Wang Lin silently watched the red butterfly dissipate, sighed lightly, his body moved, fell to the ground, and summoned his right hand into the deep pit, and the battle axe immediately flew back and was put into the storage bag by him.

Then his mind moved, and he grabbed it in the air. Suddenly, the Kunji whip in mid-air flashed and was grabbed by Wang Lin in his hand, and after taking a closer look, he put it into the storage bag. Embarrassment

There was a winning divine thought on this Kunji whip, and Wang Lin couldn't break it for the time being. But as long as he had this thing in his hand, he was sure that after dealing with trivial matters, he would condense the soul of the champion with a billion soul flags. Break the divine thoughts on this treasure, so as to truly obtain this Kunji whip!

After doing all this, Wang Lin glanced at the place where the red butterfly disappeared again, shook his head slightly, and stomped on his feet. His body turned into fine smoke and disappeared in place. Heading towards the Lingshan Mountain in the distance.

At this moment, on the Lingshan Mountain, the red cloud where the lark was located roared by, and came directly to the top of the Lingshan Mountain. Here, the red cloud turns into a red hurricane. Suddenly descending from mid-air, at the top of the mountain, the figure of the lark walked out of the hurricane, and behind him, Zhou Wutai looked respectful and followed.

At a glance, the lark saw the old man meditating cross-legged on the top of the mountain, with a small monkey squatting on his shoulder. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were like electricity, and after taking a closer look at it again, the lark's face suddenly changed slightly.

"I don't know which Taoist friend came from it. Why don't you show your true identity!" The lark said in a deep voice, staring at the old man.

The old man opened his eyes, glanced at the lark casually, and said abruptly: "You and I don't know each other. Even if you show your true body, you can still know that the old man Mingwei is not successful!" He bared his teeth at the lark, and his eyes flashed red.

The lark's face was as usual, and his eyes were like torches. He looked at the little monkey like lightning, and after a while. He smiled slightly and said, "It turned out to be a puppet ......."

The old man's eyes flashed red, staring at the lark, and at this moment, suddenly the little monkey on his shoulder squeaked, and the red light in the old man's eyes immediately dissipated, and he said in a deep voice: "In the Moli Sea!"

After saying this, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he closed his eyes and meditated again.

"Although this person seems to be a cultivator in the late stage of infant transformation, but in his body, there is another strange feeling, this feeling is imperceptible to others, and can only be perceived clearly when he has reached the peak cultivation...... This person is definitely not a person from the Vermilion Bird Star!" The lark glanced at the old man, withdrew his gaze, looked at the huge door in the void, and was silent.

With his understanding of the Suzaku Tomb, he felt quite surprised along the way, the Suzaku Tomb that the previous generation of Suzaku and he talked about was by no means like this.

The spiritual creature composed of the soul of life is clearly condensed by the strange power of the crystal of cultivating stars, and in the speech of the previous generation of Vermilion Birds, among the larks, the larks clearly remember that this kind of spiritual object can only appear in the crystal of cultivating stars, and only inside the crystal of cultivating stars.

It's just that the Lingshan here, but it's true, the door above the Lingshan is the only way to enter the tomb of the generation of Vermilion Birds, and the crystal of cultivating stars is stored in the tomb of the generation of Vermilion Birds.

It's just that this door, if you don't have the heart to cultivate, can't open it.

In order to enter it, it must wait for it to shatter to a certain extent.

As the lark observed, his expression suddenly moved. casually glanced at the bottom of the spiritual mountain and retracted his gaze.

After a while, I saw the figure of Qianfeng flashing out from under the Spirit Mountain, and after he appeared, his face immediately showed a defensive look, and he cautiously glanced at the lark. After a little groaning, his body moved, found an open space in the corner of the side, and sat down cross-legged.

It didn't take long for several people to come here one after another. Two of them are the eight-leaf spell masters of the Immortal Relic Clan. After the two of them went up to Lingshan, they saw the lark, and immediately showed joy, and immediately came to the lark's side, with a respectful face.

As for one of the monks, there was also one person here, this person was wearing a green robe, and his face wore a hideous mask, and a green light appeared on the mask, preventing the divine sense from penetrating, and after he went up to the spiritual mountain, he looked around, and sat silent.

An hour later, the three long rainbows in the distance broke through the sky and galloped here, but just as these three long rainbows were approaching, suddenly the entire Lingshan shook violently. Especially the huge door. There was a buzzing sound and a violent trembling. The cracks on it, in the rumbling sound, suddenly opened up one after another.

At this moment, not only the Lingshan Mountain was shaking, but the entire Suzaku Tomb was shaking.

Like the first tremor, large swaths of land collapsed into nothingness, and a large number of dimensional cracks appeared everywhere in the heavens and the earth.

Above the sky, even more so, crumbling everywhere. The three Changhongs that galloped were without exception. None of them finally stepped into the Spirit Mountain, and all of them collapsed in this collapse, trapped in the dimensional rift, and died tragically.

This time, the shaking lasted longer than the first time, and it slowly stopped after thirty breaths, but these thirty breaths of time caused the entire exterior of the Suzaku Tomb to collapse, and it became a void place full of countless dimensional cracks.

In Suzaku Mountain, there are still strong monks who want to enter the cemetery, but every time they enter, they will be immediately swallowed by dimensional rifts, without exception.

Gradually, more and more people entered. But the passage of the Suzaku Tomb seemed to have no restrictions, and it was still possible to enter, and slowly, some monks found out that something was wrong, and in the end, the matter immediately became strange, and no one dared to step into the passage.

In their eyes, the passage seemed to have become a beast devouring monks, just walk in. There is no life.

On the spiritual mountain inside the Vermilion Bird Tomb, with the second collapse of the Star Cultivation Crystal, cracks gradually increased on the huge door, and several of them were even connected to each other.

After the tremor, the lark's eyes flickered. Staring at the huge door, with a wave of his right hand, a piece of immortal power was re-emitted from his starting hand, turning into a huge handprint, which suddenly rushed out and landed on the door.

Under the seal, the door suddenly shook, but the fragmentation on it did not increase, but the handprint disappeared into it out of thin air.

The lark frowned slightly, in line with his hands. With a gloomy face, he waited for the next collapse, but his gaze sometimes swept down the mountain, as if waiting for something.

At this moment, a purple figure walked up from under the Spirit Mountain, this person was a woman, with a purple veil on her face.

He was not alone, around him, there were four old men with runes flashing on their foreheads, and each of these four old men had the cultivation of the late stage of the transformation of the gods. Multiple scars can be seen on their bodies.

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This woman is Zixin, and the reason why she and Zhou Wutai can come here with their divine cultivation is precisely because they each have several talismans!

This talisman was given by the lark to keep them safe.

Seeing the purple core, the lark nodded slightly. Motioning for the other party to come over, Zixin took a deep breath and casually glanced at the dry breeze in the corner not far away. With a hint of hatred in his eyes, he walked towards the lark.

The moment the dry wind appeared in the purple core, his eyes never left his body, and his face was extremely ugly, revealing his eyes. When he looked at the purple core, there was actually a trace of painful struggle that flashed away.

"Jian people Zixin!!" Qianfeng stared at Zixin and said word by word.

Zixin looked at Qianfeng and didn't say a word, but the hatred in his eyes was almost monstrous.

Qianfeng's breathing was a little heavy, he glanced at the lark, took a deep breath, suppressed his thoughts, glanced at Zixin gloomily, and closed his eyes with a sneer.

At this moment, there was another figure, jumping out from under the spiritual mountain, and landed on the top of the mountain.

The dry wind opened his eyes suddenly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Purple Core immediately bowed her head and took a few steps back to stand behind the lark.

The Skylark's eyes sparkled, and a hint of an intriguing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Wutai sighed in his heart, he chased Wang Lin before, and wanted to tell him something, but he didn't expect to meet a lark who appeared here for some reason on the way, and was brought here by the other party.

The person who came to the top of the mountain was none other than Wang Lin!

The old man with the little monkey, after seeing Wang Lin's figure, his eyes flashed red, revealing a strange color, looking at Wang Lin, with a gloomy smile.

Especially the little monkey on his shoulder, looking at Wang Lin's gaze, revealing an undisguised ferocity.

The man wearing the mask also glanced at Wang Lin sideways, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and he immediately became clear again and nodded to Wang Lin. Didn't speak.

Wang Lin was extremely embarrassed at the moment, the clothes on his body were torn in many places, before he went up the mountain, halfway up, caught up with the second collapse of the Vermilion Bird Tomb, under the gap in that large range of dimensions, he almost died, and finally dug a cave on the Spirit Mountain, hid in it, and only dared to come out after surviving the collapse, so he was spared.

If he had been in the air at the time, he would have been dead by now.

"Brother Wang......"

"Zeng Niu!"

"Wang Lin!"

Three different calls came from the air of several people on the top of the mountain.

The person who called him Brother Wang was naturally only Zhou Wutai.

The person who said Zeng Niu was a dry wind, and the last vicissitudes of life was from a lark!

Wang Lin's face was as usual, his eyes swept over everyone, and finally landed on the lark, which was the first time he had seen the lark since the last goodbye.

The sloppy appearance of the past has long been swept away, and the lark at this moment has a vague appearance of a vermilion bird in him.

Wang Lin looked at the lark, and the lark also looked at Wang Lin, and both of them were silent to each other.

After a while, Wang Lin smiled bitterly, hugged his fists and said: "The juniors see the seniors......"

The lark sighed lightly, shook his head, and said, "You are here too......"

Wang Lin slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and black light flew out of it, and with a wave of Wang Lin, these black mangs immediately flew towards the larks, stopped next to the larks, and turned into wood carvings.