Wang Lin and Chen Daozi sat at the head of the city like this, silently drinking the wine in their hands with each other, looking up from time to time, they could also see the fiery red heaven and earth in the distance, and the heat wave was pervasive, whistling by. "Dead...... The third child died, and the second child's primordial spirit finally dissipated......" Chen Daozi drank all the wine in the pot in a bitter sip, still on the side. "The third son of the dust road, the third son of the dust road, now, I am the only one left......"

Wang Lin was silent, took a sip of the wine in his hand, and said softly: "Back then, I shouldn't have let the three of you go together......"

That dust Daozi turned around abruptly and stared at Wang Lin, his expression revealed hideousness and hatred for Qin, Wang Lin also looked at Chen Daozi, looking at it silently. "Ling'er, go get a drink!" The two looked at each other for a long time, the hideousness on Chendaozi's face gradually dissipated, and Ling'er said to Ling'er behind him with some gloom, turned his head, and looked at the fiery red of the world in the distance.

"Cultivators, if you go against the sky, since you have embarked on this road of no return, you will inevitably disappear, I understand this...... Back then, you invited the three of us to go to the land of demons, but I didn't force it, it was the three of us who volunteered, and the old man also understood this...... "Chen Daozi looked bitter, looked at the wine jugs scattered around him, picked up a few and shook them, and they were all empty.

Wang Lin Shen handed the wine jug in his hand to Chen Daozi, who took it and drank a big sip, tears flowed from his eyes, and muttered: "The old man hates that he has not cultivated enough, what he hates is that he has not resurrected the second and third brothers, and he hates that he has no revenge!!

At this moment, Ling'er also bought wine from the city, and with red eyes, she gently placed a few wine jugs next to the dusty road.

Wang Lin picked up a wine jug, drank a pot in one gulp, showed decisiveness in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Dust Daozi, Wang is responsible for this matter, if you didn't let the three of you go with you back then, there would not be such a sad thing, the one who killed your junior brother is the Ancient Demon Tajia, Wang promised, it won't be long before you have the opportunity to kill the Ancient Demon Tajia with your own hands, and avenge your junior brother!"

"That's true!"

"This is Wang's promise to you!" Wang Lin put the wine jug on the ground, got up and looked at the sky and earth in the distance, as if he was recalling something, and said slowly: "A person is born, life and death, if you see it through, you will see it through...... Your brother and sister, and you go to the memorial, it's enough. We cultivators, life and death are no longer our own lives, in the vast star field, there will be monks dying every day, how many people remember them, and how many can be sacrificed for them.

When you embark on this road of no return, you must see through life and death, your own life and death, and the life and death of others...... Wang once sent the ashes of a deceased back to his hometown, where he heard a children's ballad.

The apricot blossom tree, blooming white flowers, and the adopted daughter Mo put the Taoist priest's house. Erlang just went up the mountain a year ago, and after a year, Ichiro's bones were cold, and his adopted daughter cried to accompany the dead, but he regarded the coffin as his own home. Apricot blossom tree, white flowers, children do not want to see Taoists, if you ask me how old I am, but also said that there is no Taoist fate, a dog barks, a cat scratches. Frightened, the Taoist priest returned to his hometown......

is a little nursery rhyme, but it points through the sorrow and sorrow of my generation...... Dusty Daozi, see through it, see through it, and your pain will be less......"

Wang Lin's voice was calm, but there was a strong melancholy, leaving this paragraph, he got up and walked into the distance, his back contained a depression and loneliness that was even richer than Zhichen Daozi.

Chen Daozi looked at Wang Lin's back in a daze, and his ears surrounded the previous words, seeing that Wang Lin was about to go away, he stood up and said loudly: "Can you see through?"

Wang Lin's body in the distance shook and stopped, he didn't look back, he sank for a long time, and said softly: "I haven't seen through the ......" With bitterness, Wang Lin turned into a long rainbow and went straight to the sky.

Time gradually passed, and since Wang Lin left the dust road, he had always sat cross-legged by the crater, silently looking at the volcano, and constantly replaying the scenes of the past in his mind.

He can't see through life and death, so he has to endure more than a thousand years of pain and loneliness, and he will continue to bear it......

Struggling in that pain, with the thoughts in my heart as my soul, walking on this vast path of monasticism, with no beginning and no end.

At the volcano, in addition to the slightest sound of billowing black smoke rising, there was also the sound of the surrounding heaven and earth burning like flames, except for these, there was silence.

In this silence, Wang Lin sat there silently, in front of him, there was a coffin, this coffin was like crystal, out of the bright light, in it, a woman lay quietly. The woman's skin was crystal clear, and she didn't look like a dead person at all, but as if she was asleep.

This woman does not have the appearance of the world, let alone the temperament of the alluring city, but in Wang Lin's eyes, even if she is the most beautiful person in the world, the daughter of the alluring city, she can't compare to the woman in this coffin. "Wan'er......" Wang Lin's right hand rubbed lightly on the coffin, his eyes revealed tenderness, and he looked at the woman in the coffin, as if he had returned to the Vermilion Bird Star. Life and death, Wang Lin, can't see through it after all.

At this moment, it was as if everything in this heaven and earth no longer existed, and the only thing left was him and the woman in the coffin.

Silently feeling lonely, quietly looking at this woman who has been with him for more than a thousand years, in this quiet world, Wang Lin gradually found a trace of warmth in his heart.

Although this warmth is small, it is integrated into Wang Lin's soul. Like the illusion on the left bank, knowing that it can dissipate at any time, but still persistently watching, even if it is separated by a river of life and death.

More than a thousand years of cultivation, the woman in this coffin is the only sustenance in Wang Lin's heart. Rubbing the coffin, Wang Lin seemed to have forgotten everything, and just looked at the woman silently.

"When you wake up...... We are looking for a peach orchard that no one can find and live quietly......" Wang Lin showed a gentle smile on his face, this small wish in the eyes of others is the biggest wish in his heart. "I didn't know much about it before...... Now, I understand......" Wang Lin muttered, revealing a deep sadness and melancholy from his duties.

In the past, he was only ignorant of the love between Zhou Yi and Qinghao, but after more than a thousand years of cultivation and endless loneliness, Wang Lin understood.

It is a kind of spiritual sustenance, that is a kind of persistence and struggle, and it is a kind of unwillingness!

"Wan'er, do you remember, I once told you that even if you die this day, I will snatch you back!!" Wang Lin's eyes revealed a determination against the sky.

This burning star field worm, every cultivation star of the Vermilion Bird Holy Sect, the most lacking is the volcano, and the volcano here and there often bursts out thick magma in this special environment.

Every time a volcano explodes, it will make the whole earth tremble, and the rumbling sound is enough to shake the earth, especially the billowing black smoke covering the sky, and the magma falling like rain, it is like the end of heaven and earth!

For the disciples of the Vermilion Bird Holy Sect, they had seen most of the volcanic explosions, but what Wang Lin had seen was very few.

At this moment, in the volcano where he was, muffled sounds continued to appear, and they became more and more intense, but Wang Lin didn't care about these at all, in his eyes, there was only Li Muwan in the coffin.

The rumbling sound in the volcano became more and more intense, and in the end, it was as if a giant beast was roaring in the volcano, and a puff of black smoke rose from the crater in the trembling of the earth, and spread wildly in a circle in the sky, covering the red rays from the sky, making the earth suddenly in pitch black.

Immediately after, the roaring sound in the volcano became more and more intense, and in an instant, a crimson light rushed out of the sky, and a pillar of magma rushed out, straight into the sky!

From a distance, this scene is extremely amazing, especially Wang Lin at this moment, who is sitting next to the crater, the surrounding mountains and rocks are shaking, a large area is falling off, and some of them are swept into it in the rush out of the magma.

This magma was almost soaring into the sky in front of Wang Lin, less than a foot away from him! The thick heat wave and magma were like a fire dragon rushing out of the volcano, with an earth-shattering roar that turned into a rain of fire in the sky.

It was as if at this moment, heaven and earth collapsed in front of Wang Lin, but he didn't make him look up and take a look...... just looked at the coffin silently, not caring at all.

Moreover, in this volcanic explosion, the earth seems to be rolling, cracks appear, and the falling magma is quickly diffused, and with the shaking of the earth, with the continuous eruption of the volcano, the thick magma in the crater overflows, and flows down the volcano like angry waves. As the magma flowed, it covered the entire volcano in the blink of an eye, spreading downward.

At this moment, the sky was like magma rain, the ground was covered like waves, and the whole day was in a black and red, the black was billowing smoke, and the red was the magma that illuminated everything. "Beautiful...... Wang Lin said softly. "This is the power of the landslide, and it is also the volcanic collapse that I have been waiting for all these days...... Wan'er, you accompany me and witness my comprehension of the fourth form of Bai Fan's immortal art...... Landslide!"

Wang Lin muttered softly to himself, looking at the rain-like magma in the sky. At this moment, the volcano where he was, the rumbling sound reappeared, and it exploded again.

The shaking of the earth increased farther and farther, causing another volcano in the distance to tremble, and under Wang Lin's gaze, the volcano in the distance suddenly spewed out thick smoke and magma.

Wang Lin slowly closed his eyes, and gradually appeared in his mind the scenes of Qing Shui's right hand raised and performed the landslide immortal technique in the Killing Domain Realm.

In fact, as early as in the land of demons back then, Wang Linkun found a trace of a landslide in the volcanic explosion, but this feeling was very weak, and he couldn't think about it under the crisis at that time.

But right now, in the cultivation star of this Vermilion Bird Holy Sect, the most important thing is the volcanoes everywhere, and after Wang Lin realized Huo Wu, gradually, the immortal technique about landslides that Qing Shui left in his mind slowly became clear.