood actually caused the sudden sorrow of the colorful clouds to shake. The sobs that were originally very depressed suddenly turned into tears, and the crying sounded like a despair in front of the closest relatives.

But it is still the case.

That day, the mirror first rippled, but in the end it was calm and could not reflect the picture that I wanted to see.

...

Hope again and again.

Despair again and again.

In the end, Lin Fan became numb and just said a personal name mechanically.

It's like talking about some bystanders.

But at the beginning, he could cry, but in the end he was silent, only tears rolled.

"Father...Mother, are you gone? How cruel this heaven is to me!"

Lin Fan whispered.

It seems like there is no pain or pain.

When he looked back, the tears and ashamed in his eyes disappeared. He looked up at the sky: "There is a way of reincarnation, which can be built above God. I should be building reincarnation, and the Lord of the Heavenly Way, let everything that has passed will appear again, and let those regrets come again."

"Boom!"

Divine thunder from the sky!

This is too rude.

But it was useless. Lin Fan just pointed out the golden silk threads, and all the punishments that fell like thunder dragons were knocked back and rolled back.

But just as he was about to leave Tianjing, sort out all his thoughts, and temporarily bury it, the Tianjing, which had already dim, suddenly shone and shone with amazing brilliance!

Lin Fan suddenly looked back!

"Qingyue!"

He roared, tears rolling in his eyes!

He saw this, this was a dream-ridden figure. At this time, her face was pale, as if she had been sleeping for thousands of years, drifting with that time and space, not knowing where to go.

"You're still here!"

Another loud roar.

But the picture ended here, and there was nothing else.

The final picture is frozen in that Qingyue breaks into a mountain and then becomes a forbidden area.

"Master, these people..."

Yi Jian came to speak, and he mustered up the courage to ask.

It’s just that Shi Lin Fan’s eyes were so cunning.

"Let them get out."

Lin Fan spoke.

Remote places.

Lin Fan looked at Yijian and came to the west and said, "Have you ever captured the last picture of my wife, do you know where that mountain is?"

The reason for asking this.

Not aimless.

Instead, on that mountain, Lin Fan did capture a breath similar to the road to becoming a god.

Maybe it is a certain node on this long road to becoming a god.

"It seems that I have heard of it. It is Qishen Mountain, but I am not sure."

This sentence was Huangfu, saying: "I just saw a corner vaguely. With this guess, it may not be true."

"Oh? Qishen Mountain?"

Lin Fan was happy in his heart.

Whether it is true or false.

But with at least one goal, that's great, at least there are traces to follow.

The sea of ​​stars is boundless.

Who can predict how many ancient stars there are outside the world you don’t know?

Even gods dare not say that they can see through all the great secrets in this world.

If you don’t have a goal to search, the world is vast, where will you find it?

"You're still here!"

Lin Fan added another sentence.
To be continued...