After a stick of incense, the little half-immortal heard a hoarse fox roar, and soon, the dark clouds began to disperse, and the thunder finally dissipated.

Between heaven and earth, suddenly only the light of the Futu Sword remained, flashing with brilliant light, becoming more and more prosperous.

With the sound of chanting, the brilliant seven-colored qi sword reappeared in the sky, constantly separating the monochromatic qi sword, and it was full of brilliance.

The originally dark and dreary sky, shrouded in the black clouds above the scorched black mountain peak, suddenly shot out a golden light, like a sharp sword, falling from the sky, piercing the deep darkness.

Immediately afterwards, the edges of the thick black clouds began to emit a faint golden light, as if inlaid with a layer of golden light for the black clouds.

It was just afternoon, and the sun was gradually revealing the clouds, and the sunlight pierced the sky, and a majestic golden cloud was shining in the sky.

The glow gradually showed the colors of purple, blue, and green. The afternoon sun reveals the first particles.

The little half-immortal had never seen this bright red so red, nor had he ever seen this bright red so fresh. In an instant, the little half-immortal gazed in the colorful glow.

The last rays of the sunset shone on the land. It was a few pillars of light that pierced through the chaotic clouds of the west, casting several huge golden spots of light on the surface of the sea beneath the black clouds.

Light and shadow are ever-changing, and the space shines down with hundreds of pillars of light. The pine forest is incomparably gorgeous, and the valley is full of glory.

When the dark clouds subsided, the sky and the earth once again ushered in the bright color, the thunder disappeared, the dark clouds slowly dispersed, and pillars of light pierced the clouds to shine on the earth.

Gradually, thousands of clusters of golden arrow-like light burst out of the clouds.

At the center of the daylight, the figure of the little half-immortal was shrouded in a golden halo, and then ten thousand rays of light spread out from them and shot straight into the white clouds.

Indeed, it is very similar to the feeling of becoming an immortal, with golden light and fluttering clothes!

The wisps of light between heaven and earth rolled and surged, shattering in the canyon, and the eyes of the little half-fairy who saw the fox demon killing him welled up with ecstasy, and the infinite wave of relief swept through his heart, so the little half-fairy felt tired at the moment!

Finally, the sun dispelled the haze and brought a thousand rays of light to the world.

The fog cleared, and the sky turned into clouds, floating faintly, and the top of the mountain was once again sunny and clear.

The little half-fairy had a wonderful feeling at this time, and at this time, the little half-fairy realized that in this brilliant past, he had already lived his life as he wanted.

This day is like the singing, the willows and flowers are bright, the peaks and loops are turning, and the fright is constant.

Five generations have been chaotic, once Yunkai sees the sky again. The grass and trees are a hundred years of new rain and dew, and the cars and books are thousands of miles old.

Things in the world are often unpredictable, and some things are always lost to the other, but they are gained from this.

The clouds open and see the sun, and the fog clears. Just like a dry seedling is reborn when the rain comes, and a dead tree is alive again in the spring breeze.

After a stick of incense, the wind gradually stopped, and the little half-fairy looked up, and the dark clouds covered the sky for almost several hours, and finally cleared.

Everything recovers, the haze dissipates, and neon hangs in the sky.

At the beginning of the drizzle, the clouds opened and the fog dispersed, and the sunset showed half of its red face on the horizon, the red light was glowing, and the new green on the clouds and mountains was slightly red.

As soon as the fog dispersed, the sky above the Yiyi clan was the warm sun and the bright blue sky, the flowing clouds suddenly dispersed, and they were wrapped in the top of the mountain in the distance, which was a paradise that made people suddenly brighten.

The weather that day was excellent, the blue sky was like a wash, the clouds were floating in the air, the sun was high, the warm sun was sprinkled, and the sky and the earth were clear.

At this time, the little half-immortal laughed for some reason, and his eyebrows seemed to be blowing in a spring breeze, stretching out.

In a blink of an eye, all these things passed, and the gloomy mood suddenly turned into a clear one, and it could really be said that the clouds and mist were cleared and the light of day was seen.

But the scene just now has been immortally imprinted in the heart of the little half-immortal.

Enlightenment is to no longer be confused by the world, and to reveal the true self at all times.

One tree, one Bodhi, one flower, one world. All things cross people, and the little half-immortal is willing to be crossed by this heaven and earth.

It's just that the way of heaven and earth is unfathomable, and the dull little half-immortals can't understand it.

But the little half-immortal is willing to be an ordinary person in the red world, and after crying and hurting, he blooms with a simple and optimistic heart.

After going through the vicissitudes of life and suffering, he still dances without regrets and spends his life.

It seemed that in just a moment, the clouds and mist spread out, as if everything had returned to the beginning of the flood and chaos.

Before the little half-immortal had time to come back to his senses, the clouds suddenly cleared and the fog dispersed, and all the scenery appeared clearly in the bottom of his eyes, allowing you to experience the meaning of transient changes and fleeting in a short period of time.

Little Half-Immortal believes that no matter what kind of parting and missing, there will always be a soulmate among the 3,000 passers-by, waiting for a soulmate to meet in this life and accompany each other to old age.

No matter what kind of wind and rain you experience, you will always find your own bright scenery, pink willows, and meet in spring.

Xiao Banxian believes that no matter what kind of ups and downs he has walked, there will always be a road, and in the middle of the peak and loop, the willows and flowers will be bright.

He suddenly brightened, his eyebrows opened and he smiled, his heart was as sweet as a long drought and sweet rain, and it seemed that he had seen a thousand rays of light in the long dark night.

The little half-immortal has never been the kind of good immortal who has great love, there is no divine wisdom, and there is no avenue.

He can't break through this red dust, and these infatuations linger. For her, the so-called letting go, the so-called letting go, the so-called breaking.

It can only be like this, clean, whether it is right or wrong, cause and effect, forget the antecedents. Three thousand prosperous eastward flowing waters, a dream of Chang'an will eventually turn into ashes.

There are many things in life that are not as smooth as imagined, and nine times out of ten, things in life are not as good as expected.

Everyone can have difficult problems to solve, and they can also turn around in the most difficult times.

Everyone has things that are hard to let go of and can't forget. If you really care, you should also put it down.

Xiao Banxian felt that since he couldn't break it, there was no need to worry about the facts that couldn't be changed, history wouldn't repeat itself, and time couldn't go back.

The day was full of excitement and cheer up. The little half-immortal inadvertently raised his head and looked at the clear sky after the clouds cleared and the fog dispersed.

Thinking about the reminder and cherishing of his life, he had the initial self-confidence in the nightmare.

The top of the mountain, the clouds and mist are swirling, if you meet by chance, in a moment, the clouds open and the fog disperses, only to see the golden waves rolling at the feet of the little half-fairy, and the top of the mountain floats and sinks in the surging gold......

Seeing that the valley had returned to its previous calm, Xiao Banxian waited for the churning qi and blood to be suppressed before getting up to check.

Although the power of the thunder is heavy, it will never hurt the innocent, and every blow will hit the target.

It's just that there are still a few big trees in the sky that have been chopped into scorched wood along the way, and it seems that it should be caused by the fox girl taking advantage of the big trees to avoid lightning.

Soon the little half-fairy found the fox girl who had been split back into her original form, and the red fox that sank into the lotus pond was just a leaf used to blind her eyes.

The corpse of the real fox demon was ten times larger than the red fox, and she buried her head in her tail before she died, and the fur on her body turned black.

The little half-immortal squatted down in front of her, although she was used to seeing life and death, she inevitably felt a trace of compassion in her heart.

He attached a talisman to the fox corpse, and soon a crimson bead emerged from the fox corpse.

The little half-fairy eye quickly grabbed it, directly wrapped it with a lock pill talisman, and then put it into the ruins.

This bead is the fox girl's natal inner dan, the thousand-year-old demon fox inner dan, a treasure that many cultivators dream of.

It's a pity that even such cultivation has not been able to condense into a little spirit.

But this trip finally got back.