There was no earth-shattering noise, no bright fire.
Some are just the world of lights in the palm of your hand, disappearing under the sky.
The Renzong is still the Renzong.
The peaks are all there, shrouded in clouds and mist.
The Keren Sect was already empty, with no sign or breath of anyone, and all the scriptures and classics had disappeared.
After hundreds of years in this world, Zhang Lindao finally made his way home.
It's just that when he came, he was in high spirits, but when he left, he was almost exhausted.
There should be no chance for him to come back to this world, but his disciple, the hope he saw raised by Renzong, would come to this world again.
At that time, it will be the moment when his strategy is fully revealed.
For his disciple Yang Miaozhen, he planned the entire world, the road to supremeness, and the eternal life he planned for the human sect.
This was the first time that Zhao Wujiang saw Renzongdao Zhang Lindao actually take action.
The world collapsed, and the Taoist leader of the Human Sect was able to display his venerable cultivation. The light in his palm really amazed Zhao Wujiang, as if the world was in the palm of one person, and he could see the mountains, rivers, sun and moon in his palm.
At the same time, Zhao Wujiang breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Xuanyuan Jing, Dugu Mingyue and others leave.
He didn't know what state he was in now, like a soul, more like a spectator mode in the game.
You can observe, but you can't do anything.
He saw the Wolf God roar angrily, and countless white hairs fell on the people and warriors of the Grassland Royal Court who had received his luck from Zhao Wujiang.
Then a white-haired fan appeared out of thin air. The fan looked like a mountain, gently fanning the people with white hair.
The breeze blew by, and nothing grew, and no grass grew or warblers flew. These people who were given velvet hairs flew towards the sky one after another, like dandelions, and disappeared into the sky.
Zhao Wujiang looked at the high priest Linlang, who was dressed in red like fire, with eyebrows like distant mountains while sleeping, and who was exceptionally peaceful.
His mood was extremely complicated. Linlang's love was hot and he had no hesitation. He felt the demon pill, which was purple-red with a hint of grass green, extremely hot and heavy.
He didn't need to think about what the demon pill was, he knew that it should have a great relationship with Linlang, and even involve life.
But it shouldn't be of any use to him.
But beauty is so kind, and he feels that this shouldn't be the case. Why should he give up most of his life for a mortal like him?
The dazzling beauty is like a fiery red sunset, floating under the sky, swaying, swaying with the wind, and lingering for a long time, as if it is extremely reluctant to leave this world.
Zhao Wujiang saw Mu Qianqian still sitting on the rubble of the ruins, her little feet swaying slightly, and a small toad appeared in her hand. The toad was covered in colorful bulges.
Mu Qianqian seemed a little angry and punched the colorful little toad hard. The little toad was swollen by the punch and became as big as a palace.
Mu Qianqian jumped up, jumped on the toad's back, and stood on the bag that looked like a small slope. There were also some men and women from the Miao border around him. Their expressions were respectful and horrified, and they buried their heads and did not dare to look directly at Mu Qianqian.
The toad also jumped up into the sky.
Mu Qianqian kept beating the bag on the little toad's back, as if she was letting off steam.
Zhao Wujiang had some doubts. This toad turned out not to be like this. The bumps and bumps on its body were all hammered out by Mu Qianqian.
The little toad had a bitter look on its face and cried out in grievance.
Behind the little toad, there is a moonlight following.
The moonlight is like silver-white silk thrown into the sky, and like a Milky Way full of stars.
Zhao Wujiang knew that this should be the Moon God of the Western Regions who had never appeared when he was forcing himself.
I just don’t know how many people are in this moonlight that looks like a Milky Way.
Watching everyone leave, Zhao Wujiang felt a sense of loss.
Could this state of my own be a reflection of my past, or could it be the remnant of my will in this world after death?
However, it doesn't matter anymore. Even if it is a big dream, you should wake up from the dream.
