The crazy thoughts in Zhuge Xiaobai's mind seemed to be buried by the dust and smoke gradually rising in front of him.
He stopped thinking.
In any case, whether it is Zhao Wujiang, Zhao Wushang, the demon god, or any other identity related to the demon god.
There was no need for him to study it in detail.
All he has to do is follow the arrangements and do things.
The truth behind some things is not yet accessible to him.
He sighed and turned around slowly. A wisp of fire stood up in the smoke behind him. The night wind blew, and the fire swelled with the wind.
The servant Zhuge Jia did not catch up with him, and disappeared together into the increasingly dark night and the fire that was like a prairie fire.
In this fire, countless traces of the past were burned, as well as some secrets.
Buried in the fire together.
The corpse of the old Taoist gradually twisted in the sea of fire, like poplar catkins. When the fire snake licked it, the flames clung to the body, burning fiercely and gradually becoming black.
As the corpse of the old Taoist burned out, the beams, pillars and Buddha statues in the temple began to collapse. The banging and crackling of flames were heard continuously, gradually taking on the color of fire and gradually turning into the color of night.
Just when the lotus petals in the ruined temple somewhere in this secret realm of Dao Lotus were filled with fire, there was also fire surging in the eyes of Zhang Xukun, the emperor of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, in a Taoist temple in the distant Middle Earth Divine Realm.
He put some robes and tokens into the alchemy furnace in front of him.
He is burning some of the past, and he is also burning some traces.
The civet cat was replaced by the prince, and he didn't know what he was asking for.
Maybe it's a great merit from the Earth Sect.
It's a peace of mind.
It is the result of long years of planning.
"The way of heaven is impermanent, and the way of humanity is in ruins." Zhang Xukun's eyes were lowered, and the firelight danced in his eyes, and he murmured faintly:
"My Tao is immortal, and the avenue has no boundaries."
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Boundless infiltrated the path and embraced Linlang. He practiced swordsmanship again and again, and his swordsmanship was unparalleled.
Hearing that Daolian's secret realm was about to come to an end and her lovers parted ways, Linlang wished she could be embedded in Zhao Wujiang's body.
Even though the two of them were making a snapping sound when their joints clicked together, Linlang was still a little sad.
Zhao Wujiang just told her that after the end of Daolian Secret Realm, he asked her to return to the Qingqiu Fox Clan with peace of mind and practice well.
She asked where Zhao Wujiang was going.
Zhao Wujiang said that he would go to a place with Xuanyuan Jing to find something, the future and the past.
And because of some special circumstances, we can't take her Linlang with us for the time being.
She didn't ask any more questions and just settled down to enjoy her last moments as a lover.
Xuanyuan Jing did not fight or fight, watching Wujiang making medicine, Linlang hooked her waist, the two of them turned into the two generals of Hengha, she hummed, and he shot.
Until Linlang was exhausted and collapsed on the bed dripping with sweat, feeling ashamed, angry, resentful, and longing, saying that Wujiang didn't understand how to cherish jade and pity Xiang.
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"Be gentle."
"Be gentle!"
"Be gentle, okay? Be gentle!"
He was also practicing his sword, and Li Chunjun scurried away with his head in his arms. This old swordsman from the Kendo Cave, not to mention that his progress was slow, he had not finished his study of the sword even when it was dark.
Li Chunjun shouted to be gentler while avoiding the sword energy casually swung by the old sword master.
He also understood that this was the old sword master training him.
But every sword energy from the old sword master gave him the feeling that it could kill him.
Sometimes he couldn't dodge and would be scratched by the sword energy.
Moreover, this sword energy was fundamentally different from other sword energy he had seen before and his own sword energy.
In the past, once the sword energy hurt someone or touched something, it would disappear quickly after the wrath. Even if there was any residue, it would not be much, and it would not have any active lethality.
But the sword energy that the old sword master casually waved was different. Where he was scratched by the sword energy, the sword energy seemed to have taken root in his flesh and blood. Not only did it not disappear, but it grew stronger.
It seemed as if it was devouring the power of his flesh and blood to strengthen the sword energy itself.
He somewhat understood that this was the so-called Qinglian Sword Qi.
Wisps of sword energy are rooted in the blood. Thousands of strands of sword energy can break through flesh and blood silently, just like the sword he saw from Zhao Wujiang.
