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    At this moment, thousands of miles away from where Wang Lin and Hongdie were, Zhou Wutai was galloping away. He had not reached the stage of infant transformation and was not as fast as Wang Lin, so he kept chasing after him.

    He was frightened by the moment the scimitar flew past. He had never seen that kind of speed in his life.

    While he was flying, Zhou Wutai suddenly frowned and stopped immediately. He turned around and looked behind him. He saw a red light roaring from the sky behind him, dense rolling clouds, and the whole world was reflected in red.

    Even the dimensional gaps in the sky were quickly dissipated one by one under the impact of the red cloud.

    Zhou Wutai sighed secretly, immediately became respectful, and stood there motionless.

    The red cloud was like an ancient ferocious beast, roaring past the sky. When it was over Zhou Wutai, an old voice came from within: "Come in!"

    Zhou Wutai quickly said yes, and with a movement of his body, he turned into a rainbow and flew into the red clouds.

    In the red cloud, I saw a vicissitudes of life old man, dressed in red clothes, hands behind his back, eyes like lightning, looking into the distance.  His body did not move, but the red cloud under his feet flew forward very quickly.

    Zhou Wutai stood beside the old man with a respectful expression.

    "Zhou Wutai meets his seniors."

    The old man nodded slightly and glanced into the distance. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the distance. In one glance, he landed on the place where Wang Lin and Hongdie were fighting, thousands of miles away. He was silent for a while and said flatly:  "Where's Purple Core?"

    Zhou Wutai said in a deep voice: "Zixin and I met Wang Lin on the way, and then Zixin left alone."

    The old man sighed softly and said: "Forget it, leave her alone, you follow me to Lingshan Mountain here!" After the old man finished speaking, the red clouds under his feet sped faster towards Lingshan Mountain.

    This old man is Skylark!

    The Immortal Relics used the runes of the Xu Ancestor's skull and relied on their twelve-leaf cultivation to temporarily break the restrictions of the Suzaku Tomb and send Skylark into it.

    However, if the Xu Ancestor was still alive, he might be able to completely break the restrictions on the Star Cultivation Crystal with his cultivation. However, after all, the people of the Immortal Relic Clan used the power of the runes in the skull to break it, so naturally they could not do it perfectly. Even if they sent Skylark,  But there are limitations from the Time Mountain. Once a certain time is exceeded and the power of the runes dissipates, Skylark will be directly obliterated by the strange power in the Star Cultivation Crystal.

    Therefore, as soon as he entered this place, he did not waste any time and galloped as fast as he could, heading straight for the Lingshan Mountain in the center of this place.

    At this moment, Qianfeng is rushing towards Lingshan, and Yunquezi is also flying. In addition to the two of him, there are some people who have also come here one after another, galloping towards the center of the Suzaku Tomb.

    Among these people, there are people from the Immortal Relic Clan and also monks.

    At this moment, on the Lingshan Mountain, there is an old man who has been here for a long time. This man has an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are full of blood. On his shoulders, there is a small monkey squatting with a pair of  The red glow in the monkey's eyes is even heavier!

    The old man stood on the top of Lingshan Mountain. Here, there was a huge door in the void. The edges of this door emitted bursts of dazzling golden light.

    This door is about a hundred feet high, soaring straight into the sky. At this moment, a crack appeared on it, like a scar, which was extremely eye-catching.

    The old man looked at the door, his eyes became even redder, a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating and breathing.  The little monkey on his shoulder looked around randomly, with a pair of monkey eyes showing a fierce light.

    Let¡¯s talk about Wang Lin and Hongdie.

    The crystal rose in front of Hongdie exudes a delicate charm. The shadow of Hongdie on it is exactly Hongdie¡¯s deeply hidden consciousness. This is the real her!

    She looked at Wang Lin, her eyes full of pride, and said softly: "Zeng Niu, take action kill me This kind of life that has lost its mind is useless. I, Hongdie, would rather die than live.  ¡­¡±

    Wang Lin looked at Hongdie, and the scenes between him and the girl flashed through his mind.

    ¡°It¡¯s so sad that the proud daughter of heaven ended up like this!¡± Wang Lin sighed softly. What he saw in Hongdie Xuying was not pride, but a trace of deeply hidden sadness, sadness in his heart.

    This kind of sadness contains deep pain, which makes people feel shocked when they look at it.

    "Hongdie, I'll help you" Wang Lin's eyes focused, and he waved the battle ax in his hand. Suddenly, he jumped up, roared in mid-air, and the battle ax came out of his hand, like a circle around him.  The lightning meteor rushed straight towards the red butterfly.

    This ax brought with it a powerful aura. As it passed through the sky, the void shook, as if it was about to collapse.

    &nbLin help me kill Qian Feng okay"

    Wang Lin was in mid-air, silent. He raised his head and looked at the sky. Vaguely, he seemed to hear the voice from the heart of the red butterfly before he left

    "As bright as a butterflyAlthough it is short-lived, it fills the heart and makes people unforgettable for a lifetime"

    The red butterfly passed away, leaving only a jade slip and a Kunji whip. These two items floated quietly in the air, exuding a sense of loneliness

    "Qianfeng's artistic conception is an infinite desire. He devours everything and wants to get everything In fact, how can the artistic conception be swallowed up? What Qianfeng needs is not the artistic conception, but the sense of communication with the way of heaven when he understands the artistic conception.  .

    By devouring the artistic conception, you can gain different insights, so that your own artistic conception can be continuously perfected and finally reach perfection"

    Wang Lin held the jade slip, which was recorded by Hongdie observing the dry wind over the years.

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    There has been controversy in these two book review areas because of Aoshu¡¯s posts. In fact, this kind of thing has happened since Xian Ni wrote the book, and there are many, many, countless.  There is no need to be serious, just calm down during the Chinese New Year. Of course, if you really ask me to comment, I will naturally choose to stand here, Xian Ni reader Aoshu, no matter what time, this is the case.

    Alas, I hope my words will not cause any bigger disputes. Let me live a good year peacefully. Those readers who are not immortals (To be continued. If you want to know what happens after the funeral,  Please log in to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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