Chapter 1564 – Thirteen
The red-shirted son’s eyes became more and more bright, he took a deep breath, and a thumping sound came out from within his body, a red mist diffused from within his sweat pores, transforming into a bloody garment on his body.
He looked at Wang Lin and cupped his fists to him.
“Thank you, Feng Zun!” Turning around in his head, the red-shirted son stared at the Heavenly Punishment Hall Master with a wise aura in his eyes.
“Qin Jioyan, even if you burn your cultivation, you won’t be able to escape today, you won’t die, the old man will be refined into a blood body by you, and become a great help within my realm!” In the midst of opening his mouth, the red-shirted son swayed forward, transforming into a red shadow that ran straight ahead.
That black-clothed old man’s face was pale, despite being a great power, he was also a cultivator, at this moment, facing four people, he was simply powerless to fight. The moment that red-shirted son approached, this black-clothed old man retreated rapidly.
But behind him, Long Panzi calmly raised his right hand as the Mountain and River Diagram roared and rolled in the eight directions.
Qing Shui’s complexion was ice-cold as he raised his right hand in the middle towards the black-clothed old man, and instantly those five cracks spreading on the old man’s face tore apart once again! The technique of the Yin Moon having a clear, like the marrow into the bones, with its special method, continuously bursting with terrifying power.
Wang Lin’s face was as normal, at the moment the three struck, his right hand lifted his eyes and golden light flashed, then a stream of golden aura surged into the fingertips of his right hand, pointing at the black-clothed old man from afar.
“Set!”
This was a battle without suspense, the seven-colored realm collapsed, and the Heavenly Punishment Hall Hall Master, Qin Jioyan, was ultimately defeated, and was confined and taken away by the red-shirted son.
Long Panzi’s burning soul eventually showed signs of being extinguished with the help of Red Shirt Zi, and he carried his injuries with his disciple Chong Xuan and silently left, waiting for the next great battle inside and outside the realm.
Red Shirt Zi invited Wang Lin to go to the Cloud Sea Battle Platform, where he would become the spirit of the remaining war in the name of Feng Zun, driving the cultivators within the realm to make the final counterattack.
Wang Lin didn’t go, he got the three Dao fruits, and the most important thing right now was to make the three Dao origins come to fruition before all the repulsive power in his body exploded, and blast open the empty door to prove the Dao!
Qing Shui left, a green dress fluttering in the starry sky, with its sadness, with its loneliness, silently leaving, he was going to look for his daughter, maybe he could find it, maybe he couldn’t find it in his life.
But no matter what, as long as Wang Lin gave a word, he would come back even at the ends of the earth. Between him and Wang Lin, he didn’t need too many words, and with all those experiences, Qing Shui wouldn’t forget.
In this starry sky, for Qing Shui, there were only two people left for him to care about now, and one of them was his senior brother Wang Lin.
Red Shirt’s escape from the trap had brought an uplift to the cultivators in the realm, and the subjugation of Calling River had made the remaining cultivators in the realm seem to have seen hope!
The death of the Heavenly Omen Master, Long Panzi’s joining, the capture of the Heavenly Punishment Hall Master, and all the other things that had happened had rekindled the confidence of the cultivators in the realm.
Right now in the realm, there is no more seven-colored boundary, there is no longer any cracks, especially after these decades of war, but all the cultivators, have more or less possessed a blood of death, they have to fight on, once they fail, they only have death to go.
Especially from the mouth of Red Shirt Zi, Feng Zun reappeared! This sentence, but also let the world of cultivation, one by one raised the low head, so that the fire in their eyes, more intense.
Within the Kunxu Starfield, where it connected with the Cloud Sea, Calling River, and Luo Tian, there was a cultivation star, which slowly developed into a huge trading market during the war.
Such cultivation stars, especially in the places where the borders of the four major star domains intersected, a lot of them appeared, and cultivators from the four major star domains traded with each other for the resources that each of them needed on these cultivation stars.
The four major star fields are slowly merging together.
At this moment in the cultivation star named Kunxu a spirit, the marketplace in the various star areas of the cultivators have, in an endless stream, boiling like a tide, very lively look.
These cultivators, in order to call the river female cultivators most famous, call the river despite the fall, the death of many, but call the river female cultivators is in that year that counterattack, many killed out of the siege.
Today, although Call River has just recovered, but with a large number of Call River female cultivators from the rest of the star field back to their homes, slowly, Call River lit up the breath of recovery.
Call River female cultivators have the most, that a beautiful face, and the body of the gust of a daughter’s fragrance, so that the rest of the three major star areas of the single cultivators, often exerted all the body, wanting to find a life along with their own, or a dewy dotted dao mate.
With the presence of the Calling River female cultivators, the marketplace became even more lively.
In this market, there are also some inns that provide meditation places for cultivators who come and go to trade, and each room in the inn has a large number of spirit stones and not many immortal jades.
Even in some inns with deep backgrounds, there were Yuan Jade that existed, providing Yuan Power cultivation for those old monsters.
At this moment, in the eastern part of the marketplace that permeated the entire Cultivation Star, inside a medium-sized inn, there were many cultivators sitting at tables and chairs everywhere in the hall.
Cultivators although can be eliminated, but if some of the immortal fruit wine, or some simple mortal food, but also can evoke some of the memories of not yet cultivated, so, the inn is often full.
And here, because of the reason of the great war outside the world, is also the opportunity to know all sides of the Taoist friends, each other to cut the magic spells, perhaps a simple acquaintance, later in the battlefield, there is the day to see each other.
At this moment in the northern part of this inn by a few tables and chairs, sat several cultivators, among them there is a middle-aged scribe, smiling to the side of the Taoist friends speech.
“I said before that I had been acquainted with Feng Zun, but you guys just don’t believe me.”
Opposite that scribe, sat two women, both of them are beautiful, only the age looks a little different, that dressed in pink Taoist robes hair shawl woman is younger, sniffing curiously softly inquired.
“Where did Brother Wrinkle meet Feng Zun?”
The woman next to her, dressed in purple, looked a bit older, already a woman, with the vicissitudes of age still on her features, she sat calmly, never saying a word.
“Miss Xu, don’t believe the words of frowning Taoist friend, this guy will say the same thing every time he meets you Calling River female cultivators, these words, the old Taoist my ears are getting calluses from hearing them.” There was an old man sitting next to that middle-aged scribe who interjected with a smile.
“It was in the Vermillion Bird Star, the Feng Zun at that time was far from the cultivation level he has today, I remember that he should still be a JieDan minor cultivator at that time, speaking of which, I didn’t expect that he would become the Feng Zun of today!” That middle-aged scribe smiled faintly, not caring about that old man’s words, his complexion revealing emotion.
That woman blinked, revealing a look of interest as she turned her head to look at the purple-clothed woman beside her and spoke with a light smile.
“Senior sister, I remember that you had said that you came from the Vermillion Bird Star back then, have you ever met a Feng Zun?”
The moment these words came out, wrapped in that middle-aged scribe, all the people around all fell silent, and all looked towards that purple-clothed woman, with shock and envy in their eyes, and vaguely respectful colors.
Even the rest of the tables in the inn by the cultivators, but whoever heard the words, have no longer speak, but together to look at the woman in purple, look with respect.
That previously spoke middle-aged scribe, is even hastily its body, toward the purple-clothed woman cupped fists and bowed, whispered: “Under the crepe Dongde, met the Vermilion Bird Star Taoist friend, before the words for false, hope that the Taoist friend do not mind.”
Not only him, even that old man, and the large number of cultivators around, whether from Luo Tian or Kunxu, all of them rose and clasped their fists, having met each other.
Especially those few cultivators from the Cloud Sea, they even came forward and clasped their fists in obeisance.
This kind of thing, in the four star domains is not common, but there are several times to happen, Feng Zun’s hefty name, and this name is not a personal honor, but with that time and time again exciting the whole realm of the big event in exchange, in the realm of the cultivators mind, Feng Zun, is the realm of the soul!
Feng Zun from the Kunxu, then the Kunxu cultivators often in the other three major star fields in front of the Taoist friends, vaguely respected, this respect is not much, but it exists. Feng Zun from Kunxu Vermilion Bird Star, this matter is known to everyone, so this Vermilion Bird Star, will be known by all cultivators.
For the cultivators of the Vermilion Bird Star, naturally, there is respect!
However, the Vermilion Bird Star is a tiny place, from within the cultivator can come out, is very few, so, really can meet, not many.
But because of this, once you know who is a Vermilion Bird Star cultivator, the level of respect will be very deep.
Taoism has a cloud, a man wins the road, chickens and dogs, the Vermilion Bird Star will be due to Wang Lin one person, and thus by the entire sector of the cultivation of respect, this point, it is not a coincidence.
That purple-clothed woman seems to be a little less adapted to such an occasion, her face slightly red, jade hand raised to pull the forehead green silk behind the ear, one by one to come to pay respects to the Taoist friends to return the salute, softly opened, answering the question of his sister.
“I …… I should have seen him ……” This woman’s eyes revealed reminiscence, her words, immediately attracted the attention of all the people around, have listened.
“It’s just that I’m a little unsure if the person I saw is him ……” this woman sighed softly.
“Senior Sister Zhou, you quickly say ah.” That pink-clothed woman delicately pushed the senior sister beside her.
“At that time, he was called Ma Liang …… At that time, he should have just built his foundation, very cold and somewhat ruthless …… Within that extra domain battlefield, he returned to the Fire Burning Country with us. If he really is Feng Zun, then he and Li Muwan, that is where he met …… Li Muwan, or my bosom friend it …… “That purple clothed woman is a little uncertain, softly opened her mouth.
The surrounding cultivators one by one listen very seriously, this kind of thing, they are difficult to hear from a Vermilion Bird Star cultivator mouth.
There was only a black-clothed youth sitting in the distance, occupying a table alone, silently sipping the wine in his hand, his complexion indifferent, with an icy aura permeating the air, living beings do not approach.
“Master …… where are you ……” this youth drinking wine, staring blankly out of the inn, his eyes revealed thoughts, but in an instant, its body shook, looking from outside the inn, lifting the cover curtains Walked into a white man, eyes showing disbelief and excitement.