Lu Qingfeng stood blankly in front of the throne of the palace master. He regretted very much in his heart. He regretted that he could not bring Leng Rubing with him and regretted that he could not protect her.
He recalled the scenes with Leng Rubing, practicing together in the martial arts field outside the Qingyun Sword Sect's own cave, teaching her Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship step by step.
I thought about how I had been traumatized by my soul during my training in the Binhai Mountains, and had been by my side for three hundred and sixty-five days.
Every day I chewed the soul-nurturing grass by myself, and fed the juice of the soul-nurturing grass into my mouth mouth-to-mouth, thinking of how shy she looked at that moment.
I thought of sitting in the pavilion on the rockery, head resting on my shoulder, holding my arms, looking forward to a better future, with a happy smile on my face.
Everything, like a replay of history, flashed by frame by frame in the depths of his soul.
Everyone was staring at Lu Qingfeng who was standing in front of the throne. They wanted to come forward and offer some words of comfort, but they felt that any comfort was so feeble.
The next moment, everyone in the hall widened their eyes in surprise, and an unforgettable scene appeared in their sights.
In just a moment, Lu Qingfeng's long black hair disappeared and turned into long gray hair in the blink of an eye.
Instant gray hair, this kind of story can only be heard in legends. Today, these people have seen it for real. If it were not for the extreme pain, it would never be like this.
Lu Qingfeng slowly walked down the eighteen steps, arrived outside the Thunder Temple, and headed straight for his interstellar spaceship. He stood at the cabin door and looked back at his friends and numerous subordinates below.
He wanted to say something, opened his lips, but finally did not say anything. He turned around and walked into the cockpit of the spaceship. The interstellar spacecraft turned into a stream of light and disappeared in front of these people in an instant.
It was only a million miles from the Thunder Temple to the Bingjian Palace. The interstellar spacecraft could easily reach the speed of light, and in the blink of an eye, it stopped over the Bingjian Palace.
The flying boat was suspended outside the Chaos Demon-Slaying Formation. Lu Qingfeng flashed to the outside of the flying boat, and his huge spiritual consciousness was released, scanning the area crazily.
"Ru Bing, where are you? I'm back and I'm here to pick you up. Don't let your soul drift away. When I refine the elixir of life, I will definitely resurrect you."
Lu Qingfeng believed that Leng Rubing must have left behind a soul fragment. As long as he had a soul fragment and refined the elixir of life, he would be able to resurrect his beloved wife.
There was an airship suspended outside the Chaos Demon-Slaying Formation, and it was such a weird-looking airship. The moment the airship stopped above the formation, it immediately attracted the attention of the entire imperial capital.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Qingfeng stood above the formation for a day, his violent consciousness scanning the space wantonly. Countless powerful people in the imperial capital noticed his aura and were all shocked.
In the underground training quiet room of the Nanrong Imperial Capital, Nanrong Wentian, the patriarch of the empire, was meditating with his eyes closed. When Lu Qingfeng's spiritual consciousness swept past him, he immediately opened his eyes.
"Who has come to the Imperial Capital? The consciousness is so terrifying. My soul power has reached the seventh level of the Ancestral God, and I am actually vulnerable to this person."
Nanrong Wentian's face instantly turned pale. There was no doubt that the other party was at the peak soul level of the Ancestral God. If he came to trouble him, Emperor Nanrong would be in danger.
With a thought, he instantly appeared in the sky above the palace. It could be seen with the naked eye from a distance of more than a hundred miles. Even if he couldn't see it, he didn't dare to scan it with his spiritual consciousness.
When he saw Lu Qingfeng floating in the sky above the formation, he was suddenly shocked and thought to himself: It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Lu, who has reached such a terrifying state in less than a hundred years of cultivation.
When he saw Lu Qingfeng's long gray hair, he immediately exclaimed: "Fellow Taoist Lu, what kind of pain caused your hair to turn gray in an instant? You cannot be resurrected after death. Please show your condolences!"
Nan Rong Wentian didn't know that Lu Qingfeng's hair turned gray instantly, but it only took a moment from the time he discovered the soul aura to when he flew out, so his long hair must have turned gray at this time.
Although Nan Rong Wentian's guess was not very accurate, it was still close to ten. After Lu Qingfeng heard this, he slowly turned his head to look at him.
After Lu Qingfeng nodded to him, his eyes only glanced for a moment, and then immediately moved elsewhere. With this glance, Nan Rong Wentian's soul suddenly stirred up a storm.
Inside the Chaos Demon-Slaying Formation is the King's Mansion. When the interstellar spacecraft stopped over the formation, everyone immediately came outside their respective rooms.
There were more than 10,000 people in the palace. They all looked up at the light shield above their heads. Through the light shield, they could see the flying boat and Lu Qingfeng floating next to the flying boat.
Lu Qianhao and Nangong Xinyan stood side by side. When they saw it was Lu Qingfeng, Lu Qianhao's eyes suddenly became moist, and two lines of hot tears instantly flowed down from Nangong Xinyan's beautiful eyes.
"Husband, he is our son. Qingfeng is back. You see, Qingfeng's hair has turned white. It must be Ru Bing's death that made him look like this."
"well!"
Lu Qianhao sighed and said: "I don't know how to face Qingfeng now. It was me who failed to protect Ru Bing, which led to her fall."
Nangong Xinyan comforted: "I can't blame you. The strength of the powerful demon clan that came that time was beyond our ability to compete. If his friends hadn't come to help, many people in the palace might not have died."
"Although I say that, I can't escape the blame. No matter what, as a father-in-law, I have an unshirkable responsibility."
"Huh?"
When Lu Qianhao said this, Nangong Xinyan suddenly let out a cry of surprise, turned to look at Lu Qianhao and said: "Husband, do you still remember the battle at that time? After the end, Senior Feng collected some of Ru Bing's soul fragments and handed them over to him afterwards.
Our in-laws."
After being reminded by Nangong Xinyan, Lu Qianhao suddenly showed a hint of joy on his face, looked at the light mask above his head and said, "Do you remember that at Ru Bing's memorial ceremony, Senior Feng gave the jade box containing Ru Bing's soul fragments to his in-laws.
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"Remember, remember, of course I remember such an important thing. I remember that Senior Feng said at that time that as long as he kept the soul fragments, Qingfeng would have a way to resurrect Ru Bing."
"well!"
Lu Qianhao sighed: "Although I believe what Senior Feng said, it is not easy to resurrect people with only soul fragments."
"Husband, no matter what, having hope is much better than having no hope. We will tell him this when Qingfeng comes down later."
"That's all we can do, let's just stand here and wait! I hope this news can make Qingfeng's mood better."
The couple stopped talking and all looked up at Lu Qingfeng outside the mask. They did not expect that the two of them would stand here for a month.
In the Bingjian Palace, more than 10,000 people were all looking at Lu Qingfeng above their heads. There was no sound in the entire palace. These people all hoped that Lu Qingfeng would come to the palace as soon as possible.
During the month that Lu Qingfeng stayed above the Bingbian Palace, countless powerful people came around the imperial capital, and they all watched him from a distance.
In the sky a hundred miles away from the palace, dozens of battleships were suspended there. Outside the battleships stood nearly 10,000 strong men from the Meteor Star, all looking towards the direction of the palace.
The big guys who greeted Lu Qingfeng at the Thunder Temple were also there. Standing next to Hai Wuya was a young girl, still wearing a floral tight-fitting jacket.
This girl is Hai Xia, the granddaughter of Hai Wu Ya. She had a crush on Lu Qingfeng when they were in the Lake of Freedom. Hai Xia gave up the idea after she knew the other person's true identity.
Although I no longer have this thought, the shadow of Lu Qingfeng is deeply imprinted in my mind, and I can't get rid of it no matter what.
At this time, looking at Lu Qingfeng who was standing motionless above the mask, he knew very well the grief in his heart at this moment. As a woman's nature dictates, lines of tears continued to roll down her pretty face.
"Grandpa, do you think something will happen to him since he hasn't moved anywhere for such a long time? It's really worrying."
Hai Wuya stroked Hai Xia's hair and said in a deep voice: "It's okay. I know your master's mind best. Even if something big happens, he will not lose himself."
After Hai Wuya finished speaking, he turned to the old man Mulan and said: "Senior Mulan, the Ancestral God has been standing above the light shield for a month. None of us dare to go up to persuade him. Only senior has this qualification. Please go ahead and persuade him."
Your Majesty."
"well!"
Mulan let out a long sigh and said, "Well, only I can do this kind of thing. I can't guarantee whether it will be useful or not."
After Mulan finished speaking, she stepped over the Chaos Demon Slaying Formation, stood opposite Lu Qingfeng, and said: "Old friend, I have also heard about the Bingjian Palace. Miss Leng retained a part of her soul at that time, and this part of her soul is in the snow."
Cold hands."
As soon as the old man Mulan finished speaking, Feng and Leng Xuehan quickly flew out of the crowd and instantly came to the opposite side of Lu Qingfeng, nodding to Lu Qingfeng respectively.
Feng said: "Qingfeng, I did collect some soul fragments at that time. I believe that as a master of alchemy, as long as you can refine the elixir of life, you should be able to resurrect Miss Leng."
Lu Qingfeng looked at Leng Xuehan and said: "Father-in-law, please give me Ru Bing's soul fragment. Next, I will go to find the elixir to refine the elixir of life."
Leng Xuehan nodded, and a warm jade box suddenly appeared in his hand. Lu Qingfeng stretched out his hands and slowly took the box handed over by Leng Xuehan.
Holding the warm jade box in his hands, Lu Qingfeng's hands were trembling. Lu Qingfeng did not dare to open it. He was afraid that if he opened it, all his hopes would disappear.
"Qingfeng, please open it and take a look! The warm jade box can warm and nourish Miss Leng's remnant soul. Back then, Changchun also input a lot of wood attribute power into it. If nothing else happens, the remnant soul now should be stronger than before.
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What is supposed to come will eventually come. No matter what the result is, he must face it bravely and cultivate to the realm of the ancestral gods. He still knows this truth very well.
The lid of the Nuan Jade box opened just a crack, and the surging life force suddenly swarmed out. Then, a large number of milky white soul fragments appeared in front of Lu Qingfeng's eyes.