Like a Butterfly

At this moment, thousands of miles away from where Wang Lin and Hong Die are, Zhou Wutai galloped away. His cultivation level was not as fast as Wang Lin, and he kept chasing him.

The moment the scimitar was galloping by, he was shocked by the moment. He had never seen that speed in his life.

While flying, Zhou Wutai suddenly frowned, his figure stopped immediately, turned around and looked behind him. He saw a red light roaring in the horizon behind him, rolling densely in the clouds, and the whole world was reflected in red.

Even the dimensional gaps in the sky were now impacted by the red clouds and quickly dissipated one by one.

Zhou Wutai sighed inwardly, immediately became respectful, and stood there motionless.

The red clouds were like an ancient ferocious beast, whizzing through the sky. When Zhou Wutai was above, an old voice came from it: "Come in!"

Zhou Wutai quickly said yes, and his body moved, turned into a rainbow and flew into the red clouds.

In the red clouds, I saw an old man wearing a red dress, carrying his hands on his back, looking like lightning, looking into the distance. He had not moved, but the red cloud under his feet was flying forward at a fast speed.

Zhou Wutai stood beside the old man with a respectful expression.

"Zhou Wutai meets with seniors."

The old man nodded his head and glanced into the distance. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the distance. With a glance, he landed thousands of miles away. Wang Lin and Hong Butterfly were fighting. He was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Where is Zi Xin?"

Zhou Wutai said in a deep voice: "Zi Xin and I met Wang Lin on the way, and then Zi Xin left alone."

The old man sighed softly and said, "Forget it, don't worry about her, follow me to Lingshan here!" After the old man said that, the red clouds under his feet were faster and galloping towards Lingshan.

This old man is the Skylark!

The Immortal Relics used the runes of the Void Ancestor Skull, and with the cultivation of its twelve leaves, temporarily broke the restrictions of the Vermilion Bird's Tomb and sent the Skylark into it.

However, if the Xu Ancestor was alive, his cultivation might be able to completely break the ban on the Cultivation Star Crystal. However, the people of the Immortal Remnants clan, after all, cracked it with the rune power in the skull, so they naturally could not achieve perfection. Although they sent the Sky Lark, they were limited by the Time Mountain. Once the rune power dissipated, the Sky Lark will be directly wiped out by the strange power in the Cultivation Star Crystal.

Therefore, as soon as he entered this place, he did not waste any time and rushed straight to Lingshan, the center of this place.

At this moment, Qian Feng was rushing towards Lingshan, and Yunquezi was also leaping. In addition to the two of them, some people also came here one after another, galloping towards the inner part of the Zhuque's tomb.

Among these people are from the Immortal Remnants and monks.

At this moment, an old man had been here on Lingshan. This man had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were filled with thick blood. On his shoulders, a little monkey was squatting, and his pair of monkey eyes were even more red!

The old man stood at the top of Lingshan Mountain. Here, there was a huge door in the void. The edges of this door emitted dazzling golden light.

The gate was about a hundred feet high and soared straight into the sky. On it, a crack appeared, like a scar, and was extremely eye-catching.

The old man looked at this door and his eyes were even redder. A gloomy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He sat cross-legged and meditated and breathed. The little monkey on his shoulder was looking around, and his monkey eyes were full of fierce light.

Let’s talk about Wang Lin and Hongdie.

The crystal rose in front of the red butterfly exudes a delicate charm. The phantom of the red butterfly on it is the deep trace of spiritual consciousness hidden by the red butterfly. This is the real her!

She looked at Wang Lin with a strong pride in her eyes and said softly: "Zeng Niu, take action... Kill me... This kind of life that has lost its mind is useless to stay. I, Hongdie, would rather die than survive..."

Wang Lin looked at the red butterfly, and scenes between him and this woman flashed through his mind.

"The proud daughter of heaven, but she ended up like this, so sad!" Wang Lin sighed lightly. What he saw in the Red Butterfly Phantom was not pride, but a trace of deep sadness hidden, and sadness in his heart.

This sorrow contains a strong pain, which makes people feel shocked when they look at it.

"Red Butterfly, I will fulfill you..." Wang Lin's eyes narrowed, and the battle axe in his hand swung. Suddenly, his body jumped up, and he roared in the air. The battle axe in his hand came out of his hand, like a meteor surrounding lightning, heading straight for the red butterfly.

This axe brought a powerful aura, and as the sky passed by, the void shook, as if it was about to collapse.

It slashed towards the earth. Before it approached, cracks appeared on the ground, wind and sand were everywhere, and collapsed and destroyed.

Hongbutter raised his head and looked at the giant axe. On the rose in front of her, the trace of spiritual consciousness turned into blue smoke and penetrated into the eyebrows of the body. At this moment, Hongbutter's eyes no longer had the intention of fighting, no longer empty, and some were a hint of clarity, a hint of pride, a hint of sadness, and a hint of hatred.

A smile slowly appeared on the corner of Hongdie's mouth. This kind of smile was extremely happy and was rarely seen on her face.

At this moment, she was like an innocent girl, letting go of all obsessions in her heart.

A huge fighting spirit vented wildly from the axe that was whistling down in the sky. At this moment, it seemed like an invisible giant was slashing down from the sky with a giant axe.

Although the smile on Hongdie's face is beautiful, there is still a deep sense of pride in this smile. This sense of pride is all about Hongdie.

The red butterfly spent her life in pride. At this moment, she is still proud, proud and as bright as a butterfly...

The battle axe broke into the air, and a strong wind broke out from the axe, galloping along the sides, and loud rumbling sounds echoed between the heaven and earth.

To this day, the life of the Red Butterfly is less than two hundred years. Her short life is like a butterfly. Despite the moment, its beauty and pride are unforgettable for everyone who comes into contact with her!

Although her arrogance made many people dislike her, and although her ruthlessness made many people unable to truly get close to her, she is a red butterfly!

Proud Red Butterfly!

The battle axe was only less than ten feet away from the red butterfly. A breath of destruction came from the battle axe. At this moment, if the red butterfly wanted to resist, she had the right to resist. If she wanted to dodge, she had the strength to break, but she did not resist, and her eyes became brighter and brighter, and the pride she showed was getting stronger and stronger.

But there was a hint of regret in this pride. Although it was hidden very deeply, Wang Lin still saw it.

In Hongdie's eyes, she seemed to see the master. His voice, appearance, smile, teaching in childhood, and words that coexisted with kindness and sternness in her youth. These scenes appeared in her eyes.

In addition to the master, there was also a figure in her eyes. It was a thin boy. The gaze in the boy's eyes was always so gentle, just looking at him silently.

Seeing this figure, Hongdie showed a smile on the corner of her mouth.

The picture in his eyes was always flashing, and finally it was frozen on a young man. The love in this person's eyes was extremely strong. For the sake of the red butterfly, he did not hesitate to steal the Kunji whip and did everything.

"Goodbye..." Hongdie's smile slowly solidified.

Tomahawk, come on!

The rose in front of the red butterfly immediately emitted a dazzling red light, and the petals fell one by one, flying around, and finally fell into the void.

A trace of blood was left at the corner of the red butterfly's mouth, and his eyes were dull, but the strong sense of pride between his eyebrows and eyes never dissipated.

"When the flowers bloom next year, the roses will bloom all over the Vermilion Bird Star. In the extreme northern plains, there will be a blue rose in full bloom. Wang Lin, that's my gift to you..."

The rose that lost its petals was left with only the stamens. When the battle axe arrived, it collapsed, turned into ashes and disappeared.

A trace of red mark appeared between her eyebrows, and blood was secreted, which was shocking.

"Red Butterfly, you have a disaster in this life! This disaster is the line of life and death. After you have passed, your life is smooth. If you cannot pass it, you can only end up drinking hatred. Master will use his life to calculate this hexagram for you, be careful in everything..."

"Red Butterfly, your disaster is probably due to Zeng Niu. Zeng Niu will never be kept!"

The red butterfly's eyes were flowing in blood, and there was a red mist in front of her.

"Master, you calculated the catastrophe of Hongdie, but unfortunately, you only calculated the final catastrophe. You cannot calculate the Qianfeng who gave Hongdie this catastrophe..."

The battle axe roared, penetrated directly from the red butterfly's body, and sank into the earth with a bang.

A deep pit was left on the ground, and a trace of black smoke spread out from it.

A crack appeared on the armor on the Red Butterfly, and cracks spread on it, and finally spread throughout the corners.

She closed her eyes, and her body thumped, turning into a blood mist...

The breeze blew, and the blood mist slowly dissipated, turning into blood-colored crystal lights, spreading between the world...

A beautiful girl, Hongdie, died...

"Wang Lin...help me...kill Qian Feng... okay..."

Wang Lin was in mid-air, silent. He looked up at the sky, and vaguely, as if he had heard the divine thought from the soul before the red butterfly left...

The bright red is like a butterfly... Although it is short, it is permeated in my heart and will be unforgettable for a lifetime...

The red butterfly passed away, leaving only a jade slip and a Kunji whip. These two items floated quietly in the air, emitting a lonely look...

"The artistic conception of Qianfeng is infinite desire. He swallows everything and wants to get everything... In fact, how can the artistic conception be swallowed? What Qianfeng needs is not the artistic conception, but the feeling of communicating with the heavenly way when experiencing the artistic conception.

By devouring the artistic conception, you can gain different insights, so that your artistic conception can be continuously improved and ultimately achieve perfection…”
Chapter completed!