Three days later.

Lin Xun woke up from meditation, and the exhaustion and injuries around his body had been swept away.

Originally, the battle in the Ultimate Inheritance Land only made him seriously consumed, and the injuries were not serious.

"The Seven Tribulations of Immortality Realm Consummated ......"

When he opened his eyes, a strong sign suddenly appeared in Lin Xun's heart, and it wouldn't be long before he could usher in the eighth tribulation of immortality!

This calamity, the power involved involves the most essential mysteries of the cultivator himself.

Someone can easily get by.

Some people will hate it because the power of fate is too terrifying.

Each cultivator has a different power of calamity, which is extremely obscure and terrifying.

"Fate, the fate destined by birth, throughout the ages, all living beings in the world have risen and fallen between life and death, small as ants, as big as gods, all have their fate......"

"Fate is regarded as 'born predetermined', like ordinary people, if they don't practice, their longevity will be within a hundred years, and they will not be able to transcend the pain of birth, old age, sickness and death in their lives. ”

"But for my generation of cultivators, fate is like a shackle, if you want to live with heaven and earth and live forever in the world, you should break this shackle and get rid of the burden of fate. ”

"It's just that the secret of fate is like a taboo, and its calamity is also as secretive as deep, if you want to break it, it varies from person to person, this calamity ...... Not in difficulty, but in a dangerous word. ”

Lin Xun groaned, since he practiced, his knowledge and experience have long been different, and his cognition of himself, heaven and earth, and the Great Dao is not comparable to before.

It was precisely because he knew the unpredictable power of fate that Lin Xun knew that the karmic difficulties and cause and effect difficulties of the eighth tribulation of immortality were "dangerous"!

"I was born in the Forbidden City of the Empire, if you want to break the difficulty of fate, you should start from the source......"

While thinking, Lin Xun got up and walked towards the cave mansion.

The sky was clear and clear.

On the bank of a waterfall and spring, the old clam, the big black bird, and Aru were drinking, noisy and unhappy.

On the other side, Zhao Jingxuan stood on the side of the stream, holding a wolf's hair, and practicing calligraphy on the case.

Her long black hair was in a bun, revealing a snow-white gooseneck, her waist was bent in a graceful arc, she was writing at the desk, her side face was delicate and clear, her eyebrows and eyes were focused, her demeanor was quiet, and her lilac skirt fluttered in the wind.

All around, flowers and trees are full of flowers, and the scenery is picturesque.

She stands in the middle of the painting, but it is more beautiful than the painting.

Lin Xun stepped forward, and at this time, Zhao Jingxuan finished writing and raised his figure.

When he noticed Lin Xun approaching, he looked like a thief, and with a snort, he tore up the written white paper and crumpled it into a ball.

"How do you act like a thief?"

Lin Xun touched his nose, but he became more and more curious in his heart, what was Zhao Jingxuan writing just now?

Zhao Jingxuan was wearing a lilac long dress, which set off her graceful and slender figure, her face was like beautiful jade, her eyes were like a clear spring, and she was like a carved nose greasy white jade.

It's just that her pretty face was with a hint of shame, glaring at Lin Xun: "You are the thief, you will slip over without saying a word." ”

The beauty in front of you has bright eyes and bright teeth, and the style is bright!

Lin Xun couldn't help laughing, standing beside her, it was like standing next to a crape myrtle flower blooming in the spring breeze in March.

In the end, Lin Xun didn't ask what Zhao Jingxuan was writing just now.

However, after going through a lot of things, Lin Xun and Zhao Jingxuan both knew that their relationship with each other was not as simple as before.

It was also a long time later that when Zhao Jingxuan was talking to Lin Xun about today's events, he said a line of handwriting written on the white paper:

May I be like the stars and the moon.

The night is bright.

......

"Ten days later, the Absolute Realm will come to an end and disappear from the world

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