"Yan Leizi, what happened back then was not as you saw..." Chong Xuanzi's voice, with regret and sadness towards his master, turned around and looked at Yan Leizi in a complicated way before leaving.

There is no wind in the starry sky. Even if there is wind, it is caused by magical powers. At this moment, the storm before Long Panzi left tore the red light in the crack and opened up all the seals on it, making the colorful world clearly exposed in front of Wang Lin.

As the colorful light flashed out, a mad roar suddenly came from the crack, and the roar was like a wild beast, revealing bloodthirsty and killing.

Listening to the roar, Wang Lin calmed down instead. He looked at the colorful crack silently, and after a long time he turned around and looked at the Yan Leizi behind him.

Yan Leizi's eyes were always looking at the direction where Chong Xuanzi and his two left in the distance, and the hatred in their eyes was extremely strong.

Wang Lin did not know the cause and effect of the deep hatred between Yan Leizi and Chong Xuanzi, but from Yan Leizi escaped to Luo Tian and Empress tried everything to fight, and finally launched a battle between Luo Tian and the alliance, which shows that this hatred is as deep as the sea!

"I can't help you in this matter..." Wang Lin sighed inwardly. He knew the power of hatred, which was enough to make people crazy.

Yan Leizi was silent. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, bowed to Wang Lin and whispered: "It is a private matter between me and Chong Xuanzi. Don't take Feng Zun to heart. The overall situation is the most important thing now. I know... If the war ends, me will die, everything will disappear. If he dies in battle, that's the same...

But if neither of me dies in the end, it will be the day for me to seek revenge!" The hatred in Yan Leizi's eyes was deeply hidden by him. He had been practicing Taoism for many years and could endure it forever, so he didn't care about enduring it for a while.

He will never forget the scenes of that time, he and Chong Xuanzi were originally friends, and it was because of Chong Xuanzi's invitation that he and his Taoist couple joined the Cultivation Alliance together.

The three of them often talked about the truth that he was cherished by Chong Xuanzi's extensive knowledge and insights, and he was willing to obey him. Chong Xuanzi was also extremely polite to him. The two were like gentlemen, although they were like water, but as time passed, they were as mellow as wine.

However, all this was completely changed by something. Yan Leizi was often awakened by meditation. The scene deeply engraved in his memory always made him clench his fists and let out a low roar with anger that reached its limit.

He didn't want to recall, but the memory was deeply left there and became the source of the tingling pain in his heart. The thorn that penetrated deep into the flesh had become corrosive, emitting a decay smell, dyeing his flesh and blood, and becoming the pain of his life!

Wang Lin sighed inwardly and shook his head and said, "Forget it, if you can absorb the power of the incense black dragon, it will be a good fortune. Now I am going to enter this colorful world, and there are many crises inside, so don't follow..."

Yan Leizi nodded, bid farewell to Wang Linyi, turned around and walked towards the distance. His back was a little declining, revealing a sense of oldness and helplessness, faintly bleak, containing loneliness.

Until Yan Leizi gradually faded away, Wang Lin withdrew his gaze. The grudge between Yan Leizi and Chong Xuanzi was obviously involved in his privacy. Wang Lin would not guess, nor would he want to guess.

Although the story has been immersed in the years, it must be very hurt. It is like the water in the palm. Although it flows away, there is still a cold feeling that it always exists in the palm, covering up the warmth in the palm and spreading its whole body...

In silence, Wang Lin turned around and walked towards the colorful realm. His steps were not fast, but every step he took was very firm. He did not turn back or hesitate. Within three steps, he stepped into the second colorful realm he entered in his life!

Flashes of colorful lights spread throughout the world, reflecting everything on the ground in the colorful colors. At first glance, the place is gorgeous and colorful, and it is easy to make people lose themselves.

Colorful, like a rainbow!

Standing in the sky of this colorful world, Wang Lin looked around and saw that the colorful world here was different from the place he entered back then. Although there were mountains everywhere here, from a distance, these peaks were arranged in an orderly manner and formed a huge formation!

This formation is composed of nearly 100,000 mountains, densely covered, giving people a very vast feeling.

Each mountain peak is all part of the formation. The deeper the mountain peak is, the more majestic it is. The deepest peak in its depth is even more penetrated into the sky, shrouded in colorful clouds and mist, only half of the mountain body is revealed outside.

It would be fine if it was just that, but what was even more shocking was that on the 100,000 mountains, there was a monk sitting cross-legged on the top of each mountain.

They were not breathing, but wailing in pain! The wailing sounds merged together and became a tragic sound of the world!

This sound cannot be heard outside the Seven Colorful Realm, but within the Seven Colorful Realm, it directly rushes into the mind, like a hundred thousand unjust souls roaring and struggling, shaking the world.

Every monk on the 100,000 mountain, in his cross-legged knees, there will be several sharp stones piercing through his body, and they will come out of their bodies. From a distance, they are meditating, and this is clearly because they are forcibly pressed there, and their bodies are imprisoned by the erected sharp thorns!

Each of these monks raised their heads, looked at the sky with unswerving eyes, and made unconscious sorrows in their mouths.

Blood seemed to flow endlessly, flowing down from the bodies of these monks, spreading along the stone thorns to the peaks, as if it would not dry up, flowing down the peaks.

There was not much blood at first, and each mountain was just the blood of one person. It was really insignificant for the huge mountain body... But everything could not resist the years. As the years passed, the trickle of blood would gradually increase... As long as the imprisoned monks did not die, as long as blood was still being produced in their bodies...

Widths of red smoke floated from each mountain, twisting and heading straight to the deepest peaks, and in the colorful clouds.

One hundred thousand mountains, one hundred thousand monks!

Among these 100,000 monks, half had a mark on their foreheads, and they were all monks outside the world! The other half was obviously from the alliance, and they were frozen here, and I don’t know how many years of struggles have been.

The bloody smell drifted in this colorful world, as if it merged into the colorful light, making the beautiful colorful light become more weird.

One by one, the phantoms floating like ghosts floated blankly among the 100,000 mountains, and the murmurings came from their mouths.

Between the 100,000 mountains, there were also walking corpses slowly walking around in confusion. They could never get out of the 100,000 mountains. Their clothes were broken and their eyes were gray.

Wang Lin looked at everything in front of him silently. After a long time, he slowly walked forward and entered the 100,000 mountains. The moment he stepped in, suddenly, the 100,000 mountains seemed to have been triggered by some kind of restriction. The endless wail that had always been shrill suddenly stopped at this moment.

At this moment, the cultivators on each mountain peak moved their eyes, which were originally looking at the sky at a daze, and all their eyes were like sharp swords, looking directly at Wang Lin! They were no longer wailing, and a resentment was directly replaced by their confused eyes, staring at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed and his steps paused slightly when he was condensed by the eyes of these 100,000 strange monks.

At the same time, the murmurs of the large number of inscriptions floating among the 100,000 mountains also stopped, and their unswerving eyes stared at Wang Lin one by one.

It was as if Wang Lin's stepping into it, the original balance here was immediately broken, and it seemed that a living person suddenly appeared among a group of dead people. At the same time, he was sensed by all the dead cultivators.

"Blood...blood..." In this extremely quiet, a whimper with gasps slowly spread. This sound came from the mouth of a monk from outside the world on a mountain closest to Wang Lin.

As this sound appeared, more whimpering sounds surged, and all the monks all heard the same words!

"Blood...blood..." The 100,000 monks' eyes suddenly turned red. They had no mind and stared at Wang Lin, with an increasingly shrill roar coming from their mouths.

At this moment, the monks at the top of one of the mountains spewed out a mouthful of blood. As soon as the blood came out, it immediately turned into a blood mist. In the blood mist, countless shadows seemed to flash.

Immediately afterwards, more monks spewed out blood at the same time, and the mist turned into by the blood immediately spread across the top of the 100,000 mountains, constantly merging with each other.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed with cold light, and after his body paused, he took a step forward without any hesitation. The speed was so fast that it could break through all the world of nothingness. As the sound of boom echoed, Wang Lin's figure rushed forward like lightning.

He was extremely fast. Before the red mist could be fully merged, he rushed out quite far, stepped into the depths of the 100,000 mountains, and headed straight for the highest peak.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Lin's body approached the highest mountain. The moment he saw this, he saw a scene that made him take a deep breath!

At this location, he could clearly see that the 100,000 mountains here are not connected to the earth, but are supported by a huge petrified black treasure beast. The 100,000 mountains are pressing on the back of the black treasure!

In other words, these 100,000 mountains are not mountains at all, but this huge thorn on the back of Xuanwu!

The Xuanwu was so big that it occupied the entire Seven Colorful Realm. On the ferocious head of Xuanwu in the distance, there was a person sitting cross-legged. This person seemed middle-aged, but his eternal aura emanated from his body. He was cross-legged, without any vitality.
Chapter completed!