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Volume 3 Human Skin Coat Chapter 471 The Last Person

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    The seven-color light shield was broken again. As soon as Xu Lin finished speaking, the thunder light all over the sky suddenly crashed down. Even the ancestor Xuande in the distance turned pale and trembled slightly, with a look of disbelief on his face.  He looked towards the sky above his head.  £½£½£½£½ ¡°Here we come!¡± The Demon Lord¡¯s words were very soft, but they were like thunder in the ears of Ancestor Xuande.  As for the old man in white clothes on the other side, he rubbed the wine gourd in his hand, took a few sips of the faint fragrance of the wine, and then stood upright. This step was like ascending to the sky.  That year he fell in love with drinking because he met a pot of incense and put down the sword in his hand. But fate really likes to joke. From the moment he picked up the pot of incense, the person he loved died! He  The sect he loved was gone! But the person who made him hate and love him at the same time still existed.  Because of it, a fate likes to play tricks on people. It is the cause, but it is also the result. It watches the ups and downs of the world over and over again, never speaking, but likes to play around.  Destiny is intangible, so destiny has no color or entity, but many people know that it exists, just like now! The thunder is still falling, purple, white, cyan, huge light pillars that reflect each other, one after another.  Smashed out of the cloud vortex, hitting the golden dragon that took off again, and hitting the petals of the ghost lotus, those two people were still active in the wrath of God.  Thousands of miles away, a man with white hair hanging down to the ground looks to the east. That is the starting point of the world's destiny, the land of the Central Plains, and the ancestral dragon of the dragon vein. At this moment, what the man is looking at is not the towering mountain peaks in the clouds.  It's not the Xu Lin who can arouse his interest, but his old friend, because he is ascending to the sky! The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes. At first, he was a little confused, but now, he seemed to suddenly understand something,  So he wanted to laugh, not at the old man's stupidity, but at the sword on the old man's waist.  I looked back and saw that in the center of the stone hall, there was a large bronze cauldron that was slowly rotating. On top of the cauldron, there was a living woman sitting. Her jade-white skin was shining with crystal luster.  , but there is no human breath, but there is it in the cauldron, so it is continuously transported to the woman's body in order to make her human.  Blood gourds were placed upside down under the cauldron. From time to time, people's voices could be heard from the gourds. It was not like the hustle and bustle of the market. There were cries and pain from ghosts, but whether it was ghost voices or human voices,  In other words, everything contained here is the story of this world.  The Demon Lord stared into the distance, and no longer turned around to care about the woman. He only looked at his old friend, taking solid steps step by step, and touching the sword in his hand from time to time. From that moment on, the Demon Lord's eyes were filled with confusion.  Then there is the bad old man who laughs at the world, but he is his friend.  From childhood, to youth, and then to middle age, two people with opposite fates have an inseparable bond, but at this moment, they have nothing to do with each other.  Although he has once again transformed into the Huo Tianhua, the star of hope of Xijiang Pavilion, and the real person Xuan Yu after Kunlun, the Demon Lord knows that he is no longer him.  The golden dragon is flying, soaring in the sky, but cannot be free, because God does not want it. The whip-like thunder chains are tightly bound to the golden dragon's body. Although Xu Lin is fighting, Mingru is also there.  Fight hard, but heaven is heaven until he comes.  Draw the sword! Swing it in the air! Cut it off! It is the cause and effect of everything. In this sword, the thunderbolt dissipates, and with the smell of alcohol all over the old man's body, he shouts: "I respect you?"  The aroma of wine spread like mist in the air where the thunder dissipated, but it infected the entire sky.  Xu Lin was stunned, Mingru frowned, and those on the top of Kunlun Mountain were also shocked, including Patriarch Xuande and the Demon Lord.  The old man in white saw Xu Lin, and his eyes met each other, with a sharpness that could see through people's hearts. He was no longer the bad old man Xu Lin met back then, but had the outstanding grace of a worldly immortal.  But the vortex of clouds rolling up and down is still there, and the clouds in the electric snake swam around, flashing light films of various colors from time to time, seeming to express its dissatisfaction, but who can care?  Looking to the northwest, in that distant grassland desert, in that windy mountain top, in that cave sky, a figure suddenly shot out of the depths of the old man's eyes, with a figure with white hair hanging down to the ground.  , just like the first meeting that year.  The old man smiled, and the Demon Lord far to the northwest also laughed, so the old man raised his head again and looked at the world in front of him.  The cloud vortex rotates, along with the cold wind like a knife, whizzing in and sweeping away. Thunder and lightning sound from time to time, but they never let go, as if hesitating, as if testing, and also  Or was he demonstrating? But the old man was still calm and calm, looking at the sky above his head and looking at it hidden deep in the cloud vortex.  Xu Lin stood next to Mingru, with a miniature golden dragon swimming nearby, shaking its head and tail to protect Xu Lin and Mingru, but their eyes were always focused on the sudden old man in white.    Xu Lin is acquainted with him, and Ming Ru has met him before. They all know that he is a very capable senior, but no one knows how high he is.  He can make the old man Xuande condescend to step forward and salute, call him "Senior", he can make the Demon Lord put down his domineering attitude as the leader of one party, and he can see everything in Kunlun Mountain, which includes the world's top cultivators, as if there is nothing. And today, he  After coming to the sky, he stood just a short distance away from Xu Lin. Looking at that day, he seemed to be looking at an extremely familiar old friend.  Xu Lin doesn't understand, Ming Ru doesn't understand, and the cultivators on the top of Kunlun Mountain are even more specious. Only the ancestor Xuande understands, and the Demon Lord also knows, and the one far to the northwest, next to him at this time, is even more specious.  There is one more old man wearing a golden crown and looking like a king.  "I come from Xijian Pavilion!" The old man in white said a faint word, but was met with the roar of strong wind and thunder. The wind and clouds were rolling that day. Deep in the layers of clouds, there was a halo of light for a moment, and a golden streak appeared.  The red and red thunderbolts have been completed, facing the old man in white in front of him in the sky.  "I am Huo Tianhua, the current master of Xijian Pavilion!" The old man's voice was calm, as if he was talking to a person.  Hearing this, Xu Lin was in a daze. It took him a while to come back to his senses, and he couldn't help but reveal a wry smile again.  "Can this calamity still be overcome?" The voice was very small, especially against the background of the thunder in the sky, but the old man in white who called himself Huo Tianhua heard it, so he turned his head and replied with a smile: "We still have to survive!" Xu  Lin swallowed bitterly, but Mingru was indifferent, and Huo Tianhua turned around again and said: "Since that year, I have forgotten many things." The old man raised the empty wine gourd in his hand, with three words written on it  Big crooked characters, a pot of incense.  "This year, I have thought of a lot of things." The old man patted the three-foot Qingfeng inserted into his waist with his right hand.  God is angry, and the huge thunder is getting stronger and stronger, accumulating in the depths of the cloud vortex, as if it will suddenly fall on the old man's head in the next moment, but this thunder is slow to move.  "I remembered what the master said before he died." The old man looked at the sky, and then said: "The master said, if you don't want to, then just drink." The old man in white chuckled: "So I started drinking, forgetting, and wandering  In the human world." The thunder in the sky was rumbling continuously, but it could not cover up the old man's voice. All the people in the sky and the whole world were listening to his words.  "The master said that there are yin and yang in the world, and yin and yang have cycles. The ups and downs of the general trend are just like this cycle. They are low, high, disappear, reappear, never seen again, come again, flowers and trees, people grow old, sick and die, but they are no longer that  The human world is different from what I have seen before. "A group of cultivators were surrounded by mist. Xu Lin frowned and pondered. Ming Ru had a wooden face, but he still had no expression. It was just the ancestor Xuande, the demon master, and the two in the northwest.  He was also looking at the person the old man was talking to, as if he understood something.  "People practice Taoism and seek immortality, but can they achieve immortality?" The old man raised his head, and Xu Lin turned his head, but he was shouting in his heart: "You have lived for thousands of years, and you are still not immortal?" "Because you don't want to!"  As soon as these words came out, the old man in white was no longer calm, and his aura suddenly opened up: "A sect has its ups and downs, just like the status of a dynasty in the world. It ebbs and flows, and it can never last forever in the world. This is because  You don't want to!" Listening to these words, Xu Lin seemed to recall something in a sudden state. It was the time he met the Demon Lord. He once said to himself that he felt like he was alive today.  "So with Ouyang Zhengmao, he is your king in the game with the monks in the world. It was like this back then, the demon lord destroyed the whole world, you won, but you still have me, Xijian Pavilion is not over yet!" (To be completed!  Please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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