Chapter 1420: Jing'er.
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Qin Tianjian, Zhai Xingge, Guan Xingtai.
The wind is fluttering and the snow is shaking outside the Guan Xingtai, making the world look vast and boundless.
But inside the Guan Xingtai, there is no snow, only a gentle breeze, and the sky above is a brilliant starry sky.
The Chief of Qintian Observatory, Zhengyi, looked very similar to Xuanyuan Jing when he frowned or smiled slightly. She gently looked at Zhao Wujian, who was probing deeper, and slowly extended a slender jade hand from her loose black robe:
"Hold tight."
Zhao Wujin was suspicious, but Jianzheng Yanran smiled and took the initiative to hold his hand tightly.
The moment Zhao Wujin's hand was held tightly, he felt a growing desire welling up from deep within his heart.
He longed to hold the Qintianjian's supervisor tightly, who was almost identical to Jing'er, and he longed to integrate her into his blood and flesh.
With his mind taut, he became more and more curious about who the supervisor in front of him was?
Jian Zheng slowly interlocked her fingers with Zhao Wujiang's. She couldn't help but smile, looking exactly like Jing'er when she was being cute and silly:
"You don't have much time left. After the Year of Jiazi, on the second day of the first month of the year of Yichou, it will be the last time you're still in this world."
"The Devouring Heaven Demon Technique can help you plunder vast amounts of spiritual energy from the world, but in order to convert it into cultivation, it needs to be refined. You don't have that much time to refine it."
As Zhao Wujiang's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, he felt a constantly surging, extremely pure energy flowing from within the monitor, continuously pouring into his body. His cultivation was rapidly soaring.
Is what Zhang Xukun said about the monk helping him improve his cultivation true?
When the monk said "Yichou year, the second day of the first month," is that the point in time when he traveled back from the present?
There is only one month left, and he seems to have many things unprepared, feeling particularly rushed.
The eyes of the supervisor trembled slightly, with a faint mist, like glimmering, not blinking, always staring at Zhao Wujian in front of him, as if wanting to remember Zhao Wujian deeply, to remember forever.
Zhao Wujiang's expression became more and more horrified, as he felt the powerful energy being transmitted from Jian Zheng's body, which had the same aura as Jing'er.
Jian Zheng's unparalleled beauty gradually turned pale. Obviously, receiving such pure energy caused her significant damage, possibly affecting her essence.
"Let go!" Zhao Wujiang couldn't bear it, he wanted to stop, but he couldn't let go on his own, as if the control was always in the hands of the overseer.
The overseer just smiled gently, his voice, which had initially been commanding, now had a touch of tenderness:
"Infinity, for thousands of years, the stars in the universe have been constantly extinguishing."
"The disaster of that year was supposed to be the moment we were extinguished."
"But we managed to survive nearly twenty thousand years against all odds."
"If we are destined to fail, you must still survive, don't forget Zhang and what he gave you."
"What are you talking about?" Zhao Wujian was in a daze, and at this moment, he felt a inexplicable heartache, as if someone was tightly gripping his chest, squeezing tighter and tighter, making him almost suffocate.
He suddenly flashed scenes he had seen in the Shen Yao gatelocking demon tower in his mind. Meng Linlu stopped him and asked angrily:
"Why are you alone? Where is Jing er?"
“Where is Jing er?”
“Where is Jing er?”
Countless warm scenes of getting along with Jing’er flashed through his mind, and his vision became increasingly blurry. The vast snow and wind appeared around him, and the sky and earth became dim. The prison guards in front of him disappeared, and he was no longer inside Zhai Xing Pavilion, but in the midst of the wind and snow.
He heard a hoarse voice coming from the wind and snow, which was himself from ancient times.
"I can definitely save her!"
The wind and snow whistled, and he stood still, feeling as if his heart had been torn open. The cold wind brushed past him, causing a dull pain that constantly gnawed at him.
"Jing'er..." he murmured softly, his eyes trembling.
He and Jing'er would return to the ancient era, and he died there. But what about Jing'er?
Where did Jing'er go?
He hopes to get a response, this response is Jing'er's long-awaited becoming the Supervisor of the Qintianjian.
But the mist in his eyes became more and more blurred, but his vision became clear, and there was no wind and snow around him. He was still sitting at the small table, holding the hand of the Supervisor.
His murmuring did not receive a hopeful answer.
The supervisor, who was as outstanding as Jing'er, said to him:
"Jing'er is dead..."
The wind is fluttering and the snow is shaking outside the Guan Xingtai, making the world look vast and boundless.
But inside the Guan Xingtai, there is no snow, only a gentle breeze, and the sky above is a brilliant starry sky.
The Chief of Qintian Observatory, Zhengyi, looked very similar to Xuanyuan Jing when he frowned or smiled slightly. She gently looked at Zhao Wujian, who was probing deeper, and slowly extended a slender jade hand from her loose black robe:
"Hold tight."
Zhao Wujin was suspicious, but Jianzheng Yanran smiled and took the initiative to hold his hand tightly.
The moment Zhao Wujin's hand was held tightly, he felt a growing desire welling up from deep within his heart.
He longed to hold the Qintianjian's supervisor tightly, who was almost identical to Jing'er, and he longed to integrate her into his blood and flesh.
With his mind taut, he became more and more curious about who the supervisor in front of him was?
Jian Zheng slowly interlocked her fingers with Zhao Wujiang's. She couldn't help but smile, looking exactly like Jing'er when she was being cute and silly:
"You don't have much time left. After the Year of Jiazi, on the second day of the first month of the year of Yichou, it will be the last time you're still in this world."
"The Devouring Heaven Demon Technique can help you plunder vast amounts of spiritual energy from the world, but in order to convert it into cultivation, it needs to be refined. You don't have that much time to refine it."
As Zhao Wujiang's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, he felt a constantly surging, extremely pure energy flowing from within the monitor, continuously pouring into his body. His cultivation was rapidly soaring.
Is what Zhang Xukun said about the monk helping him improve his cultivation true?
When the monk said "Yichou year, the second day of the first month," is that the point in time when he traveled back from the present?
There is only one month left, and he seems to have many things unprepared, feeling particularly rushed.
The eyes of the supervisor trembled slightly, with a faint mist, like glimmering, not blinking, always staring at Zhao Wujian in front of him, as if wanting to remember Zhao Wujian deeply, to remember forever.
Zhao Wujiang's expression became more and more horrified, as he felt the powerful energy being transmitted from Jian Zheng's body, which had the same aura as Jing'er.
Jian Zheng's unparalleled beauty gradually turned pale. Obviously, receiving such pure energy caused her significant damage, possibly affecting her essence.
"Let go!" Zhao Wujiang couldn't bear it, he wanted to stop, but he couldn't let go on his own, as if the control was always in the hands of the overseer.
The overseer just smiled gently, his voice, which had initially been commanding, now had a touch of tenderness:
"Infinity, for thousands of years, the stars in the universe have been constantly extinguishing."
"The disaster of that year was supposed to be the moment we were extinguished."
"But we managed to survive nearly twenty thousand years against all odds."
"If we are destined to fail, you must still survive, don't forget Zhang and what he gave you."
"What are you talking about?" Zhao Wujian was in a daze, and at this moment, he felt a inexplicable heartache, as if someone was tightly gripping his chest, squeezing tighter and tighter, making him almost suffocate.
He suddenly flashed scenes he had seen in the Shen Yao gatelocking demon tower in his mind. Meng Linlu stopped him and asked angrily:
"Why are you alone? Where is Jing er?"
“Where is Jing er?”
“Where is Jing er?”
Countless warm scenes of getting along with Jing’er flashed through his mind, and his vision became increasingly blurry. The vast snow and wind appeared around him, and the sky and earth became dim. The prison guards in front of him disappeared, and he was no longer inside Zhai Xing Pavilion, but in the midst of the wind and snow.
He heard a hoarse voice coming from the wind and snow, which was himself from ancient times.
"I can definitely save her!"
The wind and snow whistled, and he stood still, feeling as if his heart had been torn open. The cold wind brushed past him, causing a dull pain that constantly gnawed at him.
"Jing'er..." he murmured softly, his eyes trembling.
He and Jing'er would return to the ancient era, and he died there. But what about Jing'er?
Where did Jing'er go?
He hopes to get a response, this response is Jing'er's long-awaited becoming the Supervisor of the Qintianjian.
But the mist in his eyes became more and more blurred, but his vision became clear, and there was no wind and snow around him. He was still sitting at the small table, holding the hand of the Supervisor.
His murmuring did not receive a hopeful answer.
The supervisor, who was as outstanding as Jing'er, said to him:
"Jing'er is dead..."