Chapter 1589: Dreaming of immortals, or immortal dreams!

The Vermilion Bird Star emits a soft light in the vast sea of ​​stars. It is very peaceful in the place that can be seen in the distance. Only an invisible particle of dust makes a slight sound and collapses and shatters.

That dust is the place where Wang Lin enfeoffed the robbery...

After the war old ghost disappeared, in the starry sky outside the Suzaku Star, the ripples continued to echo, more and more, and finally almost filled the entire starry sky. In the ripples, figures walked out quickly, Redwood, Nagashiko, Qinglin, Qingshui... and so on.

They did not appear at the same time, but came one after another, and their majestic spiritual sense swept through layer by layer, and finally locked in the place where dust collapsed, and everyone was silent.

They could not feel Wang Lin's breath, just like when Wang Lin disappeared, as if he was dead.

"He is not dead." Sorrow appeared in Sequoia, and after a long time, he spoke silently.

"The war is about to begin, and this matter will definitely spread widely outside the world." Qing Lin sighed lightly, looking at the collapsed dust, scenes with Wang Lin appeared in front of him.

Qingshui looked up at the starry sky in the distance, and a thick cold light appeared in her eyes. A murderous aura spread out from her body and covered her surroundings.

"I, for him... went into seclusion at the Battle of the Cloud Sea." Qingshui closed her eyes, and slowly changed her face gradually, and finally turned into Wang Lin's appearance. Her cold temperament was somewhat similar to Wang Lin.

He gave up looking for his daughter, gave up his freedom, but chose to turn into Wang Lin, retreat on the platform, becoming a symbol.

"Junior brother, I will give you an explanation for this matter... All those involved in this matter, if I, Qingshui, have a slight chance, I will sacrifice my best to take revenge on your behalf!!" Qingshui's closed eyes were hidden his sorrow.

Those who came here knew in their hearts that Wang Lin could not avoid this killing. This killing was obviously a plan that was prepared for a long time outside the world, so they avoided their senses and set off a killing disaster.

Wang Lin is definitely hard to avoid, now I am afraid there will be more misfortunes...

As the silence passed, the crowd gradually dissipated, but the anger held in my heart was like a burning flame, becoming more and more intense...

The Suzaku Star in the distance still emits soft starlight, as if it is eternal. The people familiar with Wang Lin are still immersed in their respective worlds. They don’t know what is happening here.

Zhou Wutai was still sitting on the statue of Suzaku and drinking silently.

In the ancient yard and house of the Emperor's Ancestral City of Zhao State, the tomb is lonely there, but in front of the tomb, there is no figure of the crying and sorrowful soul.

There were only a few empty wine pots on the ground, and there was no Zeng family’s wine inside.

Only the huge statue on the Suzaku Star, holding the axe of the sky, looked at the sky without a god, as if it had become eternal...

A few days later, a young man with a cold expression stood silently under the statue, slowly knelt down, and while kowtowing, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

"Master, under the gaze of the Thirteenth Association, at the peak of the year, will say that it is your disciple!!"

A few days later, a beautiful woman, with blurry tears and an old tiger beside her, gently stroked the statue's mountain, tears flowed across her cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

"Uncle...I am Zhou Ru...I am Xiao Ru'er..."

A few days later, a burly man laughed in front of the statue. He smiled and tears flowed down his eyes. He held two pots of wine, as if he wanted to be drunk with the statue.

After getting drunk, the big man started to cry.

"If I didn't guide you to practice Taoism back then...If we didn't meet you back then...If I took your Tiannizhu away...If you were still an ignorant boy..."

A few days later, a beautiful woman stood in front of the statue. She stood there for a long time. After a long time, she stared at the statue in a daze until sunrise and sunset, and after several cycles, she left silently. Two tears fell as she turned around and left, falling on the ground and shattered.

She is Mu Bingmei.

A few days later, a woman in a pink water-coat dress, came to Zhuquexing with fatigue, and saw the statue, with memories in her eyes.

"You don't know me, but I know me..."

A few days later, months later... I forgot the passing process, just like the time in nothingness, there is no end, and there is no end. Some are just two broken bodies.

Here is a dark void, without creatures, without everything, dead and silent existence, eternal. In this void, there is a dim blood color, and the blood color emits golden light, covering it into a halo. Within that halo, Wang Lin's body collapsed on a large scale and was scarred everywhere.

Next to him, the madman's eyes were closed, his face was ashes, and there was no injury on his body, but between his eyebrows, there was a colorful light. The colorful one was transformed by a spear. It could not hurt the madman's immortal body, but it could hurt his soul without protection after the severe injury that year...

This blood-colored aperture was transformed by the drop of golden blood that Wang Lin had held before, and gently wrapped them in it. Wang Lin struggled to open his eyes. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but he understood that his awakening was only a moment.

In bitterness, Wang Lin saw the unconscious madman beside him, his eyes showed softness. When he sighed, he barely raised his right hand and waved it in front of him for several consecutive times before opening a storage crack.

The three Taoist fruits flew out and were sucked by him. The three Taoist fruits shrank and eventually turned into three rays of light, carrying that huge and unimaginable refutation of Taoism, and integrated into Wang Lin's mouth.

Wang Lin's eyes showed the last strongest light of his life. He raised his index finger tiredly and grabbed the madman with his left hand, as if connected with the other party. His index finger pointed to his eyebrows and gently fell down.

"Dream Dao..." He used his last trace of power at this moment, turned into a Taoist thought, and used his third self-created magical power, Dream Dao.

Using the art of dreaming, he fell into his body and dreamed back to a thousand years... In that dream, he made his three origins of life and death, cause and effect, truth and falsehood completely complete!

Wang Lin closed his eyes weakly as he lowered his right hand...

"Brother, brother, wake up..."

"Oh, why are you drunk like this? My inn is going to make a proof, wake up quickly..." In a simple inn, in a simple inn, the guy wearing a green cloth jacket was helplessly pushing him on the table, and a drunk young man was helpless.

"This is really a scholar. I'm so drunk after drinking two cups." The guy pushed hard.

"Heaven and earth are the opposite of all things... Time is the passerby of a hundred generations... and life is like a dream, for joy... and for joy... Haha, good poetry, good poetry!" The young man looked drunk and looked up at his friend, and smiled foolishly.
Chapter completed!