Splashes bloom on the cold and damp bluestone pavement, and the drizzle falls on the world, trickling down the cracks of the pavement, all of which merge into the clear river that runs through the ancient town.

The scattered pavilions were quietly hidden between the thin rain curtains, without revealing the slightest smell of fireworks, only in the damp and dark places on the side of the stone bridge, there were faint green grass plants, which grew tenaciously under the infiltration of cold rain.

The dusty silk and satin shoes stepped on the edge of the stone slab, and the very beautiful young man bent down, picked up a small grass with his white fingers, stared at it for a moment, and then lowered it into the stream.

Walking slowly across the stone bridge between the pines, a deserted and dilapidated land temple came into view, the roof of the temple had already collapsed for the most part, and the rain was raging unhindered, wetting the dense yellow grass in the temple.

Between the barren grass, a stone statue with only a small body remaining.

The face of the stone statue has been missing a lot, but it can still vaguely glimpse its former majesty and coldness, but in the current dilapidated wasteland, its majesty has been reduced by half, but it exudes a little dullness.

The rain subsided, and the clean satin shoes creaked on the grass.

"Get out."

The handsome young man looked down at the broken stone statue and said in a cold tone.

Wisps of gray aura swirled around the mutilated parts of the stone statue, gradually condensing, and finally turned into a majestic, white-haired old man.

As soon as the white-haired old man appeared, he knelt down like a jade pillar on the golden mountain, and said, "The land of the dry pine stream has seen the king!"

The handsome young man said, "You are a third-rank god in vain, I have only been in retreat for a while, and you have ruined my dry pine stream like this?"

The majestic color on the surface of the dry pine stream disappeared, revealing a little innocent meaning, and said, "The Holy Child King is angry, since the beginning of the king's retreat, more than 100,000 years have passed, where is the time......

Hearing this, the Holy Child King was stunned and said to himself, "No wonder I woke up in this rare rain of light and rain, it turned out that it had been so long."

The god of the Sanpin Heavenly Realm is called the Heavenly Monarch of Lingxiao, but now this dry pine stream land does not have the slightest arrogance of Lingxiao creatures, but trembling from beginning to end, for fear of angering this beautiful young man called "Holy Child King".

The Holy Child King raised his head and looked at the increasingly sparse drizzle above the gray sky dome, and said, "The Heavenly Source Rain that is sprinkled on the ground like this will only appear when the transcendent beings fall, do you know whose Dao system has been destroyed?"

The land of the dry pine stream responded, "The king of the good sect has learned that it is the great trend of the Wolf Mountain, the Supreme Bodhisattva Venerable, who has attained nirvana."

The Holy Child King was stunned for a moment and said, "This Bodhisattva has cultivated to the realm of transcendence that intervenes in fate, how can he disappear?"

The dry pine stream shook his head and said, "I don't know about this."

Glancing at the Holy Child King, the dry pine stream continued to speak, "King, there is one more thing that the old slave is a little afraid to say."

The Holy Child King gave him a cold look and said, "Speak."

The dry pine stream took out a roll of brocade silk from his sleeve and said slowly, "The master left a message before leaving, and asked the king to see it himself."

The Holy Child King took the scroll of brocade silk and looked at it with ten lines, his expression becoming more and more cold.

Seeing that his face was pale, the dry pine stream land subconsciously retreated a little.

After a few breaths, the Holy Child King's fingers flashed with a distorted flame, and he casually turned the brocade silk into ashes, gritted his teeth and said, "Your master is really delirious, I am very comfortable in this dry pine stream, and it is simply nonsense to let me go to patrol the Rausch Prison Realm!"

The land of the dry pine stream saw the distorted fire that burned everything, and his body trembled, but he still whispered, "Your lord, it's your master."

As soon as his words fell, the cold gaze of the Holy Child King swept over, and even if the dry pine stream land was silent, he never said half a word of nonsense.

The flame is called the "Samadhi True Fire", and nothing can be burned in the earthly world.

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The land of Songjian is just the cultivation of the first realm of Lingxiao, so naturally he does not dare to try this flame of samadhi in person.

"No, no!"

The Holy Child King flicked his robes and completely scattered the ashes.

The dry pine stream land looked bitter and said, "King, but where is the master......

The Holy Child King became more and more irritable, and said, "I finally got out of the customs once, don't upset me."

With that, he turned around, jumped up, and headed straight for the great whirlpool at the edge of the dry pine stream.

When he reached the bottom of the whirlpool, the dry pine stream appeared with a bitter face, and pleaded, "The king......

The Holy Child King flipped his palm, and a red cherry spear glowing with crimson flames erupted, and the tip of the spear was filled with terrifying samadhi true fire.

The body of the dry pine stream trembled, and he stood motionless, completely shutting his mouth.

"Get out of here," the Holy Child King saw that he was interested, so he wiped it casually and put away the spear in his hand, "This Cave of Dry Pine Stream Fire Cloud is more or less a blessed land cave, and now I have only been in retreat for a while, and it has become like this, and I have not yet settled accounts with you. Next, you will take care of this dojo for me and re-condense the luck of the dojo, do you know?"

The dry pine stream land nodded busily, and no longer dared to stop half a minute.

The Holy Child King snorted coldly, and then turned into a red rainbow of light and disappeared straight into the huge vortex in front of him.

In the changing light and shadow, the abundant aura of the earth realm and the human world filled his mouth and nose, causing the Holy Child King to take a big breath extremely greedily here, and said to himself, "I have been in the Huoyun Cave for so long, and I haven't returned to the realm for a long time."

The fragmented light and shadow collapsed, and the extremely dark curtain of the continent realm came into view.

The Holy Infant King looked at it fixedly, and couldn't help but sigh with a bad sigh: "Sure enough, my withered pine stream qi luck has decayed, and even the cave sky vortex has been twisted to this point, and it has actually teleported me under the realm curtain, which is really hateful!"

Suddenly, the Samadhi True Fire in the depths of his true spirit trembled slightly, causing the Holy Infant King's expression to froze here.

The realm is a dark place between the continent and the sea, and very few living beings have set foot here, but now the Samadhi True Fire seems to have sensed something, and the Holy Child King's mind turns, following the direction selected by the induction, and travels quickly through the darkness.

As the distance got closer, the power of the sense became more and more intense, and the Holy Child King suddenly stopped, staring at a pitch-black fire lotus in the gray darkness hundreds of zhang away, with a solemn expression.

The lotus flower transformed by the pitch-black flame was extremely weird, slowly rotating every moment, and wisps of terrifying karma permeated out, showing the extraordinaryness of this lotus.