"So that's it..."

Zhang Lindao clutched the oil lamp tighter and tighter, his bones becoming emaciated and white.

His breathing became rapid, and the candlelight of the oil lamp became dimmer. With his last instinct, he looked far south and saw Zhao Wujiang in the Divine Demon Gate of Nanhe Continent in the Southern Divine Water Region.

"So that's it..."

He also saw more, saw the invisible threads on Zhao Wujiang's body.

It seems to be a network that seems to connect countless causes and effects.

"Destiny is like a web, and it goes back and forth. It turns out that I, Zhang Lindao, am also in the game, and I am also a son..."

Zhang Lindao's voice was extremely hoarse, his eyes were blurred, and the oil lamp in his hand could no longer be held. It fell to the ground with a clang, the lamp oil was scattered on the floor, and the light was extinguished.

Death is like a lamp going out, and a person's soul dies when a lamp goes out.

His head dropped, his gray hair was messy and disheveled, his body leaned forward, his head hit the ground hard, and his posture became a kneeling posture.

Ren Zong Dao first came to the Dao. He was born in Ren Zong and died in Ren Zong. He rose up due to his exquisite thinking and calculation of inexhaustible strategies, but fell down due to the pure, kind and sincere heart of human nature.

He lost his breath and sat down to the north and knelt down to the south.

Zhao Wujiang, who was consolidating his cultivation in Nanhe Continent in the south, didn't know.

Because I don’t know, I calmly accept this kneel, this bow, this line of cause and effect.

Zhao Wujiang's soul was filled with demonic energy, as if the demonic aura and soul had merged into one.

He seemed to sense something and looked towards the far north, his sight blocked by clouds and moonlight.

He didn't know why, but within three months at the latest, even if he was in the Divine Demon Sect, he would definitely go to Tianbaozhou.

First he wanted to go to Renzong to see how his old friends were doing.

Secondly, if he wants to step into Daolian's secret realm to seek opportunities, it would be best if he could build a physical body of his own so that his soul can have a place to rest, instead of this current body.

To be honest, the appearance of this body is quite handsome, but generally, it is too different from his original appearance.

Moreover, this body's talent is average. If he wants to cultivate to the realm of the Venerable, it will be even more difficult to seek revenge from Yue Bufan and others. I don't know how long it will take.

The advantage of this body is that it has a father named Seven Tribulations, who is sitting on a golden mountain.

However, as Yue Bufan is the genius of the Haoran Zhengqi Sect in the Middle-earth God Realm, he must have enjoyed a lot of training resources, so the advantages of this body will be gone.

If Zhao Wujiang wants revenge and wants to protect his important people, he needs to sing all the way on the road of spiritual practice, become a top powerhouse, and become someone who no one dares to covet and bully.

He will not fall twice in the same place.

The moonlight was bright, and he walked steadily towards his room step by step.

After two days' trip to the Demon Locking Tower, he was bound to win.

He carefully considered the words of the Seven Tribulations Venerable Wu Dahai.

To be valued so much by Wu Dahai, he repeatedly told his son that there must be great opportunities in the Demon Locking Tower, and he must get this opportunity.

Even if Wu Dahai hadn't specially told him to do whatever it took, he would have gone all out to find ways to get more.

To take by force, to plunder.

As soon as he stepped into the door, before closing the door, several pairs of tender jade hands began to rob him, up and down.

She has a soft and waxy voice, and every word sounds like a young master.

And he did not shy away and began to plunder the spring flowers, autumn moon, summer cicadas, and winter snows.

Take Yuan Yin by force and seize spiritual energy.

Under the moonlight, the window bars were half-open, and four graceful snow-white bodies were revealed, their delicate bodies swaying back and forth.

The spring flowers and autumn moon are resentful, the summer cicadas are shy and the winter snow is shy.

The young master is really brave. He didn't close the window. How embarrassing would it be if someone looked at him?
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