The Void Ghost Lotus that had "swallowed" Lin Yue and the others before floated quietly aside, and the eight narrow ovoid petals were tightly closed, as if they were alive and undulating, and wisps of blood were revealing from time to time, as if something was being bred in it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, the most terrifying thing is that Lin Yue and the two in it thought that they had found a way out with the help of Killing Dan, and they could break out of the situation.

But they never expected that all this had been in the other party's calculations, even if they didn't see it with their own eyes, but what they did seemed to happen under Wanhua's gaze.

It's like a person trying to escape from a deep labyrinth, only to find that he has just walked out of a hut, and in front of him is another identical room, and so on and so on until the end of time, never finding a way out......

Wanhua's existence is an outlier in nature, and no one knows where she came from or where she wants to go.

I only know that she seems to have been at the commanding heights of her life, overlooking the world, always strategizing, and no event has been out of her control from beginning to end.

The only thing in the world that she couldn't understand for the time being was Lin Yue.

However, she has a chip in her hand to balance Lin Yue, so she is not anxious, even if something really happens, she can take the initiative in her own hands.

That chip is Sun Qianqian.

So her expression was still so relaxed, even if she couldn't figure out Lin Yue's secret for a while, she wasn't worried at all, she was half-squatting on the ground and tapping the ground with her slender index finger, as if she was silently counting some kind of beat.

After a moment, her lips opened slightly, and she raised her head and muttered, "Here it is." ”

Naturally, it was the 3,000 people who poured into Shangjing not long ago!

As her words fell, a group of people slowly appeared in front of her, and everyone's footsteps were silent, like ghosts floating in the middle of the air at night.

It was like a well-disciplined troop marching through the main street leading from the city gate to the city in an orderly manner, and the tail of the team could not be seen at all, and it was so dense that it was impossible to distinguish who was who.

More than a thousand people is not a small number, perhaps so that everyone can see him, Wan Hua slowly stood up, and then his exposed snow-white feet gradually left the ground......

The petite body wrapped in the red dress rises leisurely at a slow but steady pace, and the long double ponytails behind the head dance gently in the wind, like two ribbons of silk silk glistening with black light.

Her eyes, which had been black and white, suddenly changed color, her left eye was as black as ink, dark and deep, and her right eye was as white as jade, clear and divine.

The cinnabar mole in the center of his eyebrows was brighter than just now, as if he could open the third eye that no one knew about at any time.

Except that she didn't have a pair of white wings on her back, she was almost exactly the same as the strange and enchanting form she had when she was bombarded that day.

After everyone entered the huge pit that originally belonged to the palace and stood still, countless fanatical eyes cast on Wanhua in mid-air, and these scorching eyes seemed to illuminate this time and space.

Even the white gentleman, the snow demon, and the eagle wind, who had a lonely and unruly temperament before, were no exception, and everyone's expressions were excited to the point of almost distortion, as if the petite figure in the sky was the deepest belief in their hearts.

Even if the vicissitudes of life go by over time, it will not be able to change this.

"Wanhua is an immortal!" The cry in the field of time shook the sky! It was in stark contrast to the dead silence just now, and this scene was like a pilgrimage to the most devout believers, which showed how important Wanhua occupied in their hearts.

Each of them was a well-known figure in the ancient cultivation world, and when they gathered together, they abandoned their noble status and willingly incarnated into three thousand people.

This huge force is as unstoppable as a surging torrent, and in ancient times, I don't know how many powerful forces of the dominant side have been destroyed, so that everyone does not dare to call them by their first names.

Yang Wuming, who was mixed in with this group of crazy people, seemed inconspicuous, after all, there were many strange-shaped guys in this group who were more likely to attract the attention of others.

It is true that he has not been eroded by the seed, but he has received everything contained in that seed, so the amount of information that needs to be sorted out is extremely large and too complicated.

This includes reverence, even fear, for those who are in power.

To be honest, just looking at the appearance, Wanhua has nothing to be afraid of, but it is very pleasing to the eye, except for the evil aura between the eyebrows, nothing can make people fearful.

But Yang Wuming swallowed quietly uncontrollably, his back was soaked with cold sweat.

This was not the emotional performance he expected, it was completely involuntary and uncontrollable.

Not long ago, he was still full of confidence thinking about "shooting people and horses first, and capturing thieves and king first", and planned to cut Wanhua off the knife with his own strength.

Now that he saw the deity, he realized how ridiculous and self-defeating that idea was.

It is not enough to say that the mantis arm is used as a car and the grasshopper shakes the tree, it is like a grain of dust on the ground, but it is as absurd as trying to cover the sky one day.

He stood stiffly in the middle of the crowd, looking up at each other with a humble expression, and even an incredible thought came to his mind: Perhaps, this is the real God......

Wan Hua's casual glance and a subtle move easily destroyed his self-confidence, and the proud record of "slashing the judge" not long ago seemed so insignificant at this time.

Of course, such a deep fear does not mean that his courage is far inferior to Lin Yue or Sun Wukong, this can only be attributed to the side effects of the seed, in the core part of his life, it has naturally reflected the humility of being a subordinate.

Like those weak herbivores in the food chain, the innate fear of ferocious predators is entirely instinctive, not his fault.

It was only at this time that he finally realized that some people in this world were objects that he could not catch up with in his life, and even looking at them became a sad luxury.

Sun Wukong, who is his generation, is strong, but he is still in the category of catching up, and it is precisely because of this that he used to hone his cultivation and sword skills day and night, because it was a goal that could inspire him to work hard.

And Wanhua is the devil who destroys his Dao heart, and the destruction of the monk's Dao heart is like an ordinary person without a backbone, almost no different from a wasted person.

Yang Wuming was not a mediocre person after all, and he knew that if he allowed the powerlessness in his heart to continue to spread, his cultivation path would be ruined, and he would probably never be able to reach the supreme realm he dreamed of in his heart.

So he bit the tip of his tongue hard, and forced himself to look away with the pain, not looking at the desperate existence in the air.

But in this way, he suddenly became very conspicuous in the crowd......