Chapter 1943: Wake up like a nightmare

The first thousand nine hundred and forty-three chapters wake up like a nightmare
"Patriarch, don't worry, I will definitely not let him appear on the path of the gods." Di Yi looked at the man in white with a solemn expression.
"it is good!"
The white-clothed man looked at Emperor Yi with a solemn expression: "Let him practice honestly in the Beimo Temple, sooner or later he will be successful."
"Master, what if I can't stop it?" The emperor suddenly said when he looked at the white-clothed man, he remembered that Lin Feng's cultivation would immediately usher in a big improvement, even if he used a divine tool, he couldn't help Lin Feng.
Hearing this, the white-clothed man was silent, and it took a long time to raise his head and look at Lin Feng's figure not far away and said: "If you can't stop it, let him go, but warn him to try to hide his identity, as long as it can be delayed."
"I see." The emperor nodded when he heard the words.
The man in white looked solemn, his figure suddenly burned, and a mysterious power spread out from him, seeming to carry the power of fate. This power gradually sublimated and turned into a beam of divine light that penetrated into a void. Among.
In that void, it seemed to be located in another time and space. There was a black air current in this time and space, and a beam of divine light poured into it and disappeared.
The emperor looked at this void for a long time without saying a word, and soon this void gradually faded and disappeared into this space.
"The Way of the Gods? Why is this?" Di Yi said to himself solemnly.
As soon as the emperor looked at the figure of Lin Feng not far away, Lin Feng was still sitting cross-legged in the void, and the black vortex around him revolved like a cosmic black hole. The dragon's sword had lost its luster at this moment.
There is no force shaking out.
The increasingly terrifying law of time and space diffused out of it, and entered Lin Feng's body, Lin Feng's expression gradually calmed down.
"Too great forgiveness!"
He looked at the void and muttered to himself, his eyes revealed a fierce determination.
The depths of the pubic area.
The celestial body shook out a terrifying power, and this terrifying power directly madly poured into the depths of his soul. Suddenly, the entire soul burst out with blue light, and black power emerged from the depths of the soul.
This black power carries the power of destruction, ruthlessness, and forgetting. This is the power of too much forgotten love.
"Huh!"
The power oscillated from the celestial body crazily destroyed the power of Too-shang Wangqinglu, and the power of Too-shang Wangqinglu was wiped out faster and gradually decreased.
With the decrease of the record of Wangshang's love, Lin Feng's expression became more and more relaxed.
"Ye Qinghan, Lin Zhutian!"
A faint warm current gradually rose from his cold heart at this moment, and the names of these two individuals became clearer and clearer in the depths of his mind.
The sadness deep in his heart is getting worse, his nose is sour, his emotions are out of control, and there is an urge to cry.
"Why? Why am I so sad?" Lin Feng muttered to himself as he looked at the void, and his thoughts of destroying the power of Wang Qinglu became more and more vigorous.
"Ye Qinghan, who is Lin Zhutian?" Two dim shadows suddenly appeared in Lin Feng's mind.
A shadow is slim and graceful, and a shadow is a baby, and this baby is held by that graceful shadow.
"Too great forget the love record, kill me!"
Suddenly Lin Feng roared to the sky, his mind was in confusion, and his memory filled his mind vaguely, making him almost crazy.
At this moment, the chaotic cyan air current oscillating out of the celestial body all poured into the depths of his soul, directly fighting with the power of Too Shang Wang Qing Lu, and the power of Tai Shang Wang Qing Lu was gradually weakening.
Lin Feng's roar also awakened the people sitting around him cross-legged.
"He will be back soon." Ming Xiruo looked at Lin Feng's figure obsessively and said, "Does he remember me? So what?"
"Master!" Yu Hanyu muttered to himself with tears in the corner of his eyes: "I would rather you not want me than forget me."
Yu Hanyu's voice was desolate, causing many people around to sigh.
"the host!"
Wuji, Yangshen Cannon, Ming Youhun and others looked at Lin Feng's back with excitement, the master finally returned.
"Dian Master Lin!"
Xiwan Buddha, Dong Wutian, Nan Mie Shen and others looked at Lin Feng's back, their expressions somewhat agitated.
"Hey, I hope he can hold on!" In the distant void, Emperor Yi muttered to himself as he watched the changes here.
It seems that Lin Feng has done his best to wipe out the power of forgetfulness this time.
"Would you like to let Xiaotian come over? I think it's fair to treat Xiaotian like this. Xiaotian is pitiful enough." The figure of Qiu Shenmie also walked over and looked at Lin Feng's figure.
"No need for now, let's talk about it when Lin Feng wakes up completely." The emperor said quietly while looking at Lin Feng's figure.
"Okay." Qiu Shenmie nodded slightly after hearing this.
Time gradually passed.
The chaotic cyan airflow in the divine clock of good fortune is getting less and less, and the law of time in that divine sword is still crazily injected into Lin Feng's body, providing powerful power for that celestial body, and this celestial body is more vigorous. Chaotic cyan airflow.
These chaotic cyan air currents madly injected into the depths of Lin Feng's soul.
More than ten hours later.
There is no longer the breath of the law of time on the Excalibur.
The celestial body can no longer oscillate any chaotic cyan air currents, and his primordial spirit has become extremely black. This is a force that is too unforgettable.
"Kacha, Kacha"
Like the sound of glass shattering, the power of Taishang Wangqinglu enveloping Lin Feng's Yuanshen gradually collapsed, and then it flowed out of Lin Feng's body, tears flowed from the corner of Lin Feng's eyes, and endless sorrow emerged from the depths of his heart.
The memories of the past spring up in his mind.
All these years of hard cultivation, trying his best to pass through his memory like a dream, as if he had a terrible nightmare, he treated his relatives around him and his son so coldly.
"what!"
Lin Feng sighed up to the sky, his figure stood up suddenly, the beautiful figure of Ye Qinghan appeared in his mind, the childlike Lin Zhutian, the back of his relatives, and his figure trembled slightly.
"Qinghan!"
Lin Feng watched the rain of tears in the void, his figure trembled, the surrounding black hole dissipated, and the divine tool that lost its vitality fell into the void.
His gaze looked at a group of people not far away, and then his gaze went into the void dullly, and appeared in the sky above this divine artifact space for the next moment.
"Lin Feng!"
Di Yi's stopped Lin Feng's figure directly.
"Hallmaster!" Lin Feng nodded faintly as he looked at Di Yi's figure, and then his figure appeared directly on the main hall of Beimo Temple.
In the main hall of the temple, a young man sat cross-legged. The young man was forcibly practicing supernatural powers, but the pain was extremely painful. The pain that penetrated into the soul made him unbearable. But the young man gritted his teeth and forced penance, with sweat on his cheeks.
"Xiao Tian!"
Lin Feng looked at the figure of the young man, his heart was broken, and he trembling body came to the young man.