"So that's it..."
Zhang Lindao clutched the oil lamp tighter and tighter, his bones becoming emaciated and white.
His breathing became rapid, and the candlelight of the oil lamp became dimmer. With his last instinct, he looked far south and saw Zhao Wujiang in the Divine Demon Gate of Nanhe Continent in the Southern Divine Water Region.
"So that's it..."
He also saw more, saw the invisible threads on Zhao Wujiang's body.
It seems to be a network that connects countless causes and effects.
"Destiny is like a web, and it goes back and forth. It turns out that I, Zhang Lindao, am also in the game, and I am also a son..."
Zhang Lindao's voice was extremely hoarse, his eyes were blurry, and the oil lamp in his hand could no longer be held. It fell to the ground with a clang, the lamp oil was scattered on the floor, and the light went out.
Death is like a lamp going out, and a person's soul dies when a lamp goes out.
His head dropped, his gray hair was messy and disheveled, his body leaned forward, his head hit the ground hard, and his kneeling posture became a kneeling posture.
Renzong Dao debuted on the road, he was born in Renzong and died in Renzong. He rose due to his exquisite thinking and endless strategies, but fell down due to the pure, kind and sincere heart of human nature.
He lost his breath and sat down to the north and knelt down to the south.
Zhao Wujiang, who was consolidating his cultivation in Nanhe Continent in the south, didn't know.
Because I don’t know, I calmly accept this kneeling, this bow, this line of cause and effect is ended.
Zhao Wujiang's soul was filled with demonic energy, as if the demonic aura and soul had merged into one.
He seemed to sense it and looked towards the distant north, his sight blocked by clouds and moonlight.
He didn't know why, but within three months at the latest, even if he was in the Divine Demon Sect, he would definitely go to Tianbaozhou.
First he wanted to go to Renzong to see how his old friends were doing.
Secondly, if he wants to step into Daolian's secret realm to seek opportunities, it would be best if he could build a physical body of his own so that his soul could have a place to rest, instead of this current body.
To be honest, the appearance of this body is quite handsome, but generally, it is too different from his original appearance.
Moreover, this body has average talents. If you want to cultivate to the realm of the Venerable, it will be even more difficult to seek revenge from Yue Bufan and others in the future. I don’t know how long it will take.
The advantage of this body is that it has a father who is the Seven Tribulations Master and sits on the Golden Mountain.
However, as Yue Bufan is the genius of the Haoran Zhengqi Sect in the Middle-earth Divine Realm, he must have enjoyed a lot of training resources, so the advantages of this body are gone.
If Zhao Wujiang wants to take revenge and protect his important people, he needs to sing all the way on the road of cultivation, become a top powerhouse, and become someone who no one dares to covet and bully.
He doesn't fall twice in one place.
The moonlight was bright, and he walked steadily towards his room step by step.
After two days' trip to the Demon Locking Tower, he was bound to win.
He carefully considered the words of the Seven Tribulations Venerable Wu Dahai.
To be valued so much by Wu Dahai, he repeatedly told his son that there must be great opportunities in the Demon Locking Tower, and he must get this opportunity.
Even if Wu Dahai hadn't specially told him to do whatever it took, he would have gone all out to find ways to get more.
Take by force, plunder.
As soon as he stepped into the door, before closing the door, several pairs of tender jade hands began to rob him, up and down.
Her voice was soft and soft, and every word sounded like a young master.
And he did not shy away from flinching and began to plunder the spring flowers, autumn moon, summer cicadas, and winter snows.
Take Yuan Yin by force and seize spiritual energy.
Under the moonlight, the window bars were half open, and four graceful snow-white bodies were revealed, their delicate bodies swaying back and forth.
Spring flowers and autumn moon are resentful, summer cicadas are shy and winter snow is shy.
The young master is so bold. He left the window open. How embarrassing would it be if someone looked at him?
But despite being so embarrassing and irritating, they just acquiesced in the young master's behavior and at the same time catered to him with coquettish voices.
