The expression in Hong Xianzi's eyes became brighter and brighter. He took a deep breath, and there was a popping sound inside his body. A piece of red mist filled his sweat pores and turned into a bloody coat on his body.
He looked at Wang Lin and bowed his fist.
"Thank you Fengzun!" Looking up and turning around, the red shirt stared at the Palace Master of the penalty hall that day, with a wise glow in his eyes.
"Qin Jiuyan, even if you burn your cultivation base, you won't be able to escape today. You won't die. The old man will be made into a blood body by you, and he will be a great help in my world!" , Turned into a red shadow and went straight ahead.
The black-clothed old man looked pale, even though he was powerful, he was also a monk. At this moment, facing the four of them, he was simply unable to fight. As the red shirt approached, the black-clothed old man quickly backed away.
But behind him, Long Panzi calmly raised his right hand, and the pictures of mountains and rivers roared, scrolling in all directions.
Qing Shui looked cold, raised his right hand and pointed at the black-clothed old man. The five cracks that spread across the old man's face suddenly tore again! Yinyue has the art of clearing, like the marrow into the bone, with its special method, the force of terror continues to erupt.
Wang Lin's complexion was as usual. At the moment when the three of them shot their hands, the right hand raised his eyes and golden light flashed, and a golden glow poured into the tip of his right finger and pointed at the black-clothed old man.
"Certainly!"
This was a battle without suspense. The Seven Colors World collapsed. That day, the Lord of the Palace of Punishment, Qin Jiuyan, was finally defeated and taken away by the red shirt.
The burning soul of Long Panzi finally showed signs of extinguishing with the help of Hongshanzi. He took his injuries and his disciple Chongxuan and left silently, waiting for the next battle inside and outside the world.
Hongshanzi invited Wang Lin to the Battle of Clouds, where he became the soul of the remaining war in the name of veneration, and drove the repairs in the realm to carry out the final counterattack.
Wang Lin didn't go. He got three Dao Fruits. The most important thing right now is to let the three roots come to fruition and explode the empty door to prove Dao before all the repulsive force in the body erupts!
Qingshui left, a seat of Tsing Yi wagging in the starry sky, leaving with his sadness and loneliness, he was going to find his daughter, maybe he could find it, maybe he could not find it in his lifetime.
But no matter what, as long as Wang Lin said a word, he would come back even if he was in the end of the world. Between him and Wang Lin, he didn't need too much words, and Qingshui would never forget the things he had experienced.
For Qing Shui in this starry sky, now there are only two people left for him to care about. One of them is his junior brother Wang Lin.
The relief of the red shirt brought an excitement to the repair in the world, and Zhao He's subduing made the remaining repair in the world seem to see hope!
The death of Master Tianzhao, the addition of Long Panzi, the capture of the Lord of the Palace of Heaven Punishment, etc. all made the cultivation within the realm rekindle their confidence.
There is no Seven Colors Realm in the current world, and there are no more flaws, especially after the war for decades, but all monks have a blood that feels like home to death. They must continue to fight, once they fail. , They can only go with death.
Especially from the mouth of the red shirt, the title reappears! This sentence made the practitioners in the realm raise their heads one by one, making the flames of war in their eyes more intense.
In the Kunxu Star Territory, where it is connected to the Sea of Clouds, Zhaohe, and Luotian, there is a Cultivation Star, which has slowly developed into a huge trading market during the war.
Such cultivation stars, especially in the places where the borders of the four star regions intersect, have appeared many, and monks from the four star regions, on these cultivation stars, trade with each other for the resources they need.
As a result, the four star regions slowly merged together.
At this moment, in this cultivation star named Kunxu Yiling, there are monks from all star regions in the city, and there is an endless stream, and it is very lively.
Among these monks, Sister Zhaohe is the most famous. Although Zhaohe fell and died in many cases, Sister Zhaohe was defeated by many of them in the counterattack that year.
Now although Zhao He had just recovered, as a large number of Zhaohe Sisters returned home from the rest of the star field, Zhao He slowly began to breathe of recovery.
The female cultivators of Zhaohe have the most. The beautiful faces and the fragrance of the daughter’s home that are emitted from the body make the single cultivators of the other three star regions often use their complete solutions and want to find a lifelong companion for themselves. , Or the Taoist couple with a little bit of dew.
With the existence of Zhaohe Sisters, the Fang City is even more lively.
In this city, there are also some inns that provide places for monks who are trading and meditation. In every room in the inn, there are a lot of spirit stones and not many immortal jade.
Even in some inns with profound backgrounds, there is still Yuanyu, which provides the cultivation of vitality for those old monsters.
At this moment, in this middle-sized inn in the east of Fangshi, where the entire cultivation star is permeated, there are many monks sitting on the tables and chairs in the lobby.
Even though monks can fasten, if some fairy fruit wine, or some simple mortal food, they can also evoke memories of the time when they hadn't cultivated. As a result, the inn is often full of seats.
And here, because of the war outside the realm, it is also an opportunity to get to know all the daoists, to learn from each other's magic spells, perhaps a simple acquaintance, and there will be a day of meeting on the battlefield in the future.
At this moment, beside a few tables and chairs in the north of the inn, several monks were sitting, among them a middle-aged scribe, smiling and talking to his fellow Taoists.
"As I said before, I met Feng Zun, but you just don't believe it."
Opposite the scribe, there are two women, both of whom are beautiful, but they look a little different in age. The woman in a pink robe and shawl with hair and shawl is relatively young, so she asked in a soft voice curiously.
"Where did Brother Wu meet the Fengzun?"
The woman in purple next to her looked a little older, she was already a woman, and there were years of vicissitudes in her face. She sat there peacefully and never said a word.
"Miss Xu, don't believe the words of Fellow Daoist Wrinkle. This guy will say the same words every time he meets you Sister Zhaohe. With these words, my ears are almost becoming calluses." The middle-aged man An old man sitting beside the scribe, he interjected with a smile.
"It was in Vermilion Star. The title at the time was far from the current cultivation base. I remember that at that time he was still a minor repairer of pill formation. Speaking of which, I didn't expect that he would become the current title!" The young scribe smiled slightly, paying no attention to the old man's words, and his expression showed emotion.
The woman blinked, showing interest, turned her head to look at the purple-clothed woman next to her, and chuckled.
"Sister, I remember you said that you were from Vermilion Star. Have you ever met Fengzun?"
As soon as he said this, everyone around him, including the middle-aged scribe, fell silent, and looked at the purple-clothed woman together, with shock and admiration in his eyes, with a faint and respectful look.
Even the monks at the other tables in the inn, whoever heard this, stopped talking, but looked at the purple-clothed woman together with respectful expressions.
The middle-aged scribe who had spoken before then hurriedly bowed to the purple-clothed woman with a fist, and said in a low voice: "I have seen fellow Daoist Vermilion Star in East Germany. My previous words were false. I hope Daoists don’t mind. ."
Not only him, but the old man, as well as a large number of monks around him, whether they were from Luo Tian or Kun Xu, they all stood up and held their fists, seeing them one after another.
Especially the few monks from Yunhai stepped forward, clasped fists and bowed.
This kind of thing is not common in the four star regions, but it has happened several times. The honorable name, and this name is not a personal glory, but in exchange for the great events that inspire the entire world. In the minds of the monks in the realm, the honor is the soul of the realm!
The veneration came from Kunxu, and the monk Kunxu often received faint respect in front of the other three star daoists. Although this respect is not much, it does exist. The title was from Kunxu Suzaku star, everyone knew about it, so this Suzaku star was known to all monks.
For the monks of Vermilion Star, naturally there is respect!
However, Vermilion Star is a land of bullets, and there are very few monks who can walk out of it. In this way, there are not many people who can really meet.
But because of this, once you know who the Vermilion Star Brother is, the degree of respect will be very deep.
There is a cloud in Taoism, one person gains the Tao, and the dog and the dog ascend to the sky, and Zhuquexing is respected by the cultivation of the whole world because of Wang Lin. This is not accidental.
The purple-clothed woman seemed a little uncomfortable with such occasions, her face was reddish, her jade hand raised her forehead and pulled the green silk behind her ears. The Daoist friends who had always come to pay her respects, spoke softly, and answered her junior sister's questions.
"I... I should have seen him..." Reminiscences appeared in the woman's eyes, and her words immediately attracted the attention of everyone around them, and they listened.
"It's just that I'm not sure, is the person I met..." the woman sighed lightly.
"Senior Sister Zhou, speak quickly." The pink-clothed woman gently pushed the senior sister beside her.
"At that time, he was called Ma Liang... At that time, he should have just built a foundation, very indifferent and a little ruthless... In the outer battlefield, he returned to the Huo Fen Nation with us. If he is really a feudal lord, then he I met Li Muwan there... Li Muwan, or my best friend... "The purple-clothed woman was a little uncertain, and said softly.
The monks in the surrounding area listened very seriously. It is difficult for them to hear this kind of thing from a Vermillion Bird monk.
There was only a young man in black who was sitting in the distance and occupies a table alone. He drank the wine in his hand silently. His expression was indifferent, with an icy breath permeating, so that strangers shouldn't come near him.
"Master... Where are you..." The young man drank his wine, staring out of the inn in a daze, with longing in his eyes, but in an instant, his body shook and he looked at a white robe who opened the curtain and walked in from outside the inn. The man, his eyes showed disbelief and excitement.