983: C983 Memories, or a dream? final)

C983 Memories, or a dream? final)

"Humph!"

Seeing the youth charge towards him, the middle-aged man snorted coldly.

"You overestimate yourself."

A cold sound rang out, and the man's eyes turned cold.

He struck out with his palm.

'Hu – '

In that instant, a cold wind appeared in this space that was close to being sealed off. What the middle-aged man had released was a terrifying energy. This energy did not have the slightest suspense and instantly landed on the youth that was pouncing on him.

The young man was sent flying with a loud boom.

"Puchi!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

'Bang! '

Another loud sound rang out as the youth's body once again collided against the wall.

After that, he collapsed to the ground weakly once again. "Uhh …"

The youth's entire body was drenched in blood.

The youth was on the verge of death.

"You're overestimating yourself. You think you're worthy to fight with me? "Are you qualified?" Looking at the paralyzed youth on the ground, the middle-aged man's disdainful voice could be heard. His voice even contained a trace of undisguised killing intent. Then, the middle-aged man walked towards the young man.

"Xuan Tian, today, I'll let you personally witness how your disciple will miserably die in front of you."

The middle-aged man said as he walked.

"Yan Long, you —"

He looked at the middle-aged man, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Xuan Ye, Master has let you down."

Immediately after, the old man glanced at the youth who was on his last breath. His sorrowful voice rang out, and tears welled up in his eyes. His body trembled, but his face revealed a trace of pain and determination. At this moment, the old man's weak soul force was still controlling the Yin Yang Cauldron in front of him. He was still refining the pills that he had been researching for 100,000 years.

This was the last step.

This was also the most critical moment.

He couldn't stop, and he couldn't give up.

"Cough, cough!"

The youth suddenly coughed lightly.

His eyelids twitched slightly.

A moment later, the youth struggled to open his eyes.

"Master!"

As he looked at the old man in the distance, the youth's voice rang out, and traces of blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

He used both his hands to prop himself up from the ground.

"Master, I was useless. I can't help Master, and I don't have the ability to protect him. I'm ashamed. If there is a next life, your disciple will definitely become an expert, a peerless expert, and protect Master from the shadows. " Gritting his teeth, the young man's clear eyes looked at the old man, and his firm voice rang out.

If there was a next life, he swore to be the strongest, only to protect his master.

The youth's voice echoed in the building.

"Foolish child!"

The old man's trembling voice could not help but ring out.

Tears fell like rain.

"The next life?"

The middle-aged man laughed coldly.

"Do you still have another life?"

'Shua! '

When the youth heard this, his gaze instantly descended on the middle-aged man.

Hatred, killing intent, and fury —

It exploded in an instant.

His clear eyes stared fixedly at the man.

Never move until you were dead!

It was as though this young man wanted to carve the appearance of this middle-aged man into his memory and soul.

He would never forget it.

"Yan Long, I will not let you get away with this."

Instantly, the youth's cold voice sounded out once again.

The clear eyes pierced through the soul.

"With just you?"

The middle-aged man laughed coldly.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a terrifying aura exploded from the youth.

"Hu, hu, hu ~ ~"

A fierce wind raged around the youth.

"Goodbye, Master."

The youth once again looked at the old man, and his face revealed a trace of a calm smile.

One last glance, one last smile.

"No …."

Seeing this, the old man screamed.

"Boom!"

Instantly, the youth's body was set ablaze.

In the blink of an eye, the youth's fleshly body vanished.

The youth transformed into a ball of terrifying energy.

'Whoosh! '

This terrifying energy instantly shot towards the middle-aged man.

Destroying the heavens and destroying the earth.

"Ignite my life?" When the middle-aged man saw this scene, he sneered, "If you had used the full power of a Cosmic God, I might have even been a little afraid. It's a pity — you're not. " With that said, the middle-aged man stabbed the purple spear in his hand.

Deity Soldiers's purple spear light released a terrifying energy.

Youth, spearpoint;

They instantly collided.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound rang out.

"Xuan Ye …"

The old man let out a pained cry.

Soul-tearing.

Celestial Star, Western Territory's Land, Heavenly Palace's Headquarters.

At this moment, within Lu Xianer's room, Teng Yan was lying on the bamboo bed with his eyes closed tight. On the other hand, Lu Xianer was sitting on the side of the bed, staring at Teng Yan with her star-like eyes. Her eyes were filled with worry and grief, while her face was even more haggard.

Teng Yan had already fainted for three days and three nights, and Lu Xianer had also stayed guard for three days and three nights.

Teng Yan still had not woken up.

Lu Xianer had still not taken a single step.

"No, no, no —"

Suddenly, Teng Yan said in a weak voice.

He stretched out his hands and shook them.

Lu Xianer was even more shocked.

"Husband —"

A surprised sound rang.

Unfortunately, Teng Yan had not woken up.

At this moment, on the bed, Teng Yan still had his eyes closed, but his body was struggling nonstop, and the big beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down without regard for his life. Not only that, Teng Yan's expression was filled with even more pain.

"Darling, what's wrong? Wake up, wake up."

Lu Xianer's urgent voice came out.

"Someone, come quickly."

Following that, Lu Xianer immediately sat up and anxiously shouted.

"Xuan Ye!"

Teng Yan's sharp cry suddenly sounded out.

'Whoosh! '

Teng Yan's entire body instantly sat up from the bed.

"Darling, you're awake."

Seeing this scene, Lu Xianer was overjoyed.

"Bam!"

At this moment, the tightly shut door was suddenly pushed open by someone.

"Whoosh!" Swoosh! "Whoosh!"

One figure after another entered.

"What's wrong?"

An anxious voice rang out, and the gazes of the several people who had suddenly barged in immediately fell on the bed.

Old Man Teng, Teng Xufeng, Yan Shuwan, Nan Rentong, the little thief, Uncle Nan, Tang San, Chu Fei, Wu Lai, familiar faces were all displayed before his eyes. Even though they were not in the room, they had been like Lu Xianer for the past three days, and had not left for even a single moment.

"This little bastard has finally woken up. I'm so scared."

Seeing Teng Yan waking up, Yan Shuwan's valiant voice was the first to sound out.

"…"

Everyone's mouth twitched, but they did not care about Yan Shuwan, and continued to stare at him.

But, Teng Yan turned a blind eye.

"Xuan Ye, he's Xuan Ye. He's this sovereign's beloved disciple, Xuan Ye …"

On the bed, Teng Yan mumbled to himself.

Tears fell instinctively.

A man doesn't shed tears easily, it's just that he hasn't reached the depths of love yet.

"This …"

Looking at Teng Yan, everyone was slightly startled.

"Xuan Ye?"

"Who is Xuan Ye?"

In that instant, everyone couldn't help but look at each other in dismay.

'Shua shua shua! '

After a while, everyone's gaze landed on Nan Rentong.

"Old man, didn't you say that this little bastard is fine?" What was going on now? Did you f * cking go stupid? " Yan Shuwan glared at Nan Rentong furiously, and his angry voice sounded. She was like a furious tigress, domineering as always.

"I —"

Nan Rentong was speechless.

'Shua! '

At this time, Teng Yan's gaze instantly fell on the little thief.

A bright light flashed.

"You are Xuan Ye, you are this young master's beloved disciple, Xuan Ye —"

"Eh?"

Teng Yan's words stunned everyone once again.

He could not help but look at the little thief.

The little thief was at a loss.

"Master, I … I am a little thief. I am not … Xuan Ye."

Looking at Teng Yan, the little thief said weakly.

"No, you are Xuan Ye."

Teng Yan's resolute voice directly resounded.

"That's not right."

Suddenly, Teng Yan asked again.

In front of everyone, Teng Yan frowned again as he sank into deep thought.

"This …"

Seeing Teng Yan's performance, everyone was at a loss.

"Husband, are you alright?"

At the side of the bed, Lu Xianer could not help but ask Teng Yan, her expression full of worry.

"I'm fine."

Teng Yan waved his hand and said.

"All of you, leave first."

Teng Yan said again.2

"Get out?"

Everyone couldn't help but be taken aback.

"This young master needs some time to calm down."

"This …"

Everyone couldn't help but be surprised.

"Let's go out first."

Glancing at Teng Yan, Lu Xianer said after hesitating for a moment.

One by one, they left the room, and Lu Xianer closed the door at the end. A moment later, only Teng Yan was left in the room. He sat on the bed and furrowed his brows.

Was that a dream?

No!

It was a memory.

Teng Yan was sure that it was definitely the memories of his previous life.

That was the memory of a hundred thousand years ago, when the Flame Dragon had launched a sneak attack during the storm against the human race, and heavily injured him.

However …

What was going on with Xuan Ye?

Disciple?

Whether it was the Martial Ancestor, or Yan Lin, they were all familiar people to him from a hundred thousand years ago, and were all people that he was very familiar with. However, they had told themselves that in their past life, the only medicine boy A Fu had remained in the Profound Sky Continent, and he had never left any disciples at all.

The two absolutely contradict each other.

Also, if the little thief was Xuan Ye, then how did he get here?

Why did he reincarnate a hundred thousand years later?

Qiao'er, or —

All of this was like a mystery.

"No, I must find Yan Lin and ask him about it."

'Whoosh! '

With that, Teng Yan immediately disappeared.

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