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Lu Zhengkang woke up from meditation. He sat cross-legged and looked around, and found that there was a red robe falling star beside him.

The falling star was still meditating, and Lu Zhengkang was waiting for him patiently.

The space-time structure of Yuanliudi is so strange. The close distance in space means that the timeline is close... if you stay farther away, the timeline will split. The fate is so big, there are many falling stars, and it is not surprising that Lu Zhengkang encounters anyone.

He was thinking, and his heart was eager to see the eagerness of seeing his beloved again. At this time, his companion woke up.

Lu Zhengkang sings naturally: Deer.

The companion replied sadly: Yuan.

At this time, the pipeline gates of the Quicksand Sanctuary opened one by one, and all the restrained cloth creatures were released. Just like the flying birds that startled in the deep forest, their refreshing singing and resonating everywhere for a while, they seem to be one body, revealing powerful vitality.

This is the seventh time Lu Zhengkang has seen such a scene: each reincarnation is actually the same. The road from the remote desert to Yuanliu Mountain is the road from the beginning to the end. It is like a tape. It is the same song over and over again, but the tape is also worn out.

The fewer viewers, the stronger the power of predestined living, the scene in front of Lu Zhengkang is already the appearance of the last eve, I really don’t know, besides him, there will be a few viewers...maybe not many After that, it will inevitably decrease gradually. At that time, the pilgrimage path may be completely closed. If the star falls, there will be no return. At that time, there will be no more viewers.

This source, a new friend of Lu Zhengkang's new acquaintance, rushed out. He stepped on a cloth creature and let them fly him towards the distant mountains. Lu Zhengkang hurriedly followed.

If the really helpful companion of falling stars is the kind of eager bonfire, or even the thriving sun, then this source, he is cold frost and snow, his heart is already dusty, Lu Zhengkang does not know what to do, and then The road is very difficult, especially in the long corridors, where there will be sky surveys and floats to hunt down all objects that contain the power of the flow, naturally including the starfallers. If you have an enthusiastic companion, it will definitely be much better. They help each other and can fly far and fast.

It's just that Lu Zhengkang thinks like this: He has a rush after all, others are not necessarily.

So many people embark on a hard journey, so many people on a hard journey, everyone has a time of fatigue.

When Lu Zhengkang came here for the hundredth time, maybe he would be tired too.

Cloth creatures carried them to the drifting valley of the quicksand. On the huge and long ramp, the broken gateposts, sky bridges, promenades, terraces, scripture halls, bell towers, and trails protrude from the surface. These are like growing on the quicksand. With dry grass and trees, Lu Zhengkang jumped off the cloth creatures, stepped on the ramp, and slid down quickly, as if falling into the deep forest, moving forward, sliding on the **** of quicksand, the wind cracked his robe, just It was like violently beating a burning pine at night, responding to the violent explosion sound. There were sand waterfalls pouring in the mountains on both sides, and the sound was shaking.

Lu Zhengkang tried to chase the source, but he was very fast, and in a short while, he turned a few raised ruins and disappeared. This is too far away and their timeline split.

Yuan, he is a tired but indifferent passerby.

Lu Zhengkang thought this way, sliding the sand, and the yellow sun on the sky was falling more and more, and it was pressing his footsteps.

In the scorching sun of twilight, the pale yellow and gray desert was glowing with solemn dark golden halo, soft like the oily light of otter skin.

In this rapid decline, looking at the runes of the wreckage in the distance along the way, Lu Zhengkang kept his balance, fluttered lightly, and worked hard to collect them. These are the legacy of the predecessors and should not be wasted.

He slid into the Suigu Long Corridor, and the distant sun was draped on the back of the source of the mountain, meeting the gushing light of the flow, the sun is the light of the mountain, all the magnificent gold in the sky, all the light, all the debris, All the relics, all the remnants of the wreckage, all the travellers, all the deserts, all the things, bathing in the light, bathing the edge, only the majestic gold and the deep shadow, the outline and form are squeezed and obliterated, the world is colliding with two poles Chaos. Lu Zhengkang was flying and dancing. He was sliding along the Suigu Long Corridor. The sand lined up beside his feet, like a shallow wave. The tassels on his back trembled in the wind and the flow of time, dumb and dumb. He was walking in chaos. He is walking in time and space, he is walking in reincarnation, he is walking in the beginning, rushing towards the destiny, the sun is going to set, the golden light is going to disappear, let the light of Yuanliu Mountain be enveloped, let him bathe in the eternal flow , The intense heat almost burned him out, allowing him to exist, exist and exist again, disappearing his form, his name, and his mark, and he still exists.

Lu Zhengkang turned out of the end of the corridor, and the sun wheel was gradually covered by the deep shadow of the distant mountains. He descended and fell towards the deep patio in front of the earth. In the shade covered place, the heat gradually dissipated, and the wind was miserable. The chill.

Leaping out of the high point, he fell like a light paper kite, falling on the pale underground space, and Lu Zhengkang reached the lost long corridor.

The faint light above his head was cast from the hole of the pothole. In this area where he was standing, the bleak white light fainted. The ground was paved like a layer of white sand like snow, and there was a tall door in the dark depths in front.

Lu Zhengkang was staggering here, and suddenly another person fell on top of his head, flying lightly beside him for a while.

He sang: Hao.

The warm light spread. Although it is fleeting, Lu Zhengkang still feels extremely relieved. The long tassels hanging behind him are like bitter grass in the water, floating, and are also activated by this warm singing, bright Played a bit. The companion continued singing until Lu Zhengkang's streamer tassel was fully activated.

Lu Zhengkang responded with singing.

Hao nodded to him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then walked towards the lofty gate in the depths of darkness. He was there, singing and activating the ancient star-falling monument. Looking back, he saw Lu Zhengkang still hesitating , So he started meditating on his own.

Lu Zhengkang is only one step behind. He is not in a hurry. He wants to stroll around this area. There are square stone pillars scattered around. He found an ancient mural on a mountain wall, which still tells history.

The more glorious and noble the place is, the more we should remember history.

Hao meditated in front of the falling star tablet, and Lu Zhengkang also rushed to sit down cross-legged.

In the pure white meditation state, the white-robed elder turned his back to him, Lu Zhengkang looked up, and was not in a hurry. The story that should be told is not less than half a point. However, he also got a warning from it: the power of the predestined state is strengthening, and the road ahead must be careful.

When he wakes up, Hao still wanders, thinking that he is waiting for him, Lu Zhengkang sings to indicate, Hao also sings back.

The two set off together towards the gate of the secluded long corridor.

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