A lilac crack was surrounded by warm light, filling the gap bit by bit.

Si Ming Xingjun and the White Dog God are gradually struggling, and this kind of thing is against the will of heaven, not to mention that it is a worry-free life pillar that is repaired.

Once he accidentally touches the twenty-four divine powers of the Dao, Si Ming and Shen Yan will be buried here.

Fortunately, the lifepillar did not produce a backlash, and the crack closed.

Si Ming Xingjun and Shen Yan put away their mana, gasped, and their hanging hearts were finally relieved.

But just when they felt that the problem had been solved, the pillar of life, which had no worries, cracked again, deeper than the previous crack.

"Why is that?" the god looked at Si Ming.

Si Ming also frowned, it was the first time he had encountered this situation, it stands to reason that if the pillar of life has been repaired, it can be restored to the previous Yicai, even if Si Ming and Shen Yan are not strong enough, it can last for several hours.

But now that the effort of a cup of tea is less, the pillar of life is cracked again, even more serious than before.

"It seems that we can't continue to repair the lifepillar, let's wait for her to come back. Si Ming Xingjun said worriedly.

Shen nodded his head, Si Ming Xingjun's words were not unreasonable, but he was very worried now, and he was extremely worried.

"She'll come back safely, right? God asked the priest.

It's also asking yourself.

"She is a dream builder, and there are few people in this world who can help her, and she will definitely come back safely. Si Ming Xingjun looked at the pillar of life that was worry-free and said.

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Forget the Valley of Worries.

The red mist permeated this uninhabited land, and the blood and killing intent of two thousand years ago mixed in the air, forming a foul stench.

The white bones everywhere have long been gorgeous, and they are covered with a large area of Manzhu Sahua, swaying in the wind, which is particularly charming.

It seems to be happy and sad.

Manju Sawa covered the path under her feet, and she walked forward as if she was numb.

For more than 2,000 years, it is still as lifeless as ever, full of turbidity.

In front of me is a winding mountain range, and as far as the eye can see, it is a colorful cloud, which is very incompatible with the Sanssouci Valley like Shura.

Walk straight forward without worry, shining under your feet, and a strange path is full of prototypes.

The clouds were close in front of him, and he stretched out his hand to touch it, as if he had opened some mechanism, and the clouds and mist dissipated, followed by a cloud of purple mist.

It is very different from the purple mist that emanates from the body without worry.

The purple mist in front of him had a very heavy aura, as if it was about to swallow it without worry.

With a light wave of his hand, a golden light dispelled the purple mist in front of him, and the little ghost who blocked the way turned into a ghost and wandered in front of the free mantra, and he silently recited the incantation, and countless small golden stars scattered in front of him, and the little ghost who blocked the way disappeared.

There is another piece of Manju Sahua.

Walk into a cave without worry.

The cave is very narrow, and can only accommodate one person who has no worries, and the narrow passage is cold, but there is no wind.

After about half a burnt of incense, the cave gradually became clearer, and the stone walls on both sides of the bank gradually began to burn, and if you didn't pay attention to it, your whole body would fester.

It is still light and breezy, and it slowly moves forward.

Obviously, this is not the first time she has been here.

The light of the fire gradually dissipated, and it came to a clear place.

It is the heart of the mountain.

The roof of the cave is a natural lighting hole, which is very small, but the light source is very abundant.

Although it was a deserted place, the surrounding stone walls were covered with shackles, the chains made of dark iron were engraved with charms, and the entire ground was a Tai Chi Bagua Array.

Obviously, there is a god or demon who shakes the heavens and the earth here.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he lay on the stone slab beside him, as if waiting for something.

Her eyes sank, and the gossip array on the ground began to work, and the iron chains on the stone wall began to shake, making a harsh and unpleasant sound.

But these movements soon stopped, and a man covered in red hair stood in the center of the Bagua Array, snapping his fingers slightly, and the chains on the stone wall were shattered.

The seal was easily broken by him.

"Five hundred years have passed, and you have finally come to see this seat. The red-haired man looked up to the sky and smiled.

Neither Worry-Free snorted coldly, "Now that the seal has been broken, you won't still want to make trouble in the Heavenly Realm, right?"

"This seat never fights boringly, it's enough to have a vigorous fight in this life, this seat now wants to go back to Lao Tzu's demon world and retire!"

The two sat side by side.

A god, a demon venerable.

The two should be incompatible, but they are like the two instruments of Tai Chi, inclusive of all things.

"Your demon world has long been a matter of people, the country has changed hands, just think about it for the elderly. Neither worries said with a smile.

"Hey...... I don't know how the outside world has changed dramatically in more than 2,000 years!" Chi Rong sighed, his eyes full of sores from more than 2,000 years.

"If you want to know what's going on, just follow me to the earth for a few days. "Neither worry-free said.

Chi Rong smiled and looked carefree: "Stinky girl, you have changed!"

"Oh, people change, no one can be what they remember, don't you too?"

Once under the Demon Venerable Chi Rong Zun of the Six Realms, he was heroic and sassy, and he aroused the admiration of many women, but now, after being sealed for more than 2,000 years, the stench is stinking, and his red hair hits the ground, how can he still have the glory of the past.

The world is ruthless, and time is even more ruthless.

"Come on, you've seen me three times in more than 2,000 years, the first time you almost beat me half to death, the second time you were gentle, and you can talk to me, but this time it's ......" Chi Rong looked at him and didn't have to worry about it.

He sensed the chaos of the true qi around him, as well as the emptiness and indifference.

"What's wrong this time?" said Worry-free.

"This time I was embarrassed and my life was in danger. Chirong clasped his hands and shook his head.

"Old thing, I've lived for so long, and my eyes are still so poisonous. I don't know if it's a compliment or a slander.

Chi Rong shook his head again and sighed, "It must be caused by excessive collection of divine consciousness, do you know that although you, a dream builder, inherit the divine power of the twenty-four gods, there is also the depletion of these divine powers on your own true element!"

"Old thing, you talk so much!" he said with a disgusted glance at him.

"I'm not here to make you pay attention to your body, and you don't want to fall down before you see that old guy in Shubai!" Chi Rong hit Ji Wuwu's shoulder very hard.

"Whether we can see it or not is another matter. Neither carefree sneered.