The law of the king of online games

Chapter 1039
Luo Xiaoling stayed in Donghai.

Although she didn't know who the person who turned into a stone statue was, the automatic protection of Shenjian Wushuang made her realize that this person must be related to her.

Every day, she would take a little time to sit quietly on the cliff, looking at the rough East China Sea in the direction the stone statue was facing.

As time passed, Luo Xiaoling found that there were more and more cracks on the stone statue, like a person who was slowly aging.

"Are you alive or dead?"

Luo Xiaoling asked the stone statue, but got no response at all.

A few years later, Luo Xiaoling was already 70 years old.

Seventy years of life has been rare since ancient times, but due to the revival of the spiritual energy of the earth and stars, the physique and life expectancy of ordinary people have been improved, and 70 years old is not really old.

Luo Xiaoling already has white hair on her head, but her heart is not old, she started to step on the waves of the East China Sea and dance the sword, thinking about the way of the sword.

Day after day, her face was radiant, as if she had reversed her growth, her white hair turned into blue silk, and she regained her youthfulness.

Five years later, Luo Xiaoling left the East China Sea. She began to travel around the world, traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, looking for her own path of cultivation.

Thirteen years later, Luo Xiaoling came back. She was dressed in black and she looked just like her, but her heart was full of vicissitudes.

Standing on the cliff with his hands behind his back, Luo Xiaoling said leisurely: "I once crossed mountains and seas, and I also crossed mountains and seas of people. I used to have everything, but it was all gone in a blink of an eye. I was once lost, disappointed and lost all direction. Until seeing the ordinary is the only answer... Humble mortals, insignificant creatures, in this world, are always lonely for a lifetime, when you read the world of mortals and go through the years, all that is left in your heart is the vicissitudes of life and loneliness!"

She turned her head to look at Xiao Li and smiled slightly.

"I'm a lonely person, and so are you. Why don't you just let me stay with you here, and see if the East China Sea will change from time to time."

Luo Xiaoling stayed, and she sat cross-legged beside Xiao Li, as if accompanying her, 30 years in a blink of an eye!
The 30 years of companionship have not changed anything, the cracks on Xiao Li's body are still increasing, and Luo Xiaoling seems to be turning into a stone statue.

On this day, a man in Tsing Yi suddenly came from the sky. He was dressed in an ancient costume, had long hair, and carried a guqin on his back.

With a smile on his face, the man in Tsing Yi came to the side of the cliff, didn't say anything, just sat cross-legged in emptiness, unfolded the guqin behind him, and played an ancient tune.

The sound of the piano is long, like the years.

Luo Xiaoling couldn't see through the man in Tsing Yi, but there was no doubt in her heart, she was ethereal, forgetting life and death, not caring about anyone or anything.

After playing a piece, the man in Tsing Yi put away the piano, bowed his hands to Xiao Li, and left through the air.

Everything was the same, without any change, as if the man in Tsing Yi had never been here at all.

Three years later, a man in silver armor appeared, with a long sword on his back, but one arm.

"The war is over, the fluctuation of the law is about to subside, and everything will return to order. In a few years, you will be able to return." The silver armor man bowed to Xiao Li, "We are waiting for you, leave here and go to the starry sky. "

Xiao Li who turned into a stone statue didn't respond.

The silver-armored man sighed, but looked at Luo Xiaoling next to him, and said, "The spiritual energy is revived, you have good luck, and your realm has reached a bottleneck. There will be no breakthrough here, why don't you leave with me."

Luo Xiaoling opened her eyes, she was surprisingly calm, shook her head, and said: "I won't leave, stay here, at least I can still be with him."

The silver-armored man didn't say anything else, he took one step, and he was nowhere to be found.

Another ten years later, a middle-aged man in a luxurious suit came to Donghai. His status seemed to be very noble and he had many followers.

With a smile on his face, the middle-aged man wore a pair of sunglasses and leaned on a golden staff. He dismissed all his followers and walked straight to the cliff where Xiao Li was sitting cross-legged.

"The mountains and rivers are picturesque!"

The middle-aged man leaned on a golden staff with both hands, and he had an extraordinary bearing. He looked at the East China Sea, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the sea surface and see the dragon's veins on the bottom of the sea.

"The great achievement is about to be completed, you should be able to hold on." The middle-aged man came to Xiao Li's side, took off his sunglasses, and put them on for Xiao Li.

"Haha!" He waved his hand, and raised his voice: "I have no regrets in the world, but this vast starry sky is still interesting, might as well go on with the dominance of the dynasty! Xiao Li, I am waiting for you."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he stepped on the void and climbed to the sky step by step. His clothes changed quietly and became a black dragon robe.

Luo Xiaoling took off the sunglasses left by the middle-aged man for Xiao Li, and threw them into the East Sea casually.

She is here, although Xiao Li is a stone statue, she is not affected by the wind and sand.

Five years later, the East China Sea changed. A huge seven-colored dragon was born from the bottom of the sea. Its body is ten thousand feet long. It can cause tsunamis with a slight twist, and a dragon's roar can shatter the clouds in the sky.

The world changed, the earth trembled, and the powerful aura turned into a strong wind, blowing in all directions.

This aura came too violently, exceeding the limit that mortals could bear.

Xiao Li, who turned into a stone statue, for the first time in a hundred years, his eyes glowed with brilliance. He moved, slowly stretched out his right hand, and pointed at the huge dragon churning in the East Sea.

A mysterious and majestic force suddenly erupted, and the huge dragon's body stopped rolling, showing a docile appearance. Its body slowly soared into the air, and slowly, its scales and claws merged with the sky.

The drizzle fell, covering the whole world.

Luo Xiaoling opened her eyes, and she felt a huge force descending on Xiao Li.

"Wushuang!" Luo Xiaoling stood up, and the divine sword Wushuang flew out from between her eyebrows. She wanted to get close to Xiao Li, but as soon as she approached, she suddenly felt a terrifying force, and her body was instantly thrown away. I feel like my flesh and blood are going to be separated.

Even the Divine Sword Wushuang was bounced away and fell into the East Sea.

"This power..."

There was a wry smile on Luo Xiaoling's face, she just felt the aftermath of the power, and she almost died, one can imagine what kind of terrifying power Xiao Li should bear.

"Is this the power that caused the cracks to appear on your body? No! This is the impact you have endured instead of this land of mountains and rivers!"

Luo Xiaoling shook her head, she realized that this kind of power did not come to Xiao Li naturally, but he gathered it deliberately, it was the power that came to the entire planet, but she resisted it with one shoulder.

It has been drizzling for a full month. This is a rain of spiritual energy. When the rain is over and the sky clears up, the whole earth and stars will look brand new.

Even the most ordinary mortal can perceive that the earth and stars are completely different.

Luo Xiaoling is still guarding the East China Sea cliff, she is waiting for Xiao Li's recovery.

time flies……

One morning five years later, when the first ray of sunlight fell on Xiao Li's stone statue, a dragon chant suddenly sounded.

The dragon chant resounded in Xiao Li's body, followed by the second and third...

Then came more unpredictable sounds, like fairy music, divine comedy, holy singing...

Under the morning glow, the stone statue gradually changed.

Xiao Li, come alive!
He looked at Gao Tian, ​​flicked his sleeves, and his arrogance shook the sky.

"After more than a hundred years, neither I will die nor the Yang God will die!"

(End of this chapter)