When Wang Lin stepped into the gate of light, when he appeared, there was no one on the altar, as if everyone had disappeared. Looking around, he was the only one standing on the altar.
A jade slip, floating in the air, exudes a soft light.
Wang Lin summoned with his right hand, held the jade slip, and swept away his spiritual knowledge. Inside was a map, and the map pointed to Zhuqueshan!
He was silent for a little while sitting cross-legged on the ground. In the battle with Hongdie, he was seriously injured. At this moment, his cultivation base is unstable. Even after taking the pill, he cannot recover in a short time. He can only make slight adjustments. If he wants to fully recover, he needs to be closed. Healing.
After a long time, the sky darkened, Wang Lin stood up and patted the storage bag, and the mosquitoes flew out. Wang Lin sat up on it, a divine thought came out, and continued to meditate.
The night in Suzaku Kingdom is extremely quiet, the moon hangs in the sky, and the moon shines on the earth.
Three days later, a strange scene appeared in the forbidden area behind Zhushan Mountain.
Suzaku Mountain is the sacred place of the Suzaku Kingdom. This mountain has the Suzaku's bedroom, and behind this mountain is a forbidden place. No one can enter without Suzaku's approval.
The forbidden area is not big, just a huge cave.
The cave is divided into four floors. At this moment, in the second floor, there are two deep pools.
Two deep pools. Both exude bursts of white gas. It's just that after this white gas floats to the top of the cave, it will undergo completely different changes.
White gas in one of the deep pools. It immediately turned into frost on the top and spread to the surroundings. Another vain gas. It immediately turned into countless red dew. Disappeared in the top cliff.
These two deep pools. A cold and a hot!
Cold pool. Thirty thousand years of ice water taken from Tianshuangxing. The Vermillion Bird Kingdom spent a great price in exchange for it.
Yantan. Thirty thousand years of immortal fire taken from the flame star. It also cost a great price.
Around the two pools, there are ninety-nine best spirit stones, arranged in two different formations, exuding bursts of unimaginable spiritual power.
At this moment, don't sit cross-legged with a man and a woman in the two pools.
Men sit in Yantan, and women sit in Hantan! They all wear only light clothes, meditate and vomit.
The man's appearance is not handsome, but he has a wicked air. This breath is not annoying, on the contrary, there is an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
The appearance of a woman is not worse than that of a red butterfly. It is not an exaggeration to describe her natural talent and national color. In addition, compared with her appearance, a woman has an inner charm, which adds more charm under the radiance.
If Wang Lin was here, she would definitely find this woman familiar!
At this time, an old man with red glow all over his body floated into the cave, and stopped in front of the two. The appearance of the old man was exactly the same as the dirty old man who gave Wang Lin straw hat back then, but the breath of the two is completely different, obviously not the same. !
After a long time, the old man slowly said: "Dry wind!"
The man in Yantan immediately opened his eyes, his eyes became more evil and strange. After he saw the old man, his expression remained the same, and Shen said, "See the ancestor for the dry wind."
"Red Butterfly is in the secret room, go and devour her spiritual power and artistic conception!" The old man in the red light, his voice was full of vicissitudes.
The man's eyes flashed, and he said solemnly: "Red Butterfly? But the Proud Girl of the Snow Country..." When he said the Proud Girl of the Sky, this person added lips, and a trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
"It is this woman who made a breakthrough in her desperate mood in the battle with Zeng Niu, and she is about to reach her first Consummation, but she has not yet fully realized it. After you swallow it, there will be more desperate mood in her mood! As soon as the final apocalypse is lost, there is a little more certainty. This old lady has been searching for many years before she found it, and she has raised it to this day." The old man said slowly.
The man stood up, and immediately bursts of white air emanated from his body. He walked out of Yantan, his eyes showed evil light, and he said to himself: "Zeng Niu... I wonder if he can take it with his current cultivation level. A blow to my cultivation base!"
"It's a pity for this lady Hongdie... She's getting old, but she can't bear some things... Well, you go." The old man sighed lightly.
The man smiled slightly and said: "Ancestor, every time you are a pity, the title of Suzaku will not arise from these monks who are called out. There will be no one else except me and the younger sister!"
As he said, his body slowly dissipated and disappeared.
In the secret room, the red butterfly meditated cross-legged and resumed her cultivation. After a long time, she opened her eyes and whispered: "Zeng Niu, next time, I will kill you!"
"I will fulfill this wish for you!" A gentle voice suddenly appeared in the secret room.
"Who?" Red Butterfly's eyes narrowed.
The evil man walked out of nothingness. He glanced at Hongdie and smiled and said, "It's dry wind!" As he said, his right hand moved forward at will.
Red Butterfly's complexion changed, and his left hand pinched the Jue, and suddenly a red light spread out from his body.
The man shook his head with a trace of sarcasm in his eyes. The right finger did not stop, and Hongmang immediately collapsed below one point. His finger pressed against the center of Hongdie's brow.
Hongdie trembled and was about to struggle, but the man's fingers looked like a mountain. After pressing down, she was unable to resist.
"What are you going to do!!" Hongdie's eyes were composure.
Qian Feng's eyes were full of evil light, he leaned down, and whispered in Hongdie's ear: "I want your artistic conception and the four innate spirits..."
The master of Hongdie calculated the disaster of Hongdie, but unfortunately, he counted the wrong person. The real disaster for Hongdie was not Wang Lin, but the dry wind!
Inside the cave in the forbidden area, the old man in the red light sighed again.
"It's a pity... Suzaku, there is only one." The old man glanced away and fell on the woman in Hantan, and said in a deep voice: "Liu Mei!"
The woman in the cold pool, with her eyes open, her eyes calm, looking at the old man.
This woman is surprisingly the willow eyebrow of the gods back then!
"Your thousand fantasy body has been cultivated in many countries, and you have a sense of heaven. Among them, there is a clone, worshiping the Profound Dao Sect of Zhao Kingdom. Do you still remember a person named Wang Lin? This Wang Lin is the disciple of Zhao Guo Hengyue School!" the old man said in a deep voice.
Liu Mei's eyes showed a contemplative color. After a long time, he nodded and said softly: "The disciple has some impressions, but not deep."
"Then Zeng Niu is Wang Lin!"
There was no color in Liu Mei's eyes, but he nodded quietly without speaking.
"Originally, what I prepared for you was the Zhou Yi of the Five Sects. The infatuated mood of this son is rare in the world. If you can leave a figure in his Dao's heart and turn his infatuation into you... It's a pity... this person is in the fairyland. Missing."
Liu Mei was silent.
"You are going to pass, and that Zeng Niu should be coming soon. You contact him, no matter what method you use, you will leave your figure in his Dao heart, and use this person as a furnace to achieve your artistic conception. At time, his life and death reincarnation mood will also be controlled by you. In this way, you will have a better chance of succeeding the title of Vermilion Bird than Feng'er!" The old man glanced at Liu Mei and said.
Liu Mei sighed secretly, bit his lower lip, and fell silent.
"Huh? You don't want it?" The old man's eyes flashed slightly, not angry.
"Disciple follow!" Liu Mei whispered.
The old man raised his head and looked into the distance. His gaze seemed to penetrate the cave, penetrate the distance, and landed on an old man who was eating chicken legs in a certain level of cultivation home.
"Junior brother, among the four you chose, this Zeng Niu is the weakest one. I arranged this, and you wouldn't mind it!"
"The old man is going to retreat again. I hope that when you leave the customs next time, you have already succeeded." After a long time, the old man retracted his gaze, and the red light flashed and disappeared into the cave.
Liu Mei stood up, her thin clothes clinging to her body, revealing an excellent figure with unevenness. She sighed and walked out of the cold lake. With a wave of her right hand, a white mist rose from her body and the mist dissipated. Later, reveal the peerless beauty within.
The body is wrapped in pale pink garb, and white gauze is covered, revealing the beautifully-lined neck and clearly visible clavicle. The pleats of the skirt are flowing to the ground like snow and moon, and it is more than three feet away.
Three thousand green silks are tied up with a hair band, and a strand hangs on the chest. The skin is like snow, and the faint red feeling on the cheeks creates a charming and touching delicateness. The whole person is like a butterfly flying in the wind, and like Clear and clear ice and snow...
She, Liu Mei, is more moving and more beautiful than before.
"Wang Lin... is that the young man who carried a big sword in the Hengyue school... Yes, he was the first person with clear eyes that year. Unexpectedly, in five hundred years, he has already walked into the ancestor. In the eyes of this person, this person is not simple..." Liu Mei sighed lightly and walked out of the cave.
"Let him have my figure in his Dao's heart, this matter is not difficult... Just, do this, right..." Liu Mei's eyes showed a trace of confusion.
At this moment, the evil man named Qianfeng floated from a distance, and behind him, there was another person, Red Butterfly.
It's just that Red Butterfly's eyes were hollow, and there was no vitality in his body, like a puppet.
Liu Mei's eyes were flat, he glanced at Hongdie, and said nothing.
The dry wind fell three feet away in front of Liu Mei, smiled slightly, showing white teeth, and said gently: "Junior Sister, are you leaving the customs?"
Liu Mei nodded and said softly, "Brother Qianfeng, the person behind you is Red Butterfly?"
Gan Feng smiled and said, "Hongdie is dead. She is my concubine Luding, whose name is called Unfeeling."
Liu Mei looked at Hongdie carefully, a trace of unbearable flashes in his eyes, and he sighed lightly and left the entrance of the cave. She knew that the vitality and artistic conception of this red butterfly had all disappeared, completely becoming a puppet of dry wind.
A generation of beautiful girls, such an end, she feels a little melancholy in her heart. In recent years, Red Butterfly is the third person to be swallowed up with artistic conception and vitality. Every time it swallows one, the cultivation base of Dry Wind will increase a lot.
The ancestors had already desperate to cultivate the future Suzaku.
Qian Feng's eyes flashed with evil light, staring at Liu Mei's back, and whispered: "Junior sister, one day, one day, you will become my concubine! Unfeeling, what do you think?"
The red butterfly behind him was motionless, his eyes were dull, as if there was only one withered bone left.