Not long after, Zuo Ling Ghost Ji breathed a little, and put all the bodies of the Sanyuan Demon Lotus and Xiang Xiang in the storage bracelet, these are the two things that Zimo cares about the most, and she must take them away.

She didn't have the heart to look for anything else, let alone explore what secrets there were here, so Zuo Lin Ghost Ji carried Zimo and Yue Wuya on her back and walked towards the way she came.

When the three of them left, the Yaksha ancestral land was cold and silent again.

I don't know how long it took, but the huge eye made of starlight opened again.

It glanced at the corpse of the Dao Tribulation, and then let out an incomprehensible sound, slowly echoing in this space, and its huge eyes emitted a bright light, shooting directly on the corpse of the Dao Tribulation.

After a few breaths, Dao Tribulation's body emitted a hazy glimmer of light and flew upwards, and soon flew out of the pool and slowly landed on the altar.

Streams of crimson blood flew from afar, all converging towards the corpses of the Dao Tribulation on the altar, like thousands of rivers flowing into the sea.

Time passed little by little, and the body of the Dao Tribulation flew into the air, and the already dead Dao Tribulation gradually had a faint heartbeat.

As the blood increased, the heartbeat of the Dao Tribulation became faster and faster, and the body that had been pierced by the spatial fragmentation quickly recovered as before.

After a few hours, all the blood entered the Dao Tribulation's body, and the entire space seemed to stand still, except for the sound of his heartbeat.

The Dao Tribulation, who was already dead, suddenly opened his eyes, and several thunder lights appeared in his eyes, he pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a very natural smile, "Zimo, the Five Elements Dao Spirit of the Destroying Realm is really getting more and more interesting." ”

He stood up and walked over to the starlit eye, glancing back at the ancestral land of the Yakshas.

When he saw that the bodies of the Three-Yuan Demon Lotus and Xiang Xiang were all gone, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was talking to himself and saying something.

With a casual move towards the void, a golden whip flew out of nowhere and landed in his hand.

Then he stepped forward and landed on the huge eye, and the whole person disappeared in an instant.

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A month later.

Most of the Tianxiong, the Acacia tribe.

Yue Wuya held a brand-new dry tobacco bag, squatted under a big tree at the entrance of the courtyard, and spewed out clouds and mist one after another, and the mist was swirling like a rising day, but the Venerable of the Human Race was full of sadness at this time, and sighed from time to time.

Zuo Ling Ghost Ji sat on the stone bench at the door, her chin resting on her knees, and she was scribbling on the ground with a dead branch in her hand, not looking like she was painting, but like she was writing.

However, because the handwriting is a bit ugly, I can only roughly see that it is two words, but I can't see what it is.

At this time, the cricket didn't know where to probe and appeared, he carried a food box in his hand, carefully walked to his grandfather Yue Wuya's side, opened the food box and gave Yue Wuya a sniff.

Yue Wuya knocked on the dry tobacco pouch, took out a bowl of rice from it, and put it beside him, but he was not in the mood to eat it, and then he motioned to Jiao'er to bring it to Zuo Ling Ghost Ji.

Zuo Ling Ghost Ji had already heard the footsteps of Jiao'er, she raised half of her head, raised her eyebrows and said, "Jiao'er, didn't my sister tell you, I'm not hungry, you can eat by yourself." ”

Then he lowered his head again, took the branch and began to repeat the boring things he had been doing for a month.

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Jiao'er felt a little aggrieved, and he wrote a few words on the ground, "Brother Cicada..."

After getting along for a month, Zuo Ling Ghost Ji knew that "Brother Cicada" was Jiao'er's name for Zimo, but before Jiao'er's words were finished, Zuo Ling Ghost Ji was a little anxious and said, "What's wrong with Zimo?" ”

Sickling was even more aggrieved, he went on to write, "He's breathing." ”

Seeing these words, Zuo Ling Ghost Ji dropped the dead branch in her hand and ran towards the house next to her.

Since Zuo Ling Ghost Ji brought Zimo back a month ago, he was wrapped in the power of three colors of Shura, and his whole body was not breathing, as if he was dead.

The blow of the Dao Tribulation passed directly through Zimo's heart, and it stands to reason that even if the monk was shot through the heart, there was almost no chance of survival, but Zuo Ling Ghost Ji firmly believed that Zimo would definitely wake up.

In this way, Zimo's state of living and dying lasted for a month.

After Zuo Ling Ghost Ji entered, he found that the power of Shura in Zimo's body had disappeared, and was replaced by a pitch-black villain, who looked like a spirit baby, emitting bursts of energy scattered in Zimo's heart.

And his whole face was ruddy, and his chest rose and fell slightly, as if he was asleep.

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Zimo felt as if he had a dream, he passed over the desolate stars of different colors, and arrived at a place called the Divine Punishment Star, where there were many cultivators who were strong in cultivation, as well as all kinds of cultivation materials that he had never seen.

Broken Realm monks can be seen everywhere here, and there are even many Fairy Realm monks who flash out of the sky.

Heaven and earth are filled with extremely rich heaven and earth vitality, and there will even be a trace of Shura's power swimming in it.

Zimo's body seemed to be out of his control, and he flew towards the center of the Divine Punishment Star.

There is a sect there called the Divine Punishment Sect.

The Divine Punishment Sect is the most powerful sect of the Divine Punishment Star, and this sect has the most disciples of the Divine Punishment Star, the most top masters, and the most cultivation resources.

And the sect master of the Divine Punishment Sect is the first monk of the Divine Punishment Star!

It's just that almost no one has seen him, and they don't even know whether the Divine Punishment Sect Master is male or female, old or young.

Zimo seemed to be attracted by a mysterious power, and slowly walked into the Divine Punishment Sect.

The surrounding disciples didn't seem to be able to see Zimo, and let him go in and out of it freely.

Soon after, Zimo finally came to the most secret place of the Divine Punishment Sect, and he saw that at the top of the main hall, there was a chair made of the entire dragon, and a man was sitting on it.

The man's face happened to be obscured by the shadows, so she couldn't see it really, but she seemed to be looking at Zimo.

"Who are you?"

Zimo looked at the man in this hall, and was upset for no reason.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you came here according to your own heart. One day, you'll come back and ask me that question, and when that time comes, I want you to know who you are. ”

The man slowly got up and walked towards Zimo, and the moment he saw the man, Zimo was puzzled: "We've met?" ”

The man's hair was like tentacles reaching to the ground, and a kind smile appeared on his somewhat rugged but unusually handsome face.

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His right hand was raised upward, and with a slight move, Zimo only felt a heart-rending pain coming from his heart, and a golden whip slowly flew out of his chest, taking away a trace of black aura.

The man held the whip and waved his hand at Zimo, and said, "You should go back, if you don't go back, you won't wake up, remember my name, I am a catastrophe." ”

"Dao Tribulation!"

Zimo always felt as if he had heard of this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it anyway.

Just as he was thinking hard there, a person shrouded in darkness appeared on Zimo's side, this person could only see a vague shadow, and he said softly: "Deity, it's time to go, we will come back in the divine realm later." ”

Zimo turned sideways and glanced at the black figure, and asked suspiciously, "Spirit Baby, why are you here?" ”

The black shadow's voice was cold, "If you don't leave, it'll be too late." ”

Zimo's slender eyebrows were raised, and he said with some displeasure: "When is it too late?" I just came to the Divine Realm, why did you let me go back so quickly. ”

I don't know why, Zimo has a feeling in his heart that the divine realm is his home, he doesn't want to go back, and he doesn't know where he can go, because he has forgotten the way home.

There was a hint of anxiety in the cold voice of the black shadow, "Sister Zicicada is dying." ”

"Zicicada..."

Zimo kept repeating this somewhat unfamiliar but engraved name in his heart, but he couldn't remember who Zicicada was anyway.

"Zicicada..."

"Zicicada..."

"Zicicada... Who the hell is it! ”

Zimo chanted the name over and over again, he squatted on the ground and grabbed his hair and kept asking himself, "Who is Zi Chan, who am I, and who is the Dao Tribulation..."

The power of the three Shura was running in Zimo's body, and the aura on his body was extremely violent, like a fierce beast that would go berserk at any time.

The black shadow seemed to sigh, and directly turned into a black light and drilled into Zimo's body.

Zimo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if a lightning bolt crossed his mind, and many memories flew towards him like a nestling out of a shell.

His face was pale, his whole body trembled, and he said to himself: "No, I'm Zimo, I'm still in the Heavenly Fox Realm, I still have to find the Sanyuan Demon Lotus, and I want to save my sister, Zi Cicada..."

In an instant, the sky shattered, the ground collapsed, and the main hall of the Divine Punishment Sect was wiped out, Zimo only felt that the sky was spinning, and the whole person fell into darkness.

He has been groping in the dark, not knowing the east, south, north, west, and north, and not knowing how to get out of this darkness.

A light suddenly appeared in this darkness, although it was very small, but it made people hopeful.

When you get used to the darkness, the first light that appears, no matter how many years have passed, how many glorious things you have seen, that light you will never forget.

Zimo kept running towards that light, he seemed to be tireless, and he didn't know how long he had been running.

When he could finally touch the light, Zimo calmed down his excitement and excitement.

He took a deep breath, lifted his foot, and stepped in.

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