The Vermilion Star radiated a soft glow in the vast sea of stars, and the place visible in the distance was very calm, only an invisible dust made a slight noise, collapsed and shattered.
That dust is the place where Wang Lin Fengzun killed the robbery...
After the old ghost of Zhan disappeared, in the starry sky beyond Suzaku, ripples continued to reverberate, more and more, and finally almost filled the entire starry sky. Within the ripples, silhouettes hurriedly walked out, red shirts, Nanyunzi, Qinglin, Qingshui... etc.
They did not appear at the same time, but came one after another, the majestic consciousness sweeping through layer by layer, and finally locked in the place where the dust collapsed, and everyone was silent.
They couldn't feel Wang Lin's breath, just like when Wang Lin disappeared.
"He didn't die." There was sadness in the red shirt's eyes, and after a long time he said silently.
"The war will start, this matter will surely spread out loud." Qing Lin sighed lightly, looking at the collapsed dust, scenes with Wang Lin back then appeared in front of him.
Qing Shui raised his head and looked at the stars in the distance, with a thick cold light in his eyes, and a slaughter aura diffused from his body and enveloped the surroundings.
"I, on behalf of him... retreat in the Yunhai Battle Platform." Qing Shui closed his eyes, slowly his face gradually changed, and finally turned into Wang Lin's appearance, whose indifferent temperament was somewhat similar to Wang Lin's.
He gave up looking for his daughter and freedom. Instead, he chose to become Wang Lin and retreat on that platform, becoming a symbol.
"Junior Brother, I will give you an explanation about this matter... All those who participated in this matter, whenever I have a chance, I will give it up and take revenge on your behalf!!" Qingshui's closed eyes hide his sorrow.
This killing and robbery, people who came here knew at this moment that Wang Lin could not avoid it. This killing was obviously a plan that had been prepared for a long time by outsiders, which avoided their induction and set off the killing and robbery.
Wang Lin, it is absolutely difficult to escape, and now I am afraid that it will be more ugly...
As the silence passed, everyone gradually dispersed, but the anger held in my heart was like a burning flame, becoming more and more intense...
The Vermilion Star in the distance still exudes soft starlight, as if eternally unchanging, and the people familiar with Wang Lin on it are still immersed in their respective worlds. They don't know what's happening here.
Zhou Wutai was still sitting on the Vermilion Bird statue, drinking wine in silence.
In the city of Emperor Zhao's ancestors, in the ancient courtyards and houses, the tomb was lonely there, just in front of the tomb, but there was no figure of the weeping grief.
Only a few empty jugs were on the ground, and there was no Zeng's wine in them.
Only the huge statue on the Vermilion Star, holding the axe of the sky, staring at the sky godlessly, seems to have become eternal...
A few days later, a young man with a stern expression stood silently under the statue, slowly knelt down, knocked his head, and tears flowed down the corner of his eyes.
"Master, the Thirteenth Society, under the attention of the public, will say that it is your disciple at its peak!!"
A few days later, a beautiful woman with blurred teary eyes and a somewhat old tiger beside her, gently stroked the statue mountain, with tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground.
"Uncle... I am Zhou Ru... I am Xiao Ruer..."
A few days later, a burly man laughed long in front of the statue. He smiled and smiled, tears streaming down his eyes. He was holding two jugs of wine, as if to be drunk with the statue.
After being drunk, the big man began to cry.
"If I didn't guide you in cultivating the way... If we didn't meet it back then... If back then, I took away your Celestial Inverse Pearl... If back then, you were still an ignorant young man..."
A few days later, a stunning woman stood in front of the statue. This stop was a long time. For a long time, she stared at the statue in a daze, until sunrise and sunset, sunset and sunrise, several cycles, silently leaving Go, two tears fell when he turned and left, and fell on the ground, broken.
She is Mu Bingmei.
A few days later, a woman wearing a pink water skirt, tired, came to Suzaku Star, saw the statue, and her eyes showed reminiscence.
"You don't know your concubine, but your concubine knows you..."
A few days later, a few months later... I forgot the process of passing, like the time in the emptiness, there is no end, no end, some, just two broken bodies.
Here, there is a pitch-black nothingness, no creatures, nothing, a deadly existence, eternally long. In this emptiness, there was a bleak blood color, that blood color showed golden glow, and enveloped in an aperture. Within that aperture, Wang Lin's body collapsed in a large area, with scars everywhere.
Beside him, the lunatic’s eyes were closed tightly, his face was as gray as paper, and his body was not hurt at all, but between his foreheads, there was a beam of colorful light. The colorfulness was transformed by a spear, and it couldn’t hurt the lunatic. Destroy the body, but it can hurt the soul after the heavy damage that year, without protection...
This bloody halo was melted by the drop of golden blood that Wang Lin held in his hand before, and gently wrapped the two of them inside. Wang Lin struggling to open his eyes. He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he understood. His own awakening is only a moment.
In the bitterness, Wang Lin saw the unconscious lunatic next to him, his eyes were soft, and in a light sigh, he barely raised his right hand and swiped in front of him several times before opening a storage crack.
The three Dao Fruits flew out, and when he was sucked in, the three Dao Fruits shrank, and finally turned into three rays of light, and merged into Wang Lin's mouth with that huge unimaginable mixed Dao thought.
Wang Lin's eyes revealed the strongest glow of his life. He raised his index finger tiredly, and grasped the lunatic in his left hand, as if he was connected with the other party, his index pointed at the center of his eyebrows and gently dropped.
"Mengdao..." mobilized his last trace of power at the moment, turned it into Taoism, and displayed the third magical power he created in his life, Mengdao.
With the magic of dreaming, fall on oneself and dream back for a thousand years... In that dream, let his three roots of life and death, cause and effect, true and false, be completely accomplished!
With his right hand hanging down weakly, Wang Lin closed his eyes...
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"Brother, brother, wake up..."
"Hey, why are you drunk like this? My inn is going to make a sample, you wake up soon..." In a simple inn beside the official road, the guy in the green cloth coat was very helpless pushing and crawling on. On the table, a drunk young man.
"This is really a scholar, he was so drunk after two glasses." The guy pushed hard.
"He who is the husband of the world, the travel of all things is also... the time is, the passer-by of the generations... And the floating life is like a dream, for the joy of geometry... and for the geometry of joy... Haha, good poetry, good poetry!" The young man was drunk with dim eyes and looked up at the buddy. , Giggled.
"Hehe, let me tell you, I just had a dream... I dreamt that I became a fairy..." the young man said, lying directly on the ground, and fell asleep.