In the middle of the night, in the moonlight, a hideous black shadow gradually came from far and near in the moonlight.

On the back of this mosquito, there stood a person, whose long hair moved with the wind, full of a sense of flow. He stood on top of the mosquito beast with his hands behind his back, dressed in a green shirt, and looked even more upright.

This person is Wang Lin!

The mosquito beast gradually came, and under it, there was a mortal city, and here was the capital of the mortals of the Zhou Kingdom.

Everywhere in the attic roof, in the city a long river that runs through the north and south, the flower boats only, although it is the time of the three watches, but on it makes people *** bright, the sound of poetry comes from time to time, which is also mixed with the smiling soft words of the warbler woman, adding to the prosperity of this place. Wang Lin glanced at the flower boats, and rowed down with the mosquito beasts, like ghosts, floating directly between the long rivers, like flying immortals outside the sky, silently.

Inside the flower boat, there is a swinger Xu is drunk. went out to blow the wind, opened the curtain, and looked at it, but when he saw the blurred back of the mosquito beast, he immediately lost all his sense of wine, and was dumbfounded. In the eastern part of the city, above a luxurious mansion, bursts of laughter and music are constantly being heard. Wang Lin stood on top of the mosquito beast and said calmly: "Situ, it's time to go!"

After a while, all the sounds of Qu Yue in the mansion suddenly stopped, and the mansion, at this moment, there was no sound at once, so that everyone was all ossified. A boy in a purple robe walked out of it, his face showed reluctance, and he sighed: "Lao Tzu hasn't enjoyed it enough, cultivate the Tao, cultivate a bullshit, or the life of Prince Lao Tzu is good, at ease, no one dares to mess with it." ”

Wang Lin looked up at the bright moon in the sky and said slowly, "It's time to hit the road!"

"Wait a minute, how can you say that the little emperor of the Zhou Kingdom is very good to me this time, I'll go and give him some benefits!" Situ Nan's body shook and disappeared in place.

After half a pillar of incense, Situ Nan's figure suddenly appeared beside Wang Lin, laughed, and roared: "Let's go!! Leave Vermilion Bird Star !!"

As he spoke, he stepped on the mosquito beast under his feet, and the mosquito beast was afraid of him, but at this moment, he whimpered, and his body rushed forward, turning into a lone form, and rushing directly into the nine heavens.

As the speed of the mosquito beast became faster and faster, it went straight into the place of Gangfeng in the sky, and passed through this Gangfeng area. You can leave the Vermilion Bird Star completely!

At the moment when the mosquito beast rushed into Gangfeng, it was put into the storage bag by Wang Lin in a flash, and then Wang Lin's whole body, like a meteor, instantly rushed into Gangfeng.

Situ Nan was faster, one step ahead of Wang Lin, and stepped into the wind. The wind in the sky was blowing, and the powerful force of blocking pressure was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, Situ Nan laughed wildly and shouted: "Scatter Lao Tzu!"

With a roar, the entire Gangfeng suddenly seemed to be torn apart by invisible big hands in Situ Nan and Wang Lin Qianfeng, and the layers of Gangfeng quickly retreated, opening a passage.

The Gangfeng above the sky was originally an invisible thing that could only be felt with the body, but at this moment, the Gangfeng was tumbling in the clouds, setting off countless ripples in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, this ripple actually spread to the entire body.

At this moment, both mortals and monks on the Vermilion Bird Star raised their heads.

In their eyes, the sky suddenly became gorgeous and colorful, and the seven-colored light shone endlessly.

On Vermilion Bird Mountain, Zhou Wutai was wearing a red robe, and the whole person stood at the top of the mountain, looking at the sky, with a trace of emotion in his eyes.

Behind him, there were several people, all of whom were the newly elected deacons of Suzaku Mountain. Responsible for conveying every order of Zhou Wutai. "Brother Wang, go all the way!" Zhou Wutai muttered to himself. The scenes of acquaintance with Wang Lin kept passing through Zhou Wutai's mind, from a little prince who was a mortal in the Four Factions Alliance, until the destruction of the Four Factions Alliance, and finally all the way to the present, it was Wang Lin who gave up the title of Vermilion Bird and gave it to him.

All of this, Zhou Wutai recalled it, it was like a dream, the so-called years are in a hurry, and the situation is like this......

Zhao Guo, all the members of the Wang family, looked up at the sky one after another, Wang Zhuo looked at the sky in a daze, and sighed lightly.

Beside him, there was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, this young man was quite handsome, and at this moment he whispered: "Old grandfather, is it another old grandfather in the sky?"

Wang Zhuo touched the young man's head and said flatly: "Yes, he is the most respected person in my grandfather's life, my younger brother!"

In the state of Chu, in the jungle next to a valley, a huge and powerful tiger was roaring, pounced on a wild boar, easily bitten it to death, threw it down, threw it behind, and behind it, followed by seven or eight female tigers.

The tiger raised its head and roared, but suddenly its voice stopped suddenly, and it stood motionless with its tiger eyes looking at the sky.

Finally left, as soon as the tiger master saw him, he felt a chill in his heart. After a while, the tiger roared again, and there was a hint of joy in its voice.

It turned, and with the many female tigers behind it, ran towards the depths of the jungle, chasing the next prey.

Xiaobai has been waiting, it is waiting for Zhou Ru's call, it has always had a feeling in its heart that one day, Zhou Ru will come and take it away.

Chu State, in Phoenix Village, Zhou Ru's parents were sitting in the courtyard, looking at Zhou Ru, showing a happy smile, a family of three, talking about something, suddenly Zhou Ru raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Uncle......" Zhou Ru looked at the sky in a daze, she could vaguely sense that uncle, was slowly leaving, getting farther and farther away from her, this distance, infinitely extended, like a lifetime......

Vermilion Bird Star, where the immortal relics are located, the lark, sits on a lonely peak, looking at the sky.

His face was vicissitudes, and he was even older than a year ago. He was in the Suzaku Tomb and was seriously injured. After coming back, a year of healing, a slight recovery. But the vitality has been injured, and the sense of Shou Yuan's approaching is a feeling of fatigue, and I can't help but feel in my heart.

The longevity of the immortal relics is slightly longer than that of the monks, otherwise, with the cultivation of the lark, the longevity should have died many years ago.

"The afterlife is terrible......" After a long time, the lark sighed.

Where the Immortal Relic Clan was located, tens of thousands of miles away from the Skylark, a young man with golden runes flashing all over his body looked up at the sky, with a trace of melancholy on his face.

"Brother Wang, you, do you still remember me......" This person is the young patriarch of the Immortal Relic Clan, he has a tortuous story on his body, in the Vermilion Bird Tomb, he did not catch up with the snatching of the Star Cultivation Crystal, but he did not lose his life.

"Brother Wang, I'm going to leave Vermilion Bird Star next, I hope that one day, you and I will meet again!"

At this moment, the entire Vermilion Bird Star, all the monks, felt the fluctuations in the sky, and with their gaze, Wang Lin and Situ Nan rushed out of the wind and stepped into the starry sky.

On the Vermilion Bird Star, the ancestors of the troll clan under the Corpse Yin Sect have always cried for help.

In the land of the ancient gods, the sound of wild laughter still echoed, and the day when he got out of trouble was not far away.

In the Sea of Demon Cultivation, the rumors about the 100-day killing order of the Ten Thousand Demons have been echoing among those demon cultivators for a long time......

According to a legend, a monk named Wang Lin left a figure on the Vermilion Bird Star......