Rebirth Of The Super God Hacker

Chapter 479

On Monday, September 4, 2017, this was the third day Xing Wuneng had a car accident.

In the early morning, the sun swept across the ground warmly, and a young man covered in blood was sitting on the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, and a cold stare shot straight away.

As if thinking of something, he rose from the sword and rushed straight down the cliff.

Under the cliff is endless water and nothing, the white-clothed youth shook his head helplessly.

At this moment, he, who was originally standing on the flying sword, shook his body and almost fell into the river.

Feijian’s rapid upward movement led him to the cliff again.

The forced movement led to the recurrence of the old injury, so he sat cross-legged and began to look inside.

“Broken Soul Palm, it really is Broken Soul Palm…”

After looking inside, the man in white found that his injury was more serious than he thought.

His sword injury was not the most serious, but the palm was the most serious.

That palm almost shattered his soul, and the breakthrough of the barrier exhausted all his spiritual power.

The meridians are almost completely broken, and even the exercises cannot operate completely. If they are not repaired in time, they will surely become useless.

“Nangong Law, you and my apprentice are close, I didn’t want to hurt you, but I didn’t expect you to be so cruel to me…”

The man in white closed his eyes after speaking.

The sun, the moon and the stars, the stars change, the ups and downs, and I don’t know how many years have passed.

On a certain mountain peak of the earth, a strange phenomenon occurred. The original bare mountain had an extra stone statue.

No one knows when this stone statue appeared, and no one cared, because it was deserted and few people came.

Even if someone passes by, no one cares about this stone statue.

June 7, 2029.

This is an unusual day, this is a black June, a day when there is no mathematics to change destiny.

In an examination room in Shanhai City, an eighteen or nine-year-old girl was nervously writing her composition: “The Last Supper”

Dad, I miss you, Dad…

“what!”

Maybe it was telepathy, maybe it was a miracle. Just when Xiaoya finished writing this essay with countless thoughts, a roar spread across dozens of miles from the nameless mountain peak.

“Hahaha…”

“I Cao came back one day.”

“No, you are not Cao Yitian, you are Xing Wuneng.”

…

“Since I am not Cao Yitian, nor Xing Wuneng, let these two people disappear!”

“From then on, my name is Xing Yitian, and Xing Yitian is reborn…”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

Laughter was heard within a few tens of miles, and some people were still cursing insane.

That day, at the last moment of death, Xing Wuneng was inhaled into his body by Cao Tianyi who was seriously injured and fled from the realm of cultivation.

Cao Yitian originally wanted to refine Xing Wuneng’s soul to repair his broken soul.

I didn’t expect that I was hurt too badly, and my soul sneered. In the end, instead of refining it, the souls of the two people merged.

After more than ten years of cultivation, the souls of the two people finally merged completely, forming a new day.

However, because of the serious injury and the scarcity of spiritual power on the earth, Xing Yitian’s strength has dropped drastically, and now he can only maintain it in the Golden Core Stage.

The current young man in white can be said to be Cao Yitian or Xing Wuneng.

I am him, he is me, the memory is the same, the thought is the same…

After the laughter, Xing Yitian shook off the hard armor on his body, and the armor fell to the ground, only to realize that his clothes had already been weathered, and now they were bare.

When he jumped, he jumped off the cliff, plunged into the river and took a cold bath happily.

Going up with the sword again, he took out a white robe from the storage ring and put it on his body.

“Is this the strength of a cultivator?”

Xing Wuneng was a little bit emotional about who he is now.

“What’s the matter? I used to survive the catastrophe.”

As a former Cao Tian, ​​he curled his lips.

“It’s been so long, I wonder if Xiaoya is okay?”

Xing Yitian once again remembered his 7-year-old daughter.

Thinking of this, he rose from the sword and flew in the direction of home based on the original memory.

“Look, look, do you see someone flying in the sky?”

A high school student who had just finished his evening self-study pointed to the window and said excitedly.

“Where is it, where is it?”

Soon a group of people gathered around the window and looked out the window.

“Liu Wenqiang, I think you are dreaming? Where are there any flying people? Are you watching too much martial arts, your mind is flooded, and daydreaming? No, it’s night now, it should be called Night Terror.”

“Yes, where are they?”

…

A group of people began to attack the little boy named Liu Wenqiang just now.

“I just clearly saw someone flying in the sky, why didn’t I have it for a while?”

“Am I really dreaming? No, I just saw it…”

Liu Wenqiang was still struggling there, and Xing disappeared a day earlier.

I don’t know the commotion caused by his shocking actions just now…

Over the city of Shanhai, a flying sword hovered in the air. Fortunately, it was night and didn’t attract anyone’s attention.

“How could this be? How could this be?”

The original street has disappeared, now it has become a broad road, the original old residential area has disappeared, and it has become the current towering forest.

Xing Yitian returned to his original residence, but the original old house had long since disappeared.

Suddenly, Xing Yitian found that there was a large screen on the square in front of which was displaying contemporary advertisements. When he looked around, he was stunned:

June 7, 2029.

“how so?”

Countless question marks came to mind in Xing Yitian’s mind.

Obviously remember that the time when he had a car accident was 2017, and now it has been 12 years, this time shocked him.

Xing Yitian found an empty place and quietly landed on the ground.

“Big brother, your clothes are so beautiful, are you filming?”

Just walking out of the corner of the park, Xing Yitian met a twelve or three-year-old girl staring at his outfit.

At this time, he noticed that he was different. It seemed that he needed to find a place to buy some clothes and get a haircut.

“Xiao Lan, come back soon, how many times have I told you, don’t talk to strangers, you just don’t listen to you as a child.”

Before Xing Yitian could react, an aunt who looked more than 50 years old stood in front of the little girl.

“Auntie, you have misunderstood. I am not a bad person. Xiaolan came to ask me because of the looks of my dress.”

“By the way, Auntie, do I want to ask which year is this year?”

“Neuropathy?”

This 50-year-old aunt went around Xing Yitian, dropped three words, and took her granddaughter away.

“Am I wrong?”

“No!”

Xing Yitian looked at the fog from the back of the two departing figures.