In the middle of the night, the bright moon was in the sky, and in this moonlight, a hideous black shadow gradually came from far to near under the moonlight.
On the back of this mosquito, there was a person standing with long hair moving with the wind, full of a sense of elegance. He was standing on top of the mosquitoes with his hands on his back, wearing a blue shirt, even more upright.
This person is Wang Lin!
Mosquito beasts gradually came, and underneath it was a mortal city. Here is where the mortal city of Zhou is located.
There are attic ridges everywhere, and in a long river that runs from north to south in the city, there are only flowers and boats. Although it is the third watch, it is bright and bright. The sound of poetry and poetry is heard from time to time, and there is also the beauty of the Yingbird woman. Laughing softly adds to the prosperity of this place.
Wang Lin glanced at the flowers and boats, and swiped down with the mosquitoes, like a ghost, drifting directly across the long river, like a flying fairy from the sky, silent.
Inside the flower boat, there is the swinger Xu Shixun. I went out to blow the air, opened the curtain, and looked at it at first glance, but I saw the vague back of the mosquito and beast, and immediately lost his drunkenness. In the east of the city, over a luxurious and huge mansion, bursts of cheers, laughter, music and chanting are endless. Standing on top of the mosquito beast, Wang Lin said flatly, "Situ, it's time to go!"
After a short while, all the sounds of Quyue in the mansion stopped abruptly. At this moment, it was a mansion, and there was no sound at this moment. All the good Buddhas were all rigid. A boy wearing a purple robe walked out of it, his face showing reluctance, and sighed: "I haven't enjoyed enough yet. If you cultivate the Taoism, cultivate a shit way, the life of the Prince of Lao Zi is better, happy. At ease, no one dared to mess with it."
Wang Lin looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and slowly said, "It's time to hit the road!"
"Wait a minute, how can I say that the little emperor of Zhou Dynasty is also very good to me, I will give him some benefits!" Situ Nan shook his body and disappeared in place.
After half a stick of incense, Situ Nan's figure suddenly appeared next to Wang Lin, laughed, and roared: "Go! Leaving Vermilion Star!!!"
He said, stepping on the mosquito beast, the mosquito beast was afraid of him, sobbing at this moment, the body rushed forward, turning into a solitary shape, and rushed directly into the nine heavens.
With the speed of the mosquito beast getting faster and faster, straight into the sky wind, after this period of wind, you can completely leave the Vermilion Star!
When the mosquito beast rushed into the wind, it was put into the storage bag by Wang Lin in a flash, and then Wang Lin's entire body, like a meteor, rushed into the wind in an instant.
Situ Nan was faster, and Wang Lin stepped into the wind. The Tiantian Gang wind rushed towards his face, and the powerful pressure was like Mount Tai pressing the top. Situ Nan laughed wildly and roared: "Give me away!"
With a roar of power, the entire Gangfeng suddenly seemed to be torn apart by the invisible big hands in Situ Nan and Wang Lin's dry wind. Layers of Gangfeng quickly retreated and opened a passage.
The wind above the sky is an intangible thing, which can only be touched by the body, but at this moment, the wind is tumbling in the clouds, and there are countless ripples. In a blink of an eye, the ripples spread to the whole.
At this moment, no matter whether it was a mortal or a monk on Vermilion Star, all raised their heads.
In their eyes, the sky suddenly became bright and colorful, and the colorful rays of light shone endlessly.
On Zhuque Mountain, Zhou Wutai was wearing a red robe, standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the sky, with a trace of emotion in his eyes.
Behind him were several people, all of whom were the latest batch of Zhuqueshan deacons selected. Responsible for conveying every order of Zhou Wutai.
"Brother Wang, go all the way!" Zhou Wutai muttered to himself. The scenes of acquaintance with Wang Lin continued to pass through Zhou Wutai's mind, from a mere prince of a mortal in the Four Sects Alliance, all the way to the Four Sects. The alliance was destroyed, and finally all the way to the present, it was Wang Lin who gave up the title of Vermillion Bird and gave it to him.
All of this, Zhou Wutai looked back, as if he was dreaming. The so-called years are rushing, and things are happening in Sang Tian, this is how...
Zhao Guo, all the royal family members, raised their heads to look at the sky, Wang Zhuo stared at the sky blankly, and sighed slightly.
Beside him, there was a fourteen-five-year-old boy who was quite handsome. At this moment, he whispered: "Grandpa grandpa, is another grandpa grandpa in the sky?"
Wang Zhuo touched the young man's head, and said flatly: "Yes, he is the person that grandpa grandfather admires most in his life, my brother!"
In the country of Chu, in the jungle next to the valley, a huge and mighty tiger was roaring, pounced on a wild boar, easily killed it, thrown it to the back, behind it, Followed by seven or eight female tigers.
The tiger raised his head and roared, but his voice suddenly stopped. It looked at the sky with tiger eyes and stood motionless.
"Finally left, when the tiger master saw him, his heart felt cold." After a while, the tiger roared again, with a hint of joy in his voice.
It turned around, took the many female tigers behind him, and ran toward the depths of the jungle, looking for the next prey.
Xiao Bai was always waiting. It was waiting for Zhou Ru's call. It always felt like Zhou Ru would come and take it away one day.
In the Chu State, in Phoenix Village, Zhou Ru's parents were sitting in the courtyard, looking at Zhou Ru, laughing openly. A family of three was talking about something, suddenly Zhou Ru raised his head and looked towards the sky.
"Uncle..." Zhou Ru stared at the sky blankly. She could vaguely sense that Uncle, was slowly leaving, getting farther and farther away from her. This distance, infinitely extended, was like a lifetime...
Zhuquexing, the place where the immortal remains, Skylark, sitting on a lonely mountain, looking at the sky.
His complexion was vicissitudes of life, and he was older than he was a year ago. He was in the tomb of Suzaku and was seriously injured. After returning, he recovered slightly after a year of healing. But the vitality was already hurt, and the feeling of lifespan was approaching, a feeling of fatigue, could not help but float in his heart.
The lifespan of the immortal survivors is slightly longer than that of monks. Otherwise, with Skylark’s cultivation base, the lifespan should be cut off and die many years ago.
"The posterity is terrible..." After a long time, Skylark sighed.
In the place where the immortal remains, tens of thousands of miles away from Skylark, a young man with golden runes flashing all over his body looked up at the sky with a trace of melancholy on his face.
"Brother Wang, you still remember me..." This person is the young patriarch of the immortal bereaved clan. He has a tortuous story on his body. In the tomb of the Vermillion Bird, he did not catch up with the robbing of the crystal repairing star, but he also No life was lost.
"Brother Wang, I will also leave Vermilion Star next time. I hope that one day, you and I can meet again!"
At this moment, the entire Vermilion Star and all the monks felt the fluctuations in the sky. With their gazes, Wang Lin and Situ Nan rushed out of the wind and stepped into the starry sky.
On Vermilion Star, the ancestors of the troll tribe under the corpse Yin Sect, cry for help constantly.
In the land of the ancient gods, the sound of wild laughter still echoed, and the day he got out of trouble was not far away.
In Xiu Demon Sea, the rumors about the hundred-day slaying order of ten thousand demons have been reverberating among those demon cultivators for a long time...
A legend, a monk named Wang Lin, left a shadow everywhere on Vermilion Star...