When she lost the last lotus heart, Huang Mao never came to make her laugh again.

It was as if he had never appeared, as if all of this had disappeared as if it were just a dream of Mo Lian.

With the disappearance of the dream, it was the Dao fruit of the Nine Colored Immortal Lotus, the Nine Heart Lotus Seeds.

After the battle between Gaoxin and Xuanyuan, the Bixi Palace was knocked down to the Youquan, and Tai'a Township turned into a netherworld, and it became a demon cultivator as the only surviving Lotus Clan.

She often misses the yellow-haired boy who makes her laugh and loves to wear a feather coat and pretend to be a phoenix.

She wanted him to death, she wanted his life.

……

It seemed to be in a blood-colored world, on the tip of an ivory tower that reached into the sky, sat a man in a dark robe with cold eyes, he was burly, with resolute facial features, and a thin black line on his eyebrows, but he was in his thirties, half silver-haired, and he held a black lotus pod in his hand.

On the desolate land, only ruins remain, and occasionally ruined palaces can be seen buried in rubble, ruined walls everywhere, and the former glory has turned into nothingness.

Half of the sky is red, as gorgeous as the sun.

Treasure magic lit up the other half of the sky, and magic artifacts filled the sky.

Twenty thousand miles away, three protective barriers separated the crowd of black oppression.

The stars shifted, the two waves of people and horses were deadlocked, the eyes of the hundreds of thousands of horses outside the barrier became more and more anxious, and the leading Ten Directions Realm King gradually became a little unbreathable, and the sight of looking at the spire became more frequent.

"Cut the firmament, seal the Yue, punish the evil, leave the place, collapse, you kings of the Five Realms go in to explore." The King of the First Realm frowned and said, "The sun and the moon are secretly exchanged in the Heavenly Sealing Demon Array, and the speed of time is hundreds of times faster. ”

The barrier was torn open with an invisible opening, and five black shadows shot towards the top of the tower like chasing the stars and the moon.

A sharp roar sounded, and strange lights flashed wildly, hitting the man in Xuanyi overwhelmingly. Five rays of light, in an instant, flashed with a fierce cold light, and became more and more prosperous when it reached the spire. Accompanied by bursts of shouts of pinching seals and blessings, the seven rays of light merged into a huge qi sword, and the earth cracked where it passed, the sky trembled, and the space locked by the barrier collapsed inch by inch, and was ground to pieces by the sword qi.

The qi sword was pointed directly at the man in Xuanyi and rushed over.

Everywhere I passed, there was nothingness.

The man in Xuanyi raised his head slowly, a trace of sickly pale appeared on his stiff facial features, his eyes were like two sharp arrows that broke through the air, shooting at the five people fiercely, he glanced at everyone expressionlessly, and a word burst out between his lips: "Get out!" ”

With this word, the power of the five realm kings' world-destroying sword was wiped out.

The protective shields of the five people were drunk, and time quickly left a mark on their bodies, but in an instant, they were already gray, their faces were wrinkled, their tall bodies were instantly two inches shorter, and their waists were bent down by invisible forces.

47. "Huangmang, you are presumptuous! Kan Yi drank in the air.

The man in Xuanyi glanced at Kan Yi indifferently, "I've always been like this." Fighting, I'm never afraid of crowds! I took these five slaves. Thanks a lot! ”

Zhang Xintong shuttled through Mo Lian's fantasy world, and the last scene he saw was this man in Xuanyi who was sitting on top of the array, but he was not afraid, and he made the offender collapse and analyze it while talking and laughing.

Mo Lian stood in the outermost queue, wearing a water-green spring shirt, and her black hair was tied behind her head with a pitch-black straw rope.

At her feet was a plucked bird. The bird was plucked bare, its head shrunk under its wings, and it snorted from time to time.

In her hand, she clutches a handful of colorful feathers.

Zhang Xintong heard the man in Tsing Yi next to her admonishing Mo Lian, "This cormorant has a companion, and you have plucked the hair, so you can put it back." If it doesn't return for three days, its companion will crash to its death on top of the wall. You are too angry in your heart, and if you continue for a long time, you will be afraid of demons in your heart, and you will not be able to survive the catastrophe. Wouldn't it be nice to do less murder and have fewer demons in the future? ”

Mo Lian lowered her head, and the bird screamed at her again, and the cry was sad and sad.

"It's not impossible to let you go, but my phoenix feather coat is still a few main feathers, and if you and yours are on good terms, before Nirvana, you have to pull off the phoenix feathers and send them over. I want you to swear in the name of your cormorants, and I will let you go. ”

The cormorant drooped its head for a moment before nodding.

Zhang Xintong penetrated through those people, grabbed Mo Lian's hand, and pulled her back into the illusion of the Jingxue Realm.

"Time is running out, we're going to start melting the soul, Zhan Wuming, you will block the Jingxue Realm first, before the soul melting is successful, I want you to resist Di Chan's attack no matter what."

Zhan Wuming stopped bombarding the black beast gate, and suddenly opened his eyes, and the seal wiped out the breath of Zhang Xintong and Mo Lian.

After the interference around Zhang Xintong and Mo Lian completely disappeared, Zhang Xintong quickly bit her finger and drew a rune, after the large array was formed, she withdrew a silver ring from her finger, squeezed her finger and dripped a drop of blood on the ring surface, when the space opened, she flashed in, and after a while, she jumped out with two people.

A man and a woman, covered in blood, were carefully placed by Zhang Xintong into one of the eyes of the rune array.

"What are you going to do? Who are they? Mo Lian asked in surprise.

"Before, Zhan Wuming said that your real body was a Nine-Leaf Immortal Lotus, but everyone knew that you were a Soul Devouring Flower Dao, a Immortal who broke through the realm and ascended. Many biographies are a little vague about you, and I have collected it for three hundred years, and I have not been able to understand it until I have no words. Zhang Xintong sat next to Mo Lian, "If I'm not mistaken, you're the same as me, I've been planted with a spiritual root, and you've been planted with a great avenue, and it's the top of the three thousand avenues!" Really? ”

The path of cultivating immortals is tens of thousands of years, and it is necessary to go through the four realms of refining and refining qi, refining qi and transforming gods, refining gods and returning to void, and refining void and merging the way

After entering the realm of Mixed Yuan Daluo Jin Immortal, he is transcendent and holy, immortal, cause and effect are not touched, omniscient, omnipotent, heavenly dao is immortal, and saints are immortal.

In this difficult process, the slightest carelessness can be a catastrophe. The fruits of the Tao that have been obtained over thousands of years have been abandoned by life and planted on another person. What an appalling thing this is!

In heaven and earth, there are only a handful of people who can make such a decision and do it.

Zhang Xintong's voice stopped suddenly, and there was silence in the soul melting array, there was no sound at all, only Mo Lian's increasingly heavy wheezing voice was heard. She knew that her guess was not far from the truth.

"Therefore, we must successfully melt our souls and leave the First Zen Heaven. You resurrect Rong Ye for me, and I will accompany you to find him, how about it? Zhang Xintong cleared his thoughts, calmed down, and continued to lobby Mo Lian.

Active and reactive, the consequences will be very different.

She couldn't tolerate the slightest mistake.

Three hundred years of preparation cannot be in vain.