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The scene changed again. The boy grew up and returned to the land that was destroyed before. The seven-day red moon was devastated and blood flowed into rivers In this scene, the colorful light also existed.
In another scene, a river of blood rose into the sky, killing many monks who came from a distance. The man in green clothes turned around and left with sadness.
Wang Lin looked at the pictures flickering in the blood mist, and his heart was shaken. He saw Qing Shui's past, saw Qing Shui step into the fairy world, and saw Qing Shui's face in the picture no longer had the evil spirit, but showed a happy look. .
Next to him, stood a woman. This woman was not extremely beautiful, but she showed a gentleness. She looked at the clear water softly, with a sweet smile on her face.
In front of the two of them, there was an old man. This old man was Bai Fan. His expression was kind and he looked at the two of them lovingly, as if he was saying something.
However, in this picture, there is still that colorful light faintly appearing in the sky, and the indifferent eyes are staring at Qingshui with a hint of strangeness. This look appeared many times. The more Wang Lin looked at it, the weirder it became. This look was like looking at another version of himself in the mirror
The blood mist surged, and in a flash, the picture inside changed immediately. What was revealed this time was a drastic change that made Wang Lin's eyes look solemn and sad!
In that picture, Qingshui was sitting cross-legged on the top of a mountain peak, and while he was breathing, suddenly the colorful man in the sky stretched out his right hand and pointed downward.
At this point, Qingshui's body suddenly shook, his eyes suddenly opened, his mind was replaced by a bloody light and killing, and an earth-shattering roar came from his mouth, echoing throughout the fairy world! Similarly, in the distance of this picture, Bai Fan is also there. He is staring blankly at the sky with an expression of disbelief. He seems to feel something faintly!
Qingshui, you¡¯re crazy!
The killing that almost stagnated on him for a long time came to the immortal world at the moment of his madness. Under the endless killing, Wang Lin saw many cultivators from the Thunder Immortal Realm died miserably in the hands of Qing Shui. He was like a bloodthirsty demon, crossing the border. Kill more and more crazy!
Until that picture, in front of Qing Shui, the woman appeared. The woman's eyes showed sadness, but she was still gentle. She died in Qing Shui's hands, but her face hid the pain, but looked at Qing Shui softly, raising her head. The jade hand he raised seemed to touch his lover's face, but in the end, he put it down feebly, closed his eyes, and seemed to say a word
It was these words, as well as the hot blood before his death, that made the crazy Qingshui wake up in an instant, and let out a shocking scream that can only be heard when despair reaches its limit! !
With this sorrowful roar, the picture collapsed, and under the movement of the blood mist, it actually repeated itself, starting from the earliest painting, and the cycle continued.
It seems that there is a mysterious force that uses this cruel method to constantly let Qingshui resurface the memory, leaving it forever in the midst of killing, madness, and sorrow, and making it impossible to escape forever.
Using this method to stimulate Qingshui, the killing source in his body will slowly grow stronger and become more solid
Wang Lin felt the same way. He only knew Qing Shui's story a little bit before, but seeing it with his own eyes now made him even more sad. He felt sad for Qing Shui's life and what happened to Qing Shui.
"Senior Brother Qingshui, I, Wang Lin, have tried my best to rescue you today!" Wang Lin looked determined and turned around suddenly. He no longer looked at the circulating scene in the blood mist, but walked straight towards the scene like a rainbow. The Xuanwu real body below that suppressed the Soul of Qingshui left!
This Xuanwu is as big as the entire Colorful World. Although it has been petrified, the aura coming from it is extremely powerful. As Wang Lin approaches, the aura can be felt more and more clearly.
He even had the illusion that Xuanwu was not dead, but sleeping!
"If you want to save Qingshui, you must first unlock its soul!" With Wang Lin's knowledge of formation restraints, he could already see that this petrified basalt was the key to breaking through this formation!
If the Xuanwu that suppresses his soul is not destroyed first, it will be impossible to remove the ten sharp thorns on Qingshui's body! Wang Lin is sure of this!
He suddenly ran straight down while taking a step. He raised his right hand and clenched his fist. The Taoist power in his body suddenly condensed and turned into an illusory fist, heading straight for the Xuanwu.
As soon as the fist came out, there was immediately a strong wind, and it landed directly on the back of Xuanwu below. However, with a loud bang, Xuanwu's whole body was shaken, but there was no damage at all.
On the contrary, there was a powerful force that rolled back and landed in front of Wang Lin, causing Wang Lin's body to be immediately hit by the force of the roll back.All the power was destroyed when it exploded!
The sky roared, and Wang Lin's body was shaken. He swallowed the blood that was about to spurt out, and borrowed all the power of the impact that fell on his body, integrating it into himself. With the help of the other party's power, he His body retreated towards the petrified basalt below at an unprecedented speed!
The speed of its retreat was so fast that it almost fell from the air in the blink of an eye. The moment it fell close to Xuanwu, Wang Lin suddenly turned around. For the first time in his life, after bursting out the power of the ancient god, he used the power of both hands at the same time. He clenched his fists with both hands and roared, slamming into the back of the petrified Xuanwu!
¡°Crush it to me!!¡±
The entire colorful world suddenly shook at this moment, the earth trembled, and the world seemed to collapse. As Wang Lin's fists fell, the hard petrified basalt back made a violent cracking sound! (To be continued. If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com