Chapter 472 – The Vermilion Bird Star (End)

Late at night, the bright moon was in the sky, in this moonlight, a hideous black shadow, under the moonlight gradually came from far away and very close, coming slowly.

On the back of this mosquito, there stood a person, this person had a head of long hair moving with the wind, filled with a sense of floating. With his hands behind his back, he stood on top of the mosquito beast, wearing a green shirt that was even more upright.

This person was Wang Lin!

The mosquito beast gradually came, underneath it, is a mortal city, here, is the capital city of the Zhou State mortals.

Everywhere attic ridge, the city of a long river running through the north and south, flower boats only, although it is three o’clock, but it is letting people on the lights bright, poetry and fugue sound comes from time to time, which is also mixed with warbling bird women’s delicate smile soft language, add to the prosperity of this place.

Wang Lin swept those flower boat a glance, body with the mosquito beast down a row, as if the ghost, directly from the long river between the floating through, as the sky outside the flying fairy, noiseless.

Inside the flower boat, there is a wandering gentleman Xu is drunk. Out to blow the wind, pick open the cover curtains, a glance, but see the mosquito beast fuzzy back, immediately drunkenness, dumbfounded, a few moments later only to slow down, secretly mocked this drink more, actually appeared to be an illusory shadow. In the eastern part of the city, a luxurious and huge mansion in the sky, bursts of laughter and music chanting, unceasingly into the ears. Wang Lin stood on top of the mosquito beast and said calmly, “Situ, it’s time to go!”

A few moments later, the mansion within all the music and joy sound suddenly stopped, the matter of a mansion, in this instant, immediately no longer any sound, as if all people, all stiffened generally. A child wearing a purple robe, from its inside out, his face reveals the state of reluctance, sighing: “I have not enjoyed enough, cultivation cultivation, cultivation of a bullshit road, or the old Prince’s life is good ah, free and easy, no one dares to mess with.”

Wang Lin looked up at the bright moon in the sky and slowly said, “Time to hit the road!”

“Wait a minute, how can I say that the little emperor of this Zhou Kingdom has treated me quite well, I’ll go give him some favors!” Situ Nan’s body swayed and disappeared.

Half a column of incense later, Situ Nan’s figure suddenly appeared beside Wang Lin, laughed and roared, “Let’s go! Leave the Vermillion Bird Star!!!”

As he said this, he stepped on the mosquito beast under his feet, and the mosquito beast was already afraid of him, so at this moment, it whimpered, and its body dashed forward, transforming into a lone shape that directly rushed into the nine skies.

With the speed of the mosquito beast faster and faster, straight into the sky where the wind, after this section of the wind area, can completely leave the Vermilion Bird Star!

The mosquito beast in the moment of rushing into the wind, a flash of Wang Lin was included in the storage bag, then Wang Lin’s entire body, like a meteor, instantly rushed into the wind.

Situ Nan was even faster and stepped into the wind one step earlier than Wang Lin. The wind came from the sky, and the powerful oppressive force was like a tarzan. Situ Nan laughed wildly and roared, “Scatter to me!”

The power of a roar, at once the entire wind seems to be a big invisible hand in Situ Nan and Wang Lin dry wind tearing general, layers of wind quickly backward, opened up a channel.

The wind above the sky, this is an invisible thing, can only be felt by the body, but at this moment, this wind tumbling clouds, four lifted up countless ripples, in the blink of an eye, the ripples actually spread to the whole.

At this moment, on the Vermilion Bird Star, whether it was mortals or cultivators, all raised their heads.

In their eyes, the sky, all of a sudden turned colorful, seven-colored light shining endlessly.

On the Vermilion Bird Mountain, Zhou Wutai wore a red robe, the entire person stood at the sound of the mountain tip, looking at the sky, a hint of emotion in his eyes.

Behind him, followed by several people, these people, are the latest elected batch of Vermilion Bird Mountain deacons. Responsible for conveying every order from Zhou Wutai.

“Brother Wang, have a good journey!” Zhou Wutai muttered, the scene of his acquaintance with Wang Lin was constantly crossing in Zhou Wutai’s mind, from being in the Four Faction Alliance of mortals as a young prince as a guide, all the way to the Four Faction Alliance’s demise, and ultimately all the way to the present, and even more so, when Wang Lin gave up his Vermillion Bird Son’s title, and gave it to him.

All of this everything, Zhou Wutai looking back, as if dreaming, the so-called years rush, the state of affairs mulberry outlet, this is so ……

Zhao, all the Wang family members, have raised their heads to look at the sky, Wang Zhuo stared at the sky in a daze, sighed lightly.

Beside him, there is a fourteen or fifteen year old teenager, this teenager is quite handsome, at this moment he whispered, “Grandpa Lao Zu, is it another grandpa Lao Zu in the sky?”

Wang Zhuo touched the youngster’s head and said flatly, “Yes, he, is the one person that Grandfather Ancestor most admired in his life, my younger brother!”

Chu, within the jungle next to a valley, a tiger with a large and powerful body was roaring, pouncing on a wild boar, easily biting it to death, and throwing it behind him with a fling, followed by seven or eight female tigers.

This tiger raised its head and roared, suddenly its voice stopped abruptly, its pair of tiger eyes looked at the sky, standing there motionless.

“Finally gone, the tiger master’s heart chills at the sight of him.” A short while later, this tiger roared once again, and in its voice, there was a hint of joy.

It turned around, and with the many female tigers behind it, it ran towards the depths of the jungle, in pursuit of its next prey.

Little White was always waiting, it was waiting for Zhou Ru’s call, it always had a feeling in its heart that one day, Zhou Ru would come and take it away.

Chu, within the Phoenix Village, Zhou Ru’s parents were sitting in the courtyard, looking at Zhou Ru, revealing a cheerful smile, a family of three, were talking about something, when suddenly Zhou Ru raised his head and looked towards the sky.

“Uncle ……” Zhou Ru stared blankly at the sky, she vaguely can sense, uncle, is slowly leaving, from her, more and more far away, this distance, infinite extension, as if a lifetime… …

Vermillion Bird Star, where the Immortal Remnant Clan is located, Cloud Bird Zi, sitting on top of a lonely peak, looking at the sky.

He had a vicissitude of color, and was even older than a year ago. He was extremely injured within the Vermillion Bird Tomb. After returning, a year of healing had resulted in a slight recovery. However, his vital energy had been injured, and coupled with sensing that his lifespan was approaching, a sense of fatigue couldn’t help but float to his heart.

The lifespan of the Immortal Remnant Race was slightly longer than that of cultivators, otherwise, with the cultivation of the Cloud Sparrow Zi, his lifespan should have been cut off and died many years ago.

“The later generations can be feared ……,” after a long time, the cloud sparrow son long sigh.

Where the Immortal Remnant Clan was located, tens of thousands of miles away from Cloud Bird Zi, a young man whose entire body was flashing with golden runes looked up at the sky with a hint of despondency on his face.

“Brother Wang, you, can you still remember me ……” This person, was precisely that Immortal Remnant Clan’s Young Clan Chief, who had a twisted story, within the Vermilion Bird’s Tomb, he didn’t catch up with the robbery of the Cultivation Star Crystals, but he also didn’t lose his life.

“Brother Wang, I am also leaving the Vermillion Bird Star, I hope that one day, you and I can meet again!”

At this moment, the entire Vermilion Bird Star, all the cultivators, felt the fluctuations in the sky, and along with their gazes, Wang Lin and Situ Nan, rushed out of the astral wind and stepped into the starry sky.

On the Vermilion Bird Star, the ancestors of the Troll Clan underneath the Corpse Yin Sect, cried out for help all the time.

In the Land of the Ancient Gods, Tuosen’s maniacal laughter still echoed, and the day of his escape was not far away.

Within the Sea of Devil Cultivation, the rumors about the 100 day kill order of the Ten Thousand Devils have been echoing among those devil cultivators for a long time …….

A legend, a cultivator called Wang Lin, left a figure everywhere on the Vermilion Bird Star ……