After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 193 192. Not involved in cause and effect, damaging the trace of Tiandan (8.0K words-big chapter, please subscribe)

Song Yan did not go far, but stopped at a deserted island near Tianli Island.

Before leaving, he quietly planted a tracking mark on the "cold-blooded old demon" Hong Qingsang, waiting for him to leave Tianli Island, and then "ask" him questions such as "whether there is a high-level market in Xingluo Domain".

The way of the demon has always been wild, and he thinks that this old demon who is famous here should not let him down.

Deserted island, boulder beach, Song Yan raised his hand to summon the black coffin, opened the coffin lid, and looked at the blood corpse Yuzhuang inside.

The past scenes flashed back in his mind, including Yuzhuang's timidity when they first met at Zhiren Peak, and Yuzhuang's coldness when they met again at Piaomiao Sea. Later, when Nanwu Jianmen was wiped out, Su Yao scolded him, but Yuzhuang did not scold him. Then, he heard the story about Yuzhuang.

This female cultivator was born in the royal family of Wei State in the mortal world. She was abused and became a furnace that was afraid to resist all day long. Then she hated evil and hated evil. Then the story was about bravery.

In such a chaotic world, what kind of courage did she have to slaughter the royal family of Jin State with a sword to avenge her family?

What kind of courage did she have to escape to the East China Sea under the pursuit of the demons?

Fortunately, she found the blood corpse of Zhang Han that she left in the East China Sea. Fortunately, she had the secret technique of refining corpses.

He also got a glimpse of the story in the East China Sea in Cao Yunfei's mind.

Miss Yuzhuang finally lived like what she hated the most, and recognized his darkest side, even if that dark side was deliberately done by him at that time. This can be seen from Miss Yuzhuang's desire to carry forward the Puppet Sect.

The blood corpse Yuzhuang was a head shorter than him, small and exquisite.

She was so close to him at this time, so that she could never be separated from him, and so that she would never have any disagreements with him again.

After mastering the Corpse Refining Technique, Song Yan became extremely proficient in corpse refining. He gently touched the heart of Blood Corpse Yuzhuang and began to refine this blood corpse that barely reached the initial stage of the Purple Mansion.

After a short moment, Blood Corpse Yuzhuang had been refined.

The blue water of the sea had risen, and the tide began to submerge the boulders on the beach.

Song Yan jumped up and landed on a boulder.

Blood Corpse Yuzhuang sat beside him.

Pale little face, blood-red clothes, delicate and exquisite like a porcelain doll, blood-curdling and evil flying sword.

Blood Corpse Yuzhuang tilted her head slightly and leaned on Song Yan's shoulder, her mechanical pupils stiffly reflecting the tide in the twilight.

Song Yan suddenly remembered the scene of Miss Yuzhuang holding a candle and painting. Her red lips slightly opened, with a bit of smile and expectation, and said, "Your Song Ancestor, he went to a very far place. But one day, Master will go to find him, and when he finds him, Master can be with him forever."

Song Yan closed his eyes deeply, and an unspeakable feeling arose from the bottom of his heart.

In this situation, isn't it an alternative "together forever"?

Yuzhuang guessed the ending, but not the way.

He laughed at himself, raised his head and lay down, raised his hand and grabbed a jar of fine wine he had bought on Tianli Island from the storage bag, casually opened the seal, and then put a jar in the hands of Xueshi Yuzhuang, and held another jar himself, and then said: "Today we meet, it is a great joy, this matter should be made clear!"

After that, he held up the wine jar with both hands, and there was a smell of moonlight grass in the wine jar.

He remembered that Yuzhuang used to use moonlight grass to make tea for him when she was in the Paper Man Peak Shadow Play Pavilion. Those busy and panic days, from dawn to sunset, they spent every day like that.

Gulp, gulp, gulp

Song Yan drank a lot of wine, and the wine rushed violently, and even his clothes and hair were soaked.

But Xueshi Yuzhuang didn't drink. She just held the wine jar quietly, motionlessly watching the red in the distant sky gradually darken and then gradually turn black.

The blood robe fluttered, and the sleeves brushed against Song Yan's ears, itching.

Song Yan laughed.

As he laughed, he became quiet again.

Time froze at the moment when Yuzhuang was the most gentle and affectionate, and also froze at the place where regret was the deepest.

The wet smell of wine accompanied by the unique smell of moonlight grass permeated the deserted island deep in the sea.

In Song Yan's arms, two small bronze leaves opened his collar again and crawled out.

The small tree roots rustled like snakes, and the root tips gently touched the wine soaked in his clothes, and suddenly froze, and then collapsed softly, looking like he was dying.

But after a while, the root tip regained its vitality, and the bronze leaf poked out from Song Yan's neck again, lying on his face, looking up at the colorful starry sky above the deep sea with him.

Time passed by, and the sky had turned gray without knowing when, and the gray gradually became clear, until a line of white appeared on the horizon, and the morning sun gradually rose, shining its light on the world and on Song Yan.

"Fake."

"All fake."

Song Yan did not get up, and murmured casually, "I saw it with my own eyes, there is no sun in the void."

He murmured.

But soon, he seemed a little depressed in the previous second, and the next moment he regained his incomparable vitality and enthusiasm. He excitedly jumped up, then waved his hand and said: "Yuzhuang, come to the sea to swim, come to catch fish, we will eat fish at noon today, whatever fish we catch will be eaten, haha!"

The simple daily life made him understand his own artistic conception again.

In the eyes of the vulgar people, the blood corpse jade makeup is just a corpse. There is only a tool, a weapon that can no longer pin emotions, and even the heir who raised one hand.

However, he didn't think so.

Seven loves and six desires are true, crying and laughing is true, love and hate are true, and infatuation is true.

Blood corpse jade makeup is the last fixing of jade makeup, and it looks like time, and this looks is enough to condense his true feelings.

Since his true feelings are true, the blood corpse and jade makeup are not tools, weapons, but a living existence.

What is important to be true and false in the world?

The important thing is the authenticity in his eyes!

"If I want to do my heart with my heart.

What is God?

Oh, but the existence of a stronger realm.

Therefore, as long as it becomes stronger and stronger.

One day, Tianxin also needs to do my heart.

What is true and what is fake?

It's not counted.

I said it. "

Well ~~

Well ~~

The two figures swimmed into the deep sea, played for a long time, and hunting fish and shrimp. When the hot sun was empty at noon, Song Yan did not use the water to squeeze the water on the robe. The hot boulder was exposed to the boulder.

The bonfire boiled fish and shrimp, the blood corpse jade makeup sat opposite him, picked the firewood to send it into the bonfire, and then quietly watched him eat fish and shrimp.

The root of the tree was revealed from Song Yan's arms. Song Yan inserted a large fish stewed fish and sent it to Po Xu Shahua and said with a smile: "You eat too?"

Tree root.

For a moment, the cooked fish ash flying out.

Song Yan stunned, and then scolded: "Waste!"

In this way, it imitates a tranquil scroll for a while.

After half a year.

"Han Xue Old Demon" Hong Qingmian then took his grandson to leave the sweet Island.

As a magic repair that rolled between life and death all year round, Hong Qing's mourning is particularly cautious.

He keenly noticed that the god -born monk who appeared at the auction had a fate about the blood corpse, but he had said nothing in front of the goddess monk. This is nothing, but he has always been cautious, so he would rather be sweet. Takashima is more time to avoid possible hunting.

These days, he has also understood the surrounding waters, and has long lost the news of the goddess monk.

Then he let go of his heart, and then left with the Bai Qiaozong team who went out of a sweet Island this morning, and then parted each other in the other direction in the other direction.

The sea is endless, and Hong Qingmian brought the purple robe boy, and he quickly crossed the sea with a soul of the black smoke rolling.

Suddenly, a strange emotion in his heart was not dangerous, but was amazing.

Jiao Jiao Yuehua was covered with light clouds, and her eyes appeared behind the clouds.

The first sight of the eyes was just like ordinary people, but it became great in an instant, so huge enough to occupy all his sights.

At the moment of Hong Qing's mourning looked at those eyes, he felt like he was violent, and the darkness all rolled up. The original mood that had not been easy to blocked was cracking in these eyes.

In high altitude, he faintly saw a huge lips.

The lips opened and closed, and asked sharply: "Where are you going?!"

Hong Qing stopped her body and murmured, "Where can I go, where am I going?" For a while, he was so numb, his eyes turned sharply, and he was extremely confused.

He made many evils, slaughtered the city, and abused countless women, which harmed countless families. He saw the impulse to see the beautiful female corpse six months ago, but only limited his reputation, and he deliberately asked his grandchildren to speak on behalf of him.

As for his grandson, he was actually a descendant. When he was in the world, he had only a bit of leather rogue, which was not evil. It was just that after he returned to his hometown to find this only blood, the grandson was just like a "upstart", and immediately found that he was actually the descendant of the purple fairy, and his mind changed rapidly. Then, under his condification and encouragement, it became the same as him.

But

he.

He used to be like this. Why did he lose?

Where is he going to go? Where can I go?

At this moment, Hong Qing screamed suddenly: "Grandpa !!"

It was the voice of the purple robe boy, and the sound was full of shock and fear.

Hong Qing watched his head in a hurry, but saw the clouds, and a huge man grabbed it.

The giant hand covered the moonlight and blocked all his power. In fact, even if he did his best, he couldn't respond, not to mention that at this time, he couldn't do it in time.

At the moment, he only felt that his whole body was clenched, and the idea of ​​subconsciously used was crushed by the hand.

Then, his soul was cold, and the whole was pulled out, and the dark tiger's pattern climbed up his soul.

And his body has been inserted by some weird trees, and then quickly dry.

Looking at the young man stunned in front of him, he almost couldn't believe his eyes.

Because there was another Hong Qing funeral in front of him.

Regardless of the face or breath, all the same Hong Qingmian!

But

How could there be two grandpa in the world?

This horrible scene is too thrilling and difficult to understand the existence of the palace in his district.

At the moment, he faintly saw a shackle -shaped gray shot, and did not enter his body.

As soon as he pumped, the will have changed tremendous changes.

He was still Hong Qing's grandson Hong Wucheng, but he had wanted to follow the order of the person in front of him, and he would never frown even if he died.

Song Yan digested the information of the "Old Demon of Cold Snow" Hong Qingsang carefully, and then nodded with satisfaction, and then praised the ghost Hong Qingsang: "As expected of a demon cultivator who travels around, you are well-informed. Although you don't know the market of the Level 2 Xiuxuan Land, you have a pass to the largest market in the Xingluo Domain. Not bad, not bad, I didn't misjudge you."

While speaking, the flesh and blood of a late Purple Mansion master had been eaten up by Vasu Shahua.

Song Yan looked at the purple-robed boy and said, "Grandson, accompany grandpa for a trip."

Hong Wucheng said, "Yes, grandpa!"

Song Yan was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something and raised his hand to use the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner" of the Old Demon of Cold Snow.

Compared to his banner that was mixed with hundreds of evil thoughts from outside the domain and could directly throw the Sha Gu spear as a hidden weapon, this banner was simply at the infant level.

He raised his hand and refined it instantly, then took out the city map from Hong Qingsang's storage bag, and then drove the banner, intending to take Hong Wucheng away.

This is his understanding of "entering the mortal world, not being affected by cause and effect": since entering the mortal world, if you are in your original body, you will always be affected by cause and effect, unless others do not know me, cause and effect can arise and disappear. Or you can transform yourself into someone else, but you can't transform yourself into someone else for long. After achieving your goal, you must withdraw as soon as possible, settle the cause and effect, and put an end to everything.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had a new feeling in his heart.

After breaking through the divine infant, he lost his "formless talent" and "the blessing of the formless ancestor". Although his "Free Demon Map" can also hide himself, the focus of "Free Demon Map" is not on appearance, but on the deeper level of soul and spirit, and it is even developing in the direction of "cause and effect".

But isn't formlessness also a characteristic of freedom? And it's the lowest level characteristic?

No form, no self, no cause and effect, but everywhere is the true self.

Song Yan suddenly felt a little inexplicable in his heart, and then he murmured to himself: "If this is the case, why can't I understand no form? Yu Chitian is not my form, Hong Qingsang is not my form, I walk in the world, and I am no form."

He used to have no form, but now he has lost it, but he still has the memory. These days, although he has been walking around and stopping, seemingly doing some insignificant things in the world, he is always feeling the artistic conception, hoping to enter the perfection of the divine infant.

At this moment, the "no form artistic conception" came suddenly, and outside his soul, the life secret treasure emitted a faint golden light, which seemed to be like raindrops feeding back into his soul, giving him an indescribable feeling.

Soon

On his panel, the "【Talent 2: No Form】" that had disappeared appeared again.

But this time, this "no form" was not given by others, but he realized it himself, and it was only the lowest level of his understanding of "freedom".

This "no form" not only includes the rapid simulation of other people's spells, but also the subtle changes of one's own body shape.

Song Yan made a slight adjustment to make himself look exactly like Hong Qingsang, and then flew to the big market.

More than a month later.

If Song Yan came by himself, it would take a lot of effort, but the cold-blooded old demon was obviously known by many people, and his notoriety was notorious. After showing the pass, he successfully entered the market.

No one doubted him.

Unless the power of the soul is far superior to that, it can be seen that the "little pendant grandson" of the cold-blooded old demon was locked by the demon mother lock, and this cold-blooded old demon was completely transformed by another person.

It's a pity that this is not a second-level Xiuxuandi market after all, and the person who can see through Song Yan has not appeared in such a place.

After a stroll, Song Yan bought all the maps he could buy, and then put them together to form a larger map extending to the continent. After a brief comparison, he found that the area he was in was actually in the northeast of the ancient Three Kingdoms. If he took the shortest route to the mainland, it would take about a year.

However, the map in the Xingluo Domain Market Square actually marked some "teleportation arrays", the nearest of which only takes one month to reach. The teleportation array is to a major trading city of the Shanhai Yao Clan, which can be said to be very convenient.

Song Yan looked at the map and suddenly felt that the world was much smaller.

After he put away the map, he began to look for information about the "Dutian Pill".

Although the hardness of the natal secret treasure of the late Shenying is completely comparable to the strength of the corpse, the body of the Shenying itself is still relatively fragile.

Existence is reasonable, and Song Yan still attaches great importance to the ancient cultivation method "Xuanxin Body" that he saw in the mysterious ancient tomb.

At the beginning, he wanted to get this "Dutian Pill" by "letting Tang Yanzhang of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan buy it on his behalf", but he waited for decades and didn't get it.

This time, he wanted to find it himself.

Song Yan took his grandson around.

But he only got a shake of his head after asking again and again.

Song Yan went directly to a towering fairy building called "Fubaozhai" in the center of the market.

Stepping inside, a female cultivator soon called him "Senior, senior", and then led him into the private room inside, and then began to ask what he needed. Although the cold-blooded old demon was vicious outside, he was still quite obedient in the market. He bought a lot of goods in these years and was considered a big customer.

At this time, the female cultivator said sweetly: "The previous few times I came, it was Chun'er who introduced me to you. Recently, Chun'er has left the house to practice. I, Ying'er, will definitely satisfy you."

Song Yan nodded and asked directly: "I want to buy the Duotian Pill, which is also known as the Suntian Pill. Do you know it?"

"Damage to Tian Dan?" Ying'er revealed his thoughts, suddenly, "Senior, this Dan can have other names? Getting the sky, it is not the ancient name to damage the sky."

Song Yan said: "You can ask again, the old man is waiting for you here."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

After speaking, he threw a large bag of Xuanyu on the table and said: "Ask the exact news, this is yours."

Ying'er stared at the large bag of Xuanyu, and her eyes were shiny. She hurriedly got up and rude, saying: "Later, if the predecessors really damage Tian Dan, the junior will help you ask!"

Immediately, she left.

Song Yan waited patiently.

For a long time, Ying'er returned and looked weird: "Senior, I asked my colleagues in the fasting, and even asked the shopkeeper, but none of them knew it. But two years ago, a monk hurriedly came and sold it. And this item is related to the damage of Tian Dan. "

Hong Wucheng said impatiently: "Speak it! My grandfather still thought about it, you can't be able to listen to it slowly?"

Ying'er said busy: "The monk presented a list of elixir, saying that as long as someone took her away, she could help the man get any elixir in the list of the elixir.

I also did an intelligence business, so I became the foundation, but the name of the elixir on the elixir list was very weird. During this period, there were monks seen, but they had never been traded. "

Hong Wucheng said: "There is a damage to Tian Dan in the list of the elixir, isn't it?!"

Yinger said: "Yes."

Song Yan said faintly: "Let's talk about the monk."

Ying'er carefully said: "Senior, the monk only left a message stone, nothing else."

Song Yan said: "Contact."

He was a little nervous. After all, the monk did such a business that was obviously in trouble, but he didn't know if he could support it for two years.

Ying'er respectfully responded, and said, "Senior wait, I go to take the key, and then bring the biography stone later."

moment.

The message stones are taken, and China Unicom.

Don't talk opposite.

Ying'er took the lead: "This is Fubaozhai, there are big customers asking you."

Only on the opposite side, he said calmly: "I can swear, I will definitely help you get any elixir on the list. But before seeing me, my predecessors must also send a soul vow. I leave here, and I can't shoot me, or kill me afterwards. "

Song Yan said directly: "Okay."

When the words fell, everyone was stunned, including the monks opposite the news stone.

The monk said: "What is the realm of the predecessors?"

Song Yan said: "The late period of Zifu."

The monk said: "The trouble I encountered. It may also be at the same level as the predecessors. It is better to let the predecessors know it."

Song Yandao: "I know, come on."

The monk also said, "I am annoying my predecessors first, and I hope to let Fubao Zhai Zhai witness. The reputation of Zhaizhu is from the same pond. As long as he witnesses, I will come immediately." I came immediately. "

Hong Wucheng sneered: "Junior, you."

Song Yan raised his hand to interrupt his grandson's mad speech.

The monk hurriedly said: "Also invite seniors for sins, but the juniors really can't help it."

Song Yan looked at Ying'er.

Ying'er said: "If you want to do this business, I will report to Zhai first."

After half an hour.

Fubaozhai top floor.

Song Yan pulled the soul of Hong Qing's mourning "Cold and Blood", pressed the "genuine handprint" on the soul vowing contract, and then looked at the Zhai master who smiled on the other side.

For a while, the main end of the main end of the fast, slightly shot the head, and said to the other side of the message stone: "Little generation, Mr. Hong has already vowed, but you have to get into the ruler, come over quickly."

I heard the sound, listened to the tone, and the monk on the other side brought joy in the tone of tone.

Zhai Lord looked slightly moved, and he suspected: "I'm afraid I wouldn't know me."

Song Yan said, "Thank you for the Master Zhai, I went downstairs and waited."

In the evening

A rigorous female practitioner wore a mask appeared in front of Fubaozhai's door. She hesitated for a long time before she stepped into the inside carefully, her back shrinking her head, looking left and right, as if looking for someone.

Song Yan quickly noticed her, and took Hong Wucheng to her in front of her, asking, "But sell Dan people?"

The female practitioner didn't speak, but nodded in a hurry.

Hong Wucheng was about to make a few mad statements, but was broken by Song Yan.

Song Yan said: "Xiaocheng, wait for me to wait for me, this old man is going to travel far at the time."

Hong Wucheng reluctantly said: "Grandpa."

Song Yan said: "Go."

Hong Wucheng left, and he was afraid, helpless, and fortunate that he really didn't know what the old demons were going to do.

Song Yan Er said nothing, leaving Fubaozhai directly with the female practitioner, and after a little far away, ordered the soul soul, carried the female repair, turned into a black smoke and broke away. Actively said: "Can you speak?"

The female practitioner is no longer depressed, and said directly: "Thank you for your predecessors."

Her voice was different from the sound of the previous news stone.

But she said slower, but in the end, she saw that the old man quickly became a teenager, and the eyes of this teenager were really beautiful.

The woman's cheeks were red, and her heart was like a forest deer.

"Senior. It's not Hong Qing's bereavement." Her voice became gentle.

Song Yan laughed gentlely, raised her hand a little, and the femininity in front of him began to change and hide.

And his eyes were steep, and he directly saw the thoughts that adhered to the female soul, and the unknown tracking atmosphere on his body.

It is okay to think about it, only for connection and seeing death, but not to explore the orientation.

As for the "tracking of the breath", Song Yan raised his hand. His hand and the white fairy hand were reunited and patted gently, and the tracking breath disappeared.

"Okay, the little trouble on you has helped you solve it, I don't need to know who you are, but I want to be sure you can help me get Tian Dan?"

"Yes!" Female Xiu took off the mask and exposed a beautiful face.

On that face, his eyes were blurred, his lips were moist, and he was gorgeous.

"Senior. Me. I am a little unstable, I grabbing you from behind, is it okay?"

"casual."

When the words fell, the female practitioner's hands had been holding Song Yan's waist from behind, and then tightly pasted it, and said softly: "The junior. Han Cai'er."

Fubao Zhai Master is on the top of the building, and suddenly received the message.

"Master, Cai'er is gone!"

Fubao Zhaizhuo stunned, and said, "What's going on?"

The message said: "Cai'er went out today, and has not yet returned."

Fubao Zhai Zhai scolded: "It has been raised for you to seize Yuanyin and enhance your strength, how can you lose it?!"

There was a cry in the message: "I don't know. In these years, Caier has been good. She doesn't know the special body. She will practice in the surrounding royal sword every day. I have been quietly staring at it before She, but she has always been very good and has always been infatuated with me.

"Confused, confused! Han Cai'er's physical fitness is special, it is extremely rare Blood Yuan!

If the body of this blood element can be used to adopt her body with my secrets when she steps into the palace, she can obtain all her strength! At that time, you are eighteen blood in the palace, and your peers are invincible. It will be expected in the future! "

Fubao Zhaizhai was scolding in a row, and then listened to the blood relatives of the news of the news Shi, and a little settled: "It's okay. The old man had tracked the mark for her and took a look. This color was really unknown! I have used many resources in my house these years, I want to run now?

Fubao Zhai Zhai's main rotation uses spells.

But this use, he found that the "tracking atmosphere" was broken!

He was stunned and stunned on the spot.

For a long time, he suddenly remembered what he asked, "When did you say that Cai'er went out?"

"Shen Shen Shi"

"She is in front of you at noon?"

"No, she didn't go out at noon on weekdays, but ran out today."

Fubao Zhaizhai's eyes were angry, and he suddenly understood.

It turns out that Han Cai'er is the monk who provides the "elixir"!

No wonder it is so mysterious, and no wonder she wants Hong Qing to make a soul in front of her face!

Good calculation, good guts!

It's really good! Intersection

Fubao Zhai Zhai's master wanted to get angry, Huo Ran got up and went to the cold blood magic.

Han Cai'er is the body of Blood Yuan. It consumes a lot of resources. This is related to the rise of his younger generations. Intersection

More than ten days later

Cold Blood Demon Sect.

Fubao Zhai Zhai's owner coldly overlooking his lower gate, the anger in his eyes was completely ignited.

Hong Wulian seemed to have not seen his anger, and said directly: "Grandpa said, since he promised to protect the female repair, he would never have a remembrance! What do you think, my cold blood magic sects continue!"

Fubao Zhaizhai said: "You go to the old demons of the cold blood, the old man has a way to relieve the soul vow! Please bring him back quickly! As for the information that the old man wants, the old man will definitely from Han Cai'er's mouth Take it out, and then give it to him for free! "" "

Hong Wulian laughed dismissively.

Fubao Zhaizhai said: "Small generations, find death !!"

Hong Wulian said: "Do you want to deceive you? Wait for my grandpa to come back"

"Shut up!"

Fubao Zhaizhai said angrily, "Go to tell the cold blood, if he doesn't return, the old man's blood to wash the cold blood magic sect!"

Hong Wulian "” ： "said:" Today, you dare to move me a cold hair trial, my grandpa will not let you go. "

The Lord Fubao Zhai Zhai was silent.

Hong Wulian was shocked, but felt the will from there. He could only hold his scalp and imitate the style of the usual style: "Do you dare to move me a cold hair? Do you dare?

Fubao Zhaizhai's eyes were cold, and the orbs of the power of thoughts were sacrificed. He pushed down fiercely, and instantly smashed Hongwu Lian and the palace mountains under it into meat sauce and ruins.

"I move."

Fubao Zhaizhai Master Cold.

After speaking, he sighed, only felt inexplicable.

Although the old blood and the old demon are not easy to deal with, he killed his grandson today, and the latter must revenge.

For a while, he didn't care about finding Han Cai'er again, but just wanted to move the family quickly

At this time, a deserted island Dongfu, far from the Cold Blood Demon.

Song Yan felt that everything happened in the distance, and he sighed slightly, secretly: ‘This cause and effect is completely over, and then how to have nothing to do with me. ‘

As for Han Cai'er, at this time in Dongfu, the book was crooked.

That's a letter.

The letter was pressed against the token, and the letter was written to a Dan Xiu named Heilian.

The old man in Black Lotus has a "four -petal black lotus fire", and this is a special type of fire that is necessary to damage Tian Dan.