At this moment, thousands of miles away where Wang Lin and the red butterfly were, Zhou Wutai galloped away, he cultivated to not be in the infant transformation period, and his speed was not as good as Wang Lin, and he kept catching up in the back.

The moment the scimitar galloped by just now, he was shocked, that kind of speed, he had never seen in his life. Embarrassment

While he was flying, Zhou Wutai suddenly frowned. The figure immediately stopped, looked back behind him, and in the sky behind him, a red light roared, densely tumbling in the clouds, and the whole heaven and earth were reflected in red.

Even those dimensional cracks in the sky were quickly dissipated one by one under the impact of this red cloud at this moment.

Zhou Wutai sighed secretly, immediately stood respectfully, and stood there, motionless.

The red cloud was like an ancient fierce beast, roaring through the sky, and when Zhou Wutai was in the sky, an old voice came out from it: "Come in!"

Zhou Wutai hurriedly said yes, his body moved, turned into a long rainbow, and flew into the red cloud.

In the red cloud, I saw an old man in the vicissitudes of life, dressed in red, with his hands behind his back, his eyes like electricity, looking into the distance. His body didn't move, but the red cloud under his feet was fast and flew forward.

Zhou Wutai stood beside the old man with a respectful expression.

"Zhou Wutai sees his predecessors. ”

The old man nodded slightly, and his gaze swept into the distance. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the distance, and at a glance, he fell thousands of miles away, where Wang Lin and Red Butterfly were fighting, he was silent for a while, and said flatly: "Where is the purple core?"

Zhou Wutai said in a deep voice: "Zixin and I met Wang Lin on the way, and then Zixin left alone. ”

The old man sighed lightly and said, "That's it, don't care about her, you follow me to Lingshan here!" After the old man finished speaking, the red cloud under his feet was faster, and he galloped towards Lingshan.

This old man is a lark!

The Immortal Relic Clan uses the runes of the Void Ancestor's skull. With its twelve-leaf cultivation, the restrictions of the Suzaku Tomb were temporarily broken, and the larks were sent into it.

However, if the Void Ancestor was alive, he might be able to completely break the ban on cultivating the Star Crystal by virtue of his cultivation. But the people of the Immortal Relic Clan, after all, are cracked with the power of the runes in the skull, so they naturally can't be perfect, although they send the lark, but they have the limit of the time mountain, once it exceeds a certain time. When the power of the runes dissipates, the lark will be directly obliterated by the strange power in the Star Cultivation Crystal.

Therefore, as soon as he entered this place, he did not waste any time, and galloped as fast as he could, heading straight to Lingshan, the center of this place.

At this moment, the dry wind was rushing towards Lingshan, and the lark was also flying, except for the two of them. There are also some people who have come here one after another, galloping towards the interior of the Suzaku Tomb, the most central location.

Among these people, there are people from the immortal relics clan and monks as well.

At this moment, on the top of Lingshan, there is an old man who has already come here, this person has an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are showing a thick blood light. On its shoulder, squatting sat a small monkey, a pair of monkey eyes red and heavier!

This old man is standing at the top of the Spirit Mountain, here. There was a huge door in the void, and the edges of it emitted bursts of dazzling golden light.

This gate is about 100 feet high, reaching straight into the sky, and on it, a crack appears at this moment, like a scar, which is extremely shocking.

The old man looked at them, his eyes were even redder, and a grim smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating and breathing. The little monkey on his shoulder is looking around, and a pair of monkey eyes are shining (red) - (invisible, I added it myself).

Let's talk about Wang Lin and Red Butterfly here.

The crystal rose in front of the red butterfly exudes a delicate charm, and the phantom shadow of the red butterfly on it is the hidden deep divine consciousness of the red butterfly, which is the real her!

He looked at Wang Lin, his eyes were full of pride, and he said softly: "Zeng Niu, let's make a move...... Kill me...... This kind of life that has lost its sanity, it is useless to stay, I am a red butterfly, I would rather die than survive......"

Wang Lin looked at the red butterfly, and the scenes between him and this woman flashed in his mind.

"The proud girl of the sky, but she landed like this, sad!" Wang Lin sighed lightly, what he saw in the red butterfly phantom was not pride, but a trace of deeply hidden sorrow, the sadness of his heart.

This kind of sorrow contains a deep pain, which makes people look at it and can't help but shake their hearts.

"Red Butterfly, I will fulfill your ......" Wang Lin's eyes froze, and he waved the battle axe in his hand, suddenly. He jumped to his feet, and in mid-air he let out a low roar, and the tomahawk in his hand came out of his hand, like a meteor around lightning, and flew straight towards the red butterfly.

This axe brought a powerful aura. As the sky streaked, the void shook, as if it was about to collapse.

It slashed towards the earth, and before it could get close, the ground cracked, and the wind and sand walked in all directions, crumbling and crumbling.

Red Butterfly raised his head and looked at the giant axe, on the roses in front of him, that trace of divine consciousness turned into green smoke and penetrated into the center of the body's eyebrows, at this moment, Red Butterfly's eyes, no longer have a fighting spirit, no longer empty, some, a trace of clarity, a trace of pride, a trace of sadness, a trace of hatred.

The corners of Red Butterfly's mouth slowly revealed a smile, this kind of smile, extremely happy, was rare on her face.

At this moment, she is like an innocent girl, letting go of all the obsessions of her heart. A monstrous battle intent came out from the axe that roared from the sky, and at this moment, it seemed that there was an invisible giant, holding a giant axe, descending from the sky, frantically slashing down.

The smile on the red butterfly's face is beautiful, but

In this smile, there is still a deep pride, and this pride is all about the red butterfly.

Red Butterfly's life is spent in pride, she is dying at the moment, still proud, proud Lingyun is as red as a butterfly... The tomahawk slashed into the air, and a vain wind broke out from the sky around the axe, and there were bursts of rumbling noises along both sides, echoing between heaven and earth. Embarrassment

Today, the life of the red butterfly, less than three hundred years, her short life is like the butterfly, although instantly, but its Jiang Li, her arrogance, is to make all the people who come into contact with her, unforgettable!

Although her arrogance makes many people dislike her, although her ruthlessness makes many people unable to really get close, she is a red butterfly!

Proud Red Butterfly!

The tomahawk is approaching, only less than ten zhang away from the red butterfly, a breath of destruction and destruction, coming from the tomahawk, at this moment, if the red butterfly wants to resist, she has the qualifications to resist, if she wants to dodge, she has the strength to break off, but, she does not resist, does not break off, her eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and the pride revealed is also getting more and more sense.

It's just that in the pride, there is a trace of regret, although it is hidden deeply, but Wang Lin still sees it.

In the eyes of the red butterfly, she seemed to see the teacher, the teacher's voice and smile, the grace of teaching in childhood, and the words of kindness and severity in girlhood, this scene appeared in her eyes.

In addition to Shizun, in her eyes, there was also a figure, it was a thin young man, this young man's eyes were always so gentle, just silently looking at herself.

Seeing this figure, a smile appeared at the corner of Red Butterfly's mouth.

The picture in the eyes. Always flashing, in the end, fixed on a young man, the love in this person's eyes is extremely strong, he did not hesitate to steal the Kunji whip for the sake of the red butterfly, and did not hesitate to do the same.

"Goodbye..."The beauty of the red butterfly slowly solidified.

Tomahawk, Present!

The roses in front of the red butterfly immediately emitted a dazzling red glow, and the petals flew down one by one, flying around, and finally, they fell into the void.

The corners of the red butterfly's mouth left a trace of blood, and her eyes were dim, but between her eyebrows, the thick sense of pride never dispersed.

"When the flowers bloom next year, roses will bloom on the Vermilion Bird, and a blue rose will bloom in the Far North Plain, Wang Lin, that's my gift to you..."

The rose, which had lost its petals, was left with only its stamens, and when the tomahawk was on its way, it collapsed, turned into ashes, and dissipated.

The center of her eyebrows, appeared, a trace of red marks, blood secretion, shocking.

"Red Butterfly, in your life, there is a catastrophe! The second catastrophe is the line of life and death, you have passed, your life is flat, if you can't get it, then you can only end up with hatred, the master has worked hard all his life to calculate this hexagram for you, be careful in everything..."

"Red Butterfly, you are in this catastrophe, I'm afraid you should be on this Zeng Niu, Zeng Dou, you can't stay!"

The red butterfly's eyes were filled with blood, and there was a red mist in front of her.

"Master, you calculated the first tribulation of the red butterfly, but unfortunately, you only calculated the person who was the final tribulation, and you couldn't calculate the dry wind that gave the red butterfly the second tribulation..."

The tomahawk roared, piercing directly through the red butterfly's body, and sank into the ground with a thud.

On the ground, a deep pit was left, and a trace of black smoke spread out from it, spreading out of the armor on the red butterfly's body, and a trace of cracks appeared, and cracks and veins spread on it, and finally filled all the corners.

She closed her eyes, and her body slammed, turning into a blood mist...... The breeze blew, and the blood mist slowly dissipated, turning into a little blood-colored crystal, permeating the world for a generation of beautiful women, red butterflies, died...... "Wang Lin... Help me... Kill the dry wind... Okay..."

Wang Lin was in mid-air, silent, he looked up at the sky, vaguely, as if he heard the sound of the sword before leaving, the divine thought from the heart... Red as a butterfly... Although it is short, it fills the heart and makes people unforgettable... The red butterfly passed away, leaving only a jade slip and a Kunji whip, and these two items floated quietly in the air, exuding a lonely color..." The artistic conception of the dry wind is an infinite desire, he devours it as well, he wants to get all the actual artistic conceptions, how can it be swallowed, what the dry wind needs is not the artistic conception, but the insight of communicating with heaven when understanding the artistic conception.

By devouring the artistic conception, you can obtain different perceptions, so that you can make your artistic conception continue to improve, and finally reach perfection..."

Wang Lin took the jade slip, which was recorded by the red butterfly over the years by observing the dry wind.