The three immortals took away the thin monkey and the others, as well as the ancient jade that I never left to ward off evil spirits, without the protection of the ancient jade, they could not get out of this desert of violent energy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info what makes me think about not fighting is the strong reluctance and domineering resistance of the three immortals.

In the end, I, the so-called Yuan Jun, actually used suicide to force them to comply, and looked at the evil sword in my hand, I smiled bitterly and shook my head self-deprecatingly.

Even if he leaves, I'm afraid he won't live long, and the conclusion of the integration of broken memories is: Haotian, Netherworld, will not let me leave safely, I can't be killed, and the best result is sealing. Besides, if I lose my heart and soul, and if I lose that little bit of self-preservation, where can I go? Wherever you go, you will be affected by a large number of people.

Thinking about Little Sister Pig, thinking about Haiqing, there was a faint sadness in my heart, once upon a time, so happy and casual, but now, I have to face the wear and tear from the other two worlds.

As my heart and blood were refined, in the bottom of my heart, more and more powerful calls began to surge, and there was a fatal attraction, ethereal, but full of fatal temptation. Is it that beautiful orchid swaying in the void space?

Time passes bit by bit, like an arrow that never looks back, shooting from the present to the unknown future.

In my mind as I resisted, more and more fragments of memory, when they were pieced together, when the sharp pain that penetrated deep into the soul, the black and white pillars of light, together with the nine bright purple blood droplets that were wrapped in the wind and rain, were silent.

Listen closely, the world is quiet, look up, clusters of purple mist, wandering in the black and white prison, 9 drops of blood, fog, still 9 regiments.

I saw the black and white figures looking at each other, ignoring the Juanjuan stream flowing down their bodies, as if they were extremely overdrawn, but continued to go crazy, and the low and incomprehensible incantation sounded softly. With two soft drinks, the black and white light pillar began to ooze a large amount of black and white gas, and regardless of Ziyan's resistance, countless tentacles stretched out, wrapped around it, and melted into it.

At this time, I have lost the sense of my heart's blood, and it seems that there is only "Yuan Force Fusion". These four words crossed my memory at this time.

In a short time, the three distinct colors converged into nine gently rotating smoke balls, which were pulled by the fingertips of the black and white figures, lined up in a line, and slowly flew towards the bottomless pit full of red light and heat.

I don't know when, I found that I was sitting on the flat ground, and all the steps, all the buildings, were gone, the ground was flat and smooth, as if it was scorched by the heat, like a road roller, only the buttocks underground, the remaining fine grains of sand, can remind me that here, is still the Sahara Desert, in the middle of the earth, above the boiling, perhaps, is the core of the planet.

I watched all this weakly, but fell into the deepest memories: I was a grass people, living happily and lonely at the foot of Danxia Mountain, not seeking to be heard by the princes, but only to live a plain life. Although the third aunt's steamed buns do not support people, and although the reputation is bad, it seems that this is the peaceful life I am pursuing.

A little bit deep into the red dust, from abroad, to China, there is no danger, and what makes me most uncomfortable is Ruolan, from the previous black and white shadows and my gradually coherent memories of the Metaverse, I was stunned to find that it seems that Ruolan who saved me from the edge of the explosion is not the Ruolan who planted an indelible seed in my heart.

After he was born, the pursuit of a voice was fake.

In addition to this, the ghost things in the world, the same lonely little pig sister, the mysterious Hai family, and the seemingly plain and simple Ouyang mother and daughter, as well as the former Wanbao team, how much is it true?

Could it be that these dream-like deceptions were compiled by the Spirit Seed Health Society for me?

It seems that there is no need to look for any spirit seed health club, no longer need to look for any void land, and that unwarranted existence of the organization in the void of nothingness. Here's an answer to all of this.

The right hand carefully grasped the sword to ward off evil spirits, and touched the ground, and with some difficulty in the left hand, he took out five beads of different colors from his trouser pocket, and the five ghosts turned into spirits, leaving these five budding beads, and I couldn't see the breath of life, but in my hand, I could feel a rhythm about life.

The five-colored halo, which appears and disappears from time to time, constantly reveals a smooth and even surface, and in a flash, it retracts, as if it is all the detection and a little resistance to this strange world. And the concentric chain of the five ghosts was lost, and the spell lines were lifeless, losing the luster of the past.

Just as I was making memories as much as I could, a big change suddenly happened!

The earth trembled, and between heaven and earth, the black and white energy shrouded in the seal, was shattered by the invisible but vast energy fluctuations, and the impact.

One, two, three... Ten thousand purple rays projected out of the pit, as the shaking became more and more violent, the purple rays spread more unscrupulously, and in an instant, it drowned out the black and white colors, rendering the world as far as my eyes could see and out of sight into my favorite vivid purple.

A thunderous explosion came from the crater, and the originally neat and smooth ground was beating, tumbling, and scattering.

I don't know when, the black and white figure flew in mid-air, yes, it was flying, and then the void stood, extremely chic, standing in the opposite direction, the black and white light pillar in the fingers, swirling with black and white smoke, shooting into the pit without stopping, accompanied by the trembling of the fingertips, it was difficult to move up a little, a little bit.

For a moment, or an eternity, a thin but eternal multicolored orchid covered with a purple halo, stirring countless filaments of light, suspended above the pit.

The height of the lotus flower is no different from that of an ordinary orchid, and the arc-shaped light mask shrouded in it is the kind of brilliant purple, and the petals, so that I can't tell its color, the color of the light flows, it seems to contain all the colors in the world, what you see, is the color you want to see.

The stems are turquoise, and the roots are rooted in a small patch of dull black soil.

Indescribable, unshakable, it seems, there is a heartbeat. Lan's heartbeat and mine's heartbeat gradually reached a consensus and rhythmed together. With a slight drum, it pierced through everything, swept away the ripples of the void, and spread.

The only adjective in my heart at this time is: eternity.

If the universe has a beginning and an end, then this thin orchid is the beginning of this universe.

The beginning point turns into three elements, and the three elements derive ten thousand worlds, and the beginning withered, then all worlds are one, and the nothingness is reincarnated, which is probably even if it belongs to the reincarnation of this universe.

Suddenly sighed, it seems, I understand, why, "Lan" is my nightmare, why, chasing a lifetime, just to find the "Lan" in my heart!