At this moment, thousands of miles away from where Wang Lin and Red Butterfly were, Zhou Wutai sprinted away. His cultivation was not in the infant stage, and his speed was not as fast as Wang Lin, and he kept chasing afterwards.
The moment when the scimitar was galloping past, he was shocked, the speed he had never seen in his life.
While flying, Zhou Wutai frowned suddenly. The figure stopped immediately and looked behind him. In the sky behind him, a piece of red light roared, and the whole world was reflected in red in the dense tumbling clouds.
Even the dimensional cracks in the sky were quickly dissipated one by one under the impact of this red cloud at this moment.
Zhou Wutai sighed secretly, and immediately stood up respectfully and stood motionless.
The red cloud was like an ancient fierce beast, whizzing through the sky. When Zhou Wutai was in the sky, an old voice came from within: "Come in!"
Zhou Wutai hurriedly said yes, and when his body moved, it turned into a Changhong and flew into the red cloud.
In the red cloud, I saw a vicissitudes of old man, wearing a red dress, carrying his hands, his eyes like electricity, looking far away. He didn't move, but the red cloud under his feet flew forward at a fast speed.
Zhou Wutai stood beside the old man with a respectful expression.
"Zhou Wutai see seniors."
The old man nodded slightly, his gaze swept away. His gaze seemed to penetrate the distance, and at a glance, he fell thousands of miles away. Where Wang Lin and Hongdie were fighting, he was silent for a while, and said flatly, "Where is the purple core?"
Zhou Wutai said solemnly: "I met Wang Lin on the way with Zixin, and then Zixin left alone."
The old man sighed lightly, and said, "Finally, leave her alone, let me go to Lingshan here!" After the old man finished speaking, the red cloud under his feet galloped toward Lingshan faster.
This old man is a skylark!
The immortal survivors use the runes of Xuzu's skull. With its twelve-leaf cultivation base, the restriction of the Suzaku Tomb was temporarily broken, and Skylark was sent into it.
However, if the ancestor is alive, the restriction of the crystal of star repair may be completely broken by virtue of the cultivation base. However, the people of the Immortal Remains clan, after all, are cracked by the power of the rune in the skull, and naturally cannot be perfect. Although the skylark is sent, there is a time limit, once it exceeds a certain time. When the power of the rune dissipates, Skylark will be directly obliterated by the strange power in the crystal of repairing stars.
Therefore, as soon as he entered this place, he didn't waste any time, galloping at the fastest speed, straight to the center of this place, Lingshan.
At this moment, the dry wind was rushing towards Lingshan, Skylark was also leaping, except for the two of them. Some people also all came here one after another, galloping toward the center of the Suzaku Tomb.
Among these people, there are people from the immortal family, and there are also monks.
At this moment, on the top of Lingshan, there was an old man who had come here long ago. This man looked ordinary, but his eyes were full of blood. On its shoulders, there is a little monkey sitting squatting, a pair of monkey eyes are more red!
This old man was standing on the top of Lingshan Mountain. Here, there was a huge door in the void, and bursts of dazzling golden light radiated from the edges of them.
This door is about a hundred meters high, straight into the sky, and there is a crack in it at this moment, like a scar, very eye-catching.
The old man looked at them, his eyes reddened, and a sullen smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, sitting cross-legged on the ground, meditating. The little monkey on his shoulder looked around, a pair of monkey eyes with red awns.
Let's talk about Wang Lin and Hongdie here.
The crystal rose in front of Hongdie exudes a delicate charm, and the phantom of the red butterfly on it is the very deep trace of consciousness that Hongdie hides. This is the real woman!
He looked at Wang Lin with a rich color of pride in his eyes, and said softly: "Zeng Niu, let's do it... Kill me... This kind of life that has lost my mind is useless. I, Red Butterfly, would rather die than survive..."
Wang Lin looked at the red butterfly, and scenes with this woman flashed in his mind.
"The proud girl of the sky, but she ended up like this, sad!" Wang Lin sighed lightly. What he saw in the red butterfly phantom was not pride, but a trace of deep sorrow and heart sorrow.
In this sorrow, there is a deep pain, which makes people look forward to, and my heart is shocked.
"Red Butterfly, I will perfect you..." Wang Lin's eyes condensed, and he waved his battle axe suddenly. He leaped up, and he roared in the air, and the battle axe in his hand dropped out, like a meteor surrounding lightning, and went straight to the red butterfly.
This axe brought a strong breath. As the sky flicked across, the void shook as if it was about to collapse.
It smashed into the ground, and before it was approaching, cracks appeared on the ground.
The red butterfly raised his head and looked at the giant axe. On the rose flower in front of him, that trace of divine consciousness turned into green smoke and penetrated into the body's eyebrows. At this moment, the red butterfly's eyes no longer have the intent to fight, no longer have. Empty, some, there is a trace of clarity, a trace of pride, a trace of sadness, a trace of hatred.
A smile slowly appeared at the corner of Hongdie's mouth. This kind of smile was extremely happy, which was rarely seen on her face.
At this moment, she was like an innocent girl, letting go of all her spiritual obsessions. A monstrous fighting spirit vented from the axe that whizzed down from the sky. At this moment, it seemed that there was an invisible giant who was holding a giant axe, descending from the sky, slashing down crazily.
Although the smile on Hong Die's face is beautiful, there is still a deep pride in this smile. This pride is all of Hong Die's.
Hongdie spends her life in pride. She is dying at this moment, still proud, arrogantly flying over the clouds and red like a butterfly... The battle axe pierced through the air, and a vain wind broke through the air around the axe, following the sides. There were bursts of loud rumbling noises from the gallop, echoing between the heaven and the earth.
Today, Hongdie’s life is less than three hundred years. Her short life is like that butterfly. Although it is momentary, its Jiang Li and her arrogance make all those who come into contact with her unforgettable for life!
Although her arrogance makes many people dislike her, and although her unfeeling makes many people unable to get close, she is Hongdie!
Proud red butterfly!
The battle axe is close to the body, only less than ten feet away from the red butterfly. An aura that destroys the world and destroys the earth. From the battle axe, at this moment, if the red butterfly wants to resist, she has the qualification to resist. If she wants to dodge, she has This strength flickered, but she did not resist, she did not flicker, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and the pride revealed in it became more and more sense.
It's just that there is a trace of regret in the pride. Although it is hidden deeply, Wang Lin still sees it.
In Hongdie's eyes, she seemed to see the master, the master's voice and smile, the kindness of teaching in her childhood, and the coexistence of kindness and stern words in her teenage years. This scene appeared in her eyes.
In addition to the master, there was a figure in her eyes. It was a thin young man. The look in this young man's eyes was always so gentle, just looking at herself silently.
Seeing this figure, Hong Die smiled at the corner of her mouth.
The picture in the eye. It was always flashing, and finally, it was fixed on a young man. The love in this person's eyes was extremely strong. For the red butterfly, he did not hesitate to steal the Kunji whip, and he did not hesitate to...
"Goodbye..." Red Butterfly's beauty slowly solidified.
Tomahawk, immerse yourself!
The rose in front of Hongdie immediately emits dazzling red awns, and the petals are flying in the surrounding area one by one, before finally falling into virtual control.
A trace of blood was left at the corner of Hongdie's mouth, and his eyes were dim, but between his eyebrows, the thick sense of pride remained.
"When the flowers bloom next year, there will be roses in full bloom on the Vermillion Bird, and in the northern plains, there will be a blue rose in full bloom, Wang Lin, that is my gift to you..."
The rose that has lost its petals, only has its stamen, collapses, turns into fly ash, and dissipates when the battle axe is on its way.
The center of her eyebrows appeared, with a trace of red marks and blood secreted, which was shocking.
"Red Butterfly, you have a catastrophe in this life! The second catastrophe is the front line of life and death. You have passed it. Your life is flat. If you can't get through it, then you can only die with hatred. Master has worked out this hexagram for you with all his life's hard work. Be careful. …"
"Hongdie, I am afraid that your disaster was due to this Zeng Niu. Zeng Niu will not be able to keep it!"
The red butterfly's eyes were filled with blood, and there was a red mist in front of her eyes.
"Master, you have calculated the catastrophe of Red Butterfly, but unfortunately, only the person who has calculated the final calamity, can't calculate it, the dry wind that gave Red Butterfly this catastrophe..."
The tomahawk whizzed through directly through Hongdie's body and sank into the ground with a bang.
On the ground, a deep pit was left, a trace of black smoke scattered from it, spreading out the armor of the red butterfly, a trace of cracks appeared, one after another of the tortoise cracks, spreading on it, and finally Permeated all corners.
She closed her eyes, slammed her body, and turned into a blood mist... The breeze blew, and the blood mist slowly dissipated, turning into a little bloody crystal light, permeating the heaven and earth.
"Wang Lin... Help me... Kill dry wind... Okay..."
Wang Lin was in mid-air and was silent. He raised his head and looked to the sky, vaguely, as if he heard the divine thought that came from the heart before leaving the butterfly... The bright red like a butterfly... Although it is short, it permeates the heart and makes a life unforgettable. … The red butterfly passed away, leaving only a jade slip and a Kunji whip. These two items floated quietly in the air, exuding a color of loneliness...
"The artistic conception of dry wind is an infinite desire. He swallows everything and wants to get all the actual artistic conception. How can it be swallowed? What dry wind needs is not the artistic conception, but the sense of communicating with heaven when he perceives the artistic conception.
By devouring the artistic conception, you can obtain different insights, so that you can continuously improve your own artistic conception, and finally achieve completeness..."
Wang Lin held the jade slip. On it, it was recorded by Red Butterfly over the years, observing the dry wind.