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Wang Lin looked at the end of the road at the end, the heart-rending white light. Xiao Xiaoyu said,

Not only him, everyone on this road is staring at the glory and walking there step by step.

Wang Lin can feel that he and these people seem to be in different time spaces. He can walk unimpeded on this road, and the others on the road seem to be in the same place.

After crossing one person and another, Wang Lin came to the side of the two people closest to Bai Guang.

The two men stand side by side and look very different. A young monk with a face like Guan Yu looks solemn and solemn, clean and self-conscious, full of the true meaning of wisdom and roundness.

Even if there is a erect crack in the eyebrow, the magic is raging, and it still does not disturb the compassionate meditation that appears in this monk.

The compassion and the evil door of Buddhism seemed to be a perfect fusion in him.

However, Wang Lin saw the appearance of this monk and immediately thought of a portrait of light and shadow that he had seen.

The Great Leiyin Temple has no sorrow and sorrow. It is recognized that the Buddha went to the Dead Sea. After the death of the top ten disciples, the most outstanding descendants of Buddhism, known as the seven ancestors of the aunt, brought the hope of ZTE to Buddhism.

However, there was no sorrow that was placed on high hopes. Later, he entered the magic road and devoted himself to the original demon Lord Jiang Zhuoyang. He had no sorrowful deity. Later generations used to call it a buddha without sorrow, or konjac without sorrow.

It was one of the biggest shame in the history of the Great Leiyin Temple and the biggest scandal in the past.

Later, at the end of the Middle Ages, when the devil was decisive, he was defeated by the Taixu Guantai, and he still went back to the Daleiyin Temple. He was **** at the Great Leiyin Temple and eventually fell. When there was no silence, there was no The state of madness, the meaning of repentance, the peace of mind, not a word, turned into eighty black magic relics.

And next to the sorrowful Buddha, there is a tall woman standing. No sorrow, long body, long body, has been much higher than ordinary people, and this woman is taller than no sorrow.

One half and a half long hair. The roots are like iron, and on her face with a few beautiful faces, there is a terrible scar on the left cheek, from the left forehead all the way down, ruining the left eye. I crossed the cheeks until the chin, and the scars were long and wide, making her completely disfigured.

The existence of this scar caused the tall woman to appear full of iron and blood, and the blood in the scars flashed and horrified.

This woman is a strong man of magic, completely inferior to the magic Buddha around him without sorrow, although not as good as no melancholy, but more aggressive. The sputum is more intense.

When she came to her cultivation, the human body was changed by the Yuanshen. Under normal circumstances, it is not difficult to repair the scars on the face. The only two possibilities are that they are either injured by the road or they are personal. Willingness.

The woman's light and shadow image is also widely spread, and the reputation is no worse than the sadness of the side. Because she is the first **** of the original devil. Killing the demon, Kang Zhuo.

The original gold medal of the original magical town of teaching treasures, most of the time is controlled by Kang Zhuo, killing the name of the gods. Under the yellow spring.

In the past, she had a great battle with the Qing dynasty sword of the Mt.

His life is in his life, his hands are bloody, he fights with the demon, fights with others, and fights for the original demon. Defeating the killing powers countless, until the end of the two world wars in the hands of the Emperor Tianhai.

There is no sorrowful demon and killing demon esteem, it is the strongest two masters of the magic gate under the original cult of the past.

At this moment, they are also closest to the end of the road. Wang Lin looks back and knows that this is the peculiarity of the original magical Taoist method. It shows the extent of the previous magical strongmen on this road. The mana of Kang Zhuo and others left a mark.

In the past, all kinds of devils were the same, and the source of the scene was created, and it was in the white brilliance of the road.

If Wang Lin himself is completely indulged in the magic road, then his figure will also be projected on this road. With the depth of the magical power, he decides where he is.

Now, he keeps his heart clear and clear, and has never really turned into a demon. Based on his own mysterious Taoist Tianzong Tian moral system, he was able to move freely in the abyss.

He doesn't really belong here, but he can go here.

Wang Lin's state of mind is peaceful, crossing the magic Buddha without sorrow and killing the devil, Kang Zhuo, continue to move forward, and then step into the white light in front of him.

As soon as he entered the white light, Wang Lin’s body and mind were shocked, and he could hardly keep the last point of Lingtai.

Wang Lin himself is determined and determined. He has expertise in this aspect, so he is unable to shake his mind.

In the current state of cultivation, in the case of Wang Lin, the devil is immortal, everywhere, but with the passing of life, the smoke disappears, unless Wang Lin himself deliberately stays for training, otherwise he will not be able to stay on the mind. trace.

But at this moment, Wang Lin gave birth to a feeling of instability.

What makes him uneasy is not a disguise, but an emotional thinking, which has undergone tremendous changes at this moment.

At this moment, Wang Lin vaguely felt that there were countless personal thoughts, and they poured into his mind together. In the past, the future is as endless.

It is not Wang Lin’s reading, knowing the inner changes of others, but the thinking of each of them, at this time, it seems to be Wang Lin’s own thinking consciousness.

Wang Lin’s already stable face has changed again at this moment. The appearance has changed constantly and turned into a person who looks like another person. Some of them seem to have seen it in memory, but more are completely strangers.

The erected crack at the eyebrow began to heal gradually.

A white light enters the crack, and the red light in the crack begins to dim, not being suppressed or eliminated, but gradually turned into white light.

In the process, the cracks began to gradually close and disappear, although the speed is very slow, but it is actually happening.

Wang Linqiang calmed his mind, but still felt in vain.

Do not say that the big devil in the battlefield of the void is the Wang Lin deity on the Xianshan Mountain in the Bohai Sea. The body began to vibrate violently, and the crack on the forehead kept twisting.

Lin Feng looked at this scene, rubbing his eyes slightly, raising his hand and extending a finger, pointing to Wang Lin's eyebrows.

But halfway through the fingers, Lin Feng’s movements resumed, and he turned his fingers back, still watching Wang Lin quietly.

At the next moment, Wang Lin’s deity suddenly opened his eyes, and countless glory annihilated in the eyes. The whole person took off the human form and turned into a metaphysical figure of the eternal god.

There is a crack in the center of the Taiji diagram that is constantly twisting, and the red light in the crack is gradually turning into white light.

However, Wang Lin’s **** was gradually stabilized.

In the void battlefield, the mindset of Wang Lin’s big devil was re-stabilized.

In the white light, Wang Lin looked to the front, and there was a refined middle-aged man standing there, smearing the star cream, but not the slightest old state, handsome facial features, a kind of magical demon charm.

He stood with his hands on his back and seemed to feel the change of Wang Lin. Only then did he turn around and look to Wang Lin.

Looking at this middle-aged man, Wang Lin’s pupil shrinks slightly. There is no speciality in this person. There is no trace of magic and no distortion. It is not like the devil’s feeling of twisting, not tyrannical, not crazy, not bloodthirsty. The whole person is like a creation with the heavens and the earth, and everything in nature is integrated into one, and harmony is at its best.

Looking at him, I couldn't see any traces of the magic doorway. The only exception was that there was a small black hole in his eyebrows and a light white light in the air.

At this moment, this white light, which is all over the void, is actually shot from a small hole.

Wang Lin knew that it was not a small hole, but a crack like the outside group.

But the crack that erected in the middle-aged man's eyebrows continued to heal, and the crack gradually disappeared, leaving only the last point that had not completely healed, so it looked like a small hole.

This middle-aged man, for the realm of the Shenzhou Terran people, is no doubt more famous than the devil of the Buddha and the killing of the devil.

The head of the Wan Mo, the original demon teaches the Lord, the original demon Lord Jiang Shaoyang.

The world's people do not know that Chiyang fell into the sea in the past, and it has returned to the world in the Middle Ages. Therefore, in almost everyone's cognition, regardless of the devil, Jiang Shaoyang is regarded as the first person in the realm of the Middle Ages.

Jiang Shaoyang turned to look at Wang Lin, and Wang Lin calmly looked at it. He saw the pair of scorpions, as if there were thousands of light and shadows flashing together, from a point, to a point.

On the hill of Xianzhou, Wang Lin’s deity, from the appearance of the Nethery Taiji figure, re-formed into a human form, falling in front of Lin Feng and saying: “Master, the original demon makes the curse, indeed has its own uniqueness, and there is no magic. Fang, from the heart of the devil, but not the word 'heart devil' can be described."

"Chaos is open, nothing, no material, no time, no space, no living, no unconscious emotions. This primitive demons make the curse go back to the first emotional desire in this world of creation, no beginning, no beginning, no There is no end to the knot, and the people are doing the same, and creating the same."

"It’s used to fight, it’s different and unpredictable, it’s straightforward, it’s hard to watch out.”

Wang Lin took a long breath: "The black spar, which was supposed to be the product of the previous year when Jiang was burned into the sea by the Emperor Tianhai, and revived with the original demons. Jiang Shaoyang was born again. And this black stone with the black spar at the time of rebirth fell into the hands of the Emperor Tianhai, and was later obtained by the secluded, only then appeared there, and later broken for other reasons."

"Jiang Yangyang, whom the disciple saw, is only the original heart and the magic of the curse. It is not my own magic or breath." Wang Lin's eyes flashed slightly: "As Master said, this is a chance for the disciple, Ning The Taoist friend has not done his best at the moment, and the disciple wants to try it."

Lin Feng smiled slightly: "You can hold it."

Wang Lin nodded and closed his eyes again.

In the dark and red world hall of the void battlefield, it was completely silent in a moment. Ning’s late song was sitting on the altar and shrouded in white clouds, while Wang Lin’s big devil was sitting in the center of the circle, without saying anything.

Da Luo and the crocodile **** who have already understood the situation, wait quietly and patiently, and protect the two of them.

Time flies, and when Da Luo is looking at the squad and the altar, his heart suddenly moves, vaguely feeling that there is a powerful wave of power, appearing outside the black and red world! (To be continued.)