“So that’s what it is…”

Zhang Lindao clamped the oil lamp tighter and tighter, and his thin joints were blue and white.

His breathing became rapid, and the candlelight of the oil lamp became dimmer. With his last instinct, he looked to the south from afar and saw Zhao Wujiang in the Nanhezhou Shenshui South Region.

“So that’s what it is…”

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

It seems to be a net, which seems to be connected with countless causes and effects.

"The fate is like weaving, and it is complicated and repeated. It turns out that I, Zhang Lindao, is also in the game and is also a son..."

Zhang Lindao's voice was extremely hoarse, his eyes were dissipated, and the oil lamp in his hand could no longer hold it. It fell to the ground with a slam, and the oil of the lamp spread all over the floor, and the lights went out.

A person dies like a lamp that goes out, and a lamp that goes out is a human soul that goes out is a death.

His head drooped, his gray hair was disheveled, his body leaned forward, his head hit the ground hard, and his kneeling posture turned into a kneeling bow.

The first person in Renzong Dao was born in Renzong, died in Renzong, and rose from his thoughts and plans, and failed from his pure and sincere heart.

He lost his breath and sat north and knelt south.

Zhao Wujiang, who is stabilizing his cultivation in the southern Nanhezhou, did not know.

Because I don’t know, I am calm and accept this kneeling, this bow, and this line of cause and effect are broken.

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

He seemed to have sensed and looked far north, his vision was blocked by clouds and moonlight.

He didn't understand why, at the latest of three months, even if he was at the God Demon Sect, he would definitely go to Tianbaozhou.

As soon as he came, he wanted to go to the Renzong to see what happened to his old friends.

Secondly, if he wants to enter the Daolian Secret Realm to seek opportunities, it is best to be able to build his own body so that the soul can have a place to settle, rather than the current body.

To be honest, this body looks quite handsome, but it is generally much different from his original appearance.

Moreover, this body is as talented as ever, and it is even more difficult to find Yue Bufan and others to take revenge in the future. I don’t know when I will wait.

The advantage of this body is that there is a father of the Seven Tribulation Venerable, who lives in the Golden Mountain.

But as a genius of the Haoran Zhengqi Sect of the Central Earth Divine Realm, Yue Bufan must have enjoyed a lot of cultivation resources, so the advantages of this body will disappear.

If Zhao Wujiang wants to take revenge and protect his important people, he needs to sing all the way on the road of cultivation, become a top-notch person, and become a person who no one dares to covet and bully.

He won't fall twice in one place.

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

He is bound to win the journey to the Demon Locking Tower in two days.

He carefully pondered what Wu Dahai said to the seven-game venerables.

If Wu Dahai is so valued, he repeatedly reminds his beloved son that there must be a huge opportunity in the Demon Locking Tower, and he must get this opportunity.

Even if he didn't have the words Wu Dahai specifically advised him at all costs, he would do his best to find ways to get more.

Take force, rob.

As soon as he stepped into the door, before the door was closed, a few pairs of tender jade hands began to rob him and attack him.

Su Mei's voice is soft and soft, and every word is full of young masters.

And he also retreated without any hesitation to start robbing the four of spring flowers, autumn moon, summer cicadas and winter snow without shining.

Forcefully seize Yuanyin and rob the spiritual energy.

Under the moonlight, the window railing was half open, four graceful and white bodies were poked out, and their delicate bodies were shaking back and forth.

Spring flowers and autumn moons are grim, summer cicadas and winter snow are shy.

The young master is so bold that he doesn’t close the window. If someone looks at it, how shameful would it be?
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