"Remember, the destiny of the ancestor god is not an achievement, but a limitation."

"When you feel that everything will not be able to hold on, awaken your past memories and take out this object before you can make a contract."

"How much can you do in the rest depends on your life..."

The long river of memory fades away.

Lord Li's figure also faded away.

The entire dark world was shattered, and a glimmer of light in front of me became clearer little by little, and finally turned into a thunder and exploded in my ears.

"Boom!"

Cao Erzhu suddenly stood up.

Uncle Ghost Buddha was bitten on his head, and his wound was covered with mushrooms and moss, which exuded a long historical atmosphere, so he collapsed on his side.

My father stood in the void, and the Ancestral God's Great Tribulation seemed to be just a few short paths away. He was still so fierce and fierce, extremely domineering.

"I'm alive?"

Cao Erzhu looked down at him, reached out to touch him, and found that his body was intact.

It was obvious that before, I seemed to have been fried into meat by Beihuai?

"Why?"

"Because of Lord Li?"

At this point, Cao Erzhu frowned.

He grabbed a handful of snow and water stains were poured in his palm.

The climate seemed to be warming up quickly, and the snow accumulated on the ground quickly melted into snow water, and the air became wet.

Under the thunder tribulation, in the place where the law is broken, no grass will grow.

Suddenly, Cao Erzhu's pupils dilated, and he noticed something.

Not far away, there was a charred golden osmanthus stump, which began to climb up step by step and spit out the first tender green buds.

...

The Northern Region, the hometown of the fragrance of flowers.

There were actually many adventurers in this Seven Duan Ban periphery, and then a market was formed to trade spirit refiners.

At the intersection of Fangshi Street, flowers suddenly bloomed, and the spirit refiners moaned unconsciously as if they were in the deep spring.

“Ah~”

The butterfly breaks out of its cocoon and flaps its wings and flies high.

Soon, a high-level person came back to his senses from comfort, and his pupils suddenly trembled, and he screamed strangely:

"My grass, Brother Zhao, why did you grow butterfly wings?"

"My God, Lao Qian, you... your crotch is broken. Is this your third leg? It's so thick and so long?"

"My mother, how could you fat baby have three mouths? Ah! Monster! Monster with long tongue!"

"Help, save, help..."

Amid the howlings of a crowd, no one saw the intersection of Fangshi, and an old man with a hat walked over.

The old man was wearing an old sweatshirt and took off his hat from his head, revealing a sallow face with ravines and ravines. His eyes were bright and bright, and what he was holding was a small sickle for mowing grass.

“Yo…”

The old man smiled and took a step forward.

Like a ghost, I walked from the north of Fangshijiekou to the south of Fangshijiekou, leaving a series of afterimages.

Behind him, the entire market was buried in the prosperous colorful flowers and the scent of birds and the fragrance of flowers in an instant.

"The long-lost fresh and sweet air..."

The old man took the second step, walked through the northern region, crossed the North Sea, and stepped into the ghost and Buddha realm.

A straight flower path is left on the glaciers of the North Sea, where no one cares about it. The buds bloom, the afterimages are shattered, and the life is blooming.

"Like the aged peach blossom wine that has just opened..."

A soft murmur sounded in his ears, and the last thunder tribulation had not yet struck down, Kuai Leihan's pupils suddenly dilated and he turned his head and looked at it.

A sallow face is right in front of you!

Caught off guard, a light slap was thrown on his face, without any pain or itch, and only a crisp sound of banging sound.

Kuilehan didn't even realize what was going on, who was this, and why...

The old man is gone.

He realized something was wrong and followed with a sudden eye.

In a series of afterimages, I found the last place and my eyes fell into Fusang City.

"Celebrate..."

Under the city of Fusang, Yu Zhiwen, Liu Fuyu, and Moon Palace Nu, had just raised his head.

The old man appeared with his face, held the sickle of the Death God hanging in the void in front of him, and raised the old face with deep wrinkles, grinned at the three girls, and his teeth turned slightly yellow:

"Spring is here."
Chapter completed!