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Lin Yi had a chance or not, he didn't care.

For several days in a row, he had been resting and absorbing, and the divine stones in his hands had also broken one after another. And his eyes have been staring at the direction he came, as if he wants to look through the void to find the footprints of time.

It wasn't just a twisted dark sky, or a celestial rift about to be lost. In the fluctuation of the reflection of the clouds, the mottled years of more than a thousand years are faintly visible, and the scenery along the way is alternately presented. Among them, there are people and stories, witnessing the changes and ups and downs of the wind and rain -

In the chaos of mist, who is roaring?

An old man roared fiercely: "I am the Emperor Supreme, the Eight Desolate Land of Weijia, you are a junior, how dare you face each other with a sword and axe?" He roared endlessly, and suddenly panicked: "Wait, the old man will pass on the position of the Demon Emperor to you, and all the thousands of believers will belong to you!"

From a symbol of the pinnacle of the devil's path and a god admired by all, to a weak person who prays for survival, it is so natural and undisobedient. It is not so much that he is the supreme demon emperor who is high, but that he is a real layman. And when the blood and light fall, the soul flies away, and everything that comes from chaos returns to nothingness......

In the quiet place of the moonlit night, who is painstakingly enlightening?

In front of the door of a cave overgrown with weeds, there sat an unkempt old man, with a two-foot-long beard and locks, and his fluffy and untidy white hair stained with dust and fallen leaves.

He stood up from the ground, the light flashed up and down Zhou's body, the dirt and dust swept away, and in a blink of an eye, he turned into a majestic old man, and said with a relieved smile: "As long as you follow my nature and cultivate my void qi, you can be one with the Tao, and all worries will be left behind, so as to reach the true realm of immortals." The solution of the fairy word, when it is!"

Is that the Lingqiu Patriarch? No, he should be the Jiaoji Demon Emperor in reincarnation. He should have had the epiphany of the ninth life, but he lost himself in reincarnation again and again......

Who is fighting in the empty valley?

A figure rose into the sky, and the sound shook in all directions: "Eight poles of glory, nine turns into one!"

He has a crazy momentum and a fighting spirit. He shattered the sky with his iron bones and lit up the night sky with burning blood. At that moment, the dazzling and dazzling light exploded, pieces of void shattered, and a powerful and inexplicable power swept away. Ling Dao and Qingye, who bore the brunt of the attack, retreated violently, and the mountains and forests in all directions were destroyed and the peaks collapsed. And he himself stood alone in the wind, as murderous as a ghostly skeleton, and in an instant he rushed to the valley with the blood light of his eyes. Jiu Xuan was besieged and let out a last cry of despair......

That was the most thrilling and hearty battle for him Lin: defeat the Demon Venerable, punish Jiuxuan!

The clouds are blurred, and the scenery is far away. Outside Haotian Valley, who is the hero of life and death?

Outside Haotian Valley that year, a group of ten people from Kyushu first came to the Immortal Domain. In addition to Gongliangzan, Izumoko and Bailichuan who escaped, the cunning and changeable Wen Baizi, the cautious Mohaqi, the scheming Ram Li, the irascible Songyunsan, and the unpredictable Yinsanren were all killed. Just when it was in danger, a pink-clothed figure exploded out of thin air, and the splashed blood light was as bright as a peach and plum, and the familiar words sounded heroically: I will accompany you and go to the end of the world......

On the border battlefield, who is bleeding from the broken blade?

A knife was swung out, a rain of blood, and several human heads fell to the ground; another knife was slashed, and the blades of the sword and spear were broken, and the enemy was terrified; and then the knife swept away, and the corpse collapsed, and the flesh and blood were scattered. As he struggled in the Blood and Fire Purgatory, suffering the bombardment of thousands of thunders, the unyielding anger filled the five interiors, the monstrous killing intent inspired the lost cultivation, and the truncating knife also exploded with a long roar!

When the hill is silent, the grave is lonely. He was reborn after the catastrophe, sighing. The parents who gave birth to me, the master who raised me, the one who saved my life, Ye Yu, Ruoshui, Qi'er, Dong Yu'er, Lao Long...... And you Li Datou. If you have the heart to repay, the deceased has passed away, so let me give your old lady a pension for the end of your family......

Inside and outside the fairy realm, who dominates the world?

Fighting Hengtian, unifying the realm, crape myrtle competes for power, the name shocks the star field;

But unforgettable, listening to the rain and small building, how can it be that, the nebula is scattered......

Kyushu Fengyun, who is in all directions?

The storm on Yushen Island rose, the peak of the broken jade * thunder shook in the sky, Shenzhou Aoshan knotted three babies, and the soil war in all directions after Ximing. In the quiet valley, the day is short, the night talk of Caixia Inn is long, the Weiyang Demon Tomb hides nine seals, and ten people are in a line......

Great Xia Xianmen, who is rampant, who is down, who is broken, who is injured?

Crossing the sea to find immortals to Mu's house, sending people to cause trouble under the fence, suddenly encountering a desperate situation and encountering life, it is just as good as water. Zhengyang Mountain is full of fire, and the outer disciples practice hard, climb the ladder to show their skills, and meet the deceased in the Xuantian Realm. Mo Hui Xianfu has an adventure, and the thousand illusion white fox gives a pair of eyes. Meet again in the crypt wormhole, and walk hand in hand to sing. The water of Hualong Pond is hundreds of thousands of feet, and it is not as good as chasing the wind. How can there be so many things in the world, and the front two of the tower of life and death are boundless.

You don't see, the winter rain is thick in the lake, farewell to the isolated island, and return to the homeland alone, but the dream of red dust. After many setbacks, he will not regret it, and he will turn into a dragon on the uncertain sea......

The journey is long and far away from the soul, who is looking up to the sky and laughing, who is sighing?

On the ship, the laughter of an old Taoist priest who was dying was deafening: "Seeing through the body, the dust of all realms is extinguished; What about immortals, what about mortals, haha!"

Zhen Yuanzi has searched for the Tao all his life, he has found it, he is relieved, and he is also relieved! There is also Bian Zhenduo, who crisscrosses the rivers and lakes, is happy to enmity and hatred, and does not lose his heroic nature! Li Caiyi, with clear grievances and grievances, is like a fire, and in order to avenge his family, he does not hesitate to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens and go overseas. At the time of life and death, she is still brilliant and charming, tragic and strong, like a summer flower blooming, suddenly passing away, gorgeous and dazzling!

That night the sea breeze was strong, and the soul was sad......

In the haze of smoke and rain, who is earnestly admonishing?

How long has it been like a spring dream, and it seems that there is nowhere to find it in the clouds. Brother Lin is going...... Lonely Journey...... Take care......

On top of the star stone, Lin Yi sat alone. Sometimes he was happy, sometimes sad, sometimes he sighed, and sometimes he was silent. For more than a thousand years, it is not a distant scenery. Looking back suddenly, the red dust of the past, as well as many joys and sorrows, came in an instant, throughout a lifetime, and it was so clear. And that past is all that Lin has ......

At this time, the melodious sound of the piano came. The sound of the piano is sometimes easy and crisp, like the murmuring of a stream, sometimes it is noble and clear, like the wind passing over the top of the mountain, and sometimes it is strange and ancient, like the bright moon and pine gang. Smell it, make people's souls quiet, transcendent beyond the clouds!

Lin Yixin woke up, and his thoughts sank. When he looked to the side, he was a little surprised.

Xiannu sat cross-legged with a piece of Jiaotong on his knees. And as her slender jade hand gently plucked, there was no sound. The fairy-like melody is so crisp and melodious!

But in an instant, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, but the aftersound was endless, and some people said shyly and timidly: "The slave has nothing to do, stroke the piano, there is a lot of disturbance, master is not strange!"

Lin Yi was silent, only his eyes were deep and his expression was distant.

The stringless scorched qin should be a treasure, and the sound of the piano has the ability to calm the soul and nourish the spirit. I had heard of it before, but I didn't pay attention to it.

Xiannu continued: "It's been seven days now, I'm afraid that the master is sick, and the slave is so concerned about it......" His voice gradually weakened, and his eyes were drooping and tears were shining, and he was very aggrieved. For seven days, she had been guarding by her side. But the master was in a daze at the void, completely forgetting, how could people feel at ease......

"It's been seven days?"

Lin Yi shook his head secretly and said gently: "Where does this piano come from, what is the name of this song?"

Seeing that the master had returned to normal, Xiannu hurriedly hid his tears, and responded: "This piano is a gift from Mrs. Ming, and the title of this song is: Like a Dream ......"

Lin Yi's expression moved slightly, and he was silent for a moment. After a while, he raised his hand and pointed at it, and due to his mana, a white jade cave flute flashed out and circled leisurely in front of him. Then the sound of the flute sounded, whimpering and undulating like crying, and melodious and tactful in an instant, and the clear sound was like a cry, like a murmuring stream, and the breeze was blowing......

Xiannu didn't expect that the master was familiar with the rhythm of music, so he suddenly made a happy face and happily praised: "This song is tactful and moving, and it must be from an extraordinary origin......

Lin waved his sleeves and rolled, and the white jade cave flute disappeared suddenly. He slowly stood up and said meaningfully: "A song of red dust for 100,000 years, coming and going only in the floating clouds!"

"Red dust, like a dream......

Xiannu was slightly stunned, put away the Jiao Qin, and got up, but he still couldn't help but be curious: "Master, you haven't woken up for seven days, but your eyes are fascinated, could it be that you are in the red dust, just like a dream ......among the clouds."

Lin Yi raised his eyes and looked at it, and said leisurely: "Jiuxiao is like a dream and wakes up as soon as you wake up, sit and watch the immortals have nothing!"

Seven days later, the dark sky was dark. And in a trance, there seemed to be an old man who stepped on the void and floated up, and held his long beard and smiled: "Hehe! Heaven is not a thing......

Lin Yi's expression was slightly condensed, and in the blink of an eye, the figure and laughter of the old man had disappeared with the last trace of light. He was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth slightly upturned to the sky.

The immortal slave is still talking to himself: "A song of red dust for 100,000 years, coming and going only in the floating clouds......;

Lin Yi had already turned around and let out a long sigh of relief.

The star stone that used to be a dragon was empty, and the two guys who had cultivated their spirits were shaking their heads and tails in mid-air, wanton and arrogant. Immediately after that, the hundred-zhang golden dragon roared down, and then hovered in front of him with his head raised, and said loudly: "Nine days are coming, and gallop with the old dragon......"

Before Lin Yi could answer, his sleeves were pulled.

It was the immortal slave who was grabbing the sleeve of the master's coat, looking back at the way he came, and said as if he was stunned: "Master......!

If you really want to go, stay away from the wilderness, away from everything in the past!

Lin Yi smiled calmly and nodded silently.

The fairy slave turned to look ahead and said, "What will happen here?"

What will happen today, as it was yesterday, and so will the Ming Dynasty!

Lin raised his eyebrows slantedly, and replied angrily: "There is no beginning, and there is no end." People are on the way, just in such a hurry, in a hurry!"

The road has no beginning and no end. You and I come and go from it, just like that tracer, it seems to be brilliant and amazing, but it is only a short moment!

Lin Yi didn't say anything more, grabbed the immortal slave and flew forward. The figure was fluttering, and the master and apprentice had both landed on the old dragon's back. And at the moment when he rose into the air, he suddenly waved his sleeves and threw out a white light. At the same time, the golden dragon swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog, and the divine power was extraordinary, and the master and apprentice on his back went straight to the rainbow in the sky. The white tiger is full of wind under his feet, shaking his head and tail, jumping left and right and following closely.

"Roar—"

A tiger roar shook the sky, and the wings of lightning pierced the sky.

"Qiang—"

The dragon chant shattered the nine clouds, and the golden body broke the rainbow.

"Bang-"

Just as the dragon and tiger were leaping, a white jade plaque made of spirit stone was inserted directly into the ground, and there were four quaint characters in the middle: There are immortals in eternity......

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ps: I spent twelve hours before and after this chapter, and more of that time was spent smoking in a daze, and as the sentence in the article, people are on the way, just in such a hurry, and in a hurry. It's just a process, let it be!

There is also a chapter of the postscript without immortals, and a chapter of testimonials. To be honest, the feeling at this time, alas......