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Even if there is, eighty percent of them don't want you a long time ago!

This sentence, like a sharp knife, stabbed at his heart with great sharpness, making his little heart, which had been forgotten and almost numb, hurt heartbreakingly.

Yes, since I can remember, I have never seen what my mother looks like, and every year's festival is also my own alone, and it is the same as on weekdays, because no one has ever really paid attention to myself.

Now, a beautiful and kind woman, saying that she is his mother, is here to take him home, which undoubtedly ignites the flame of expectation in his heart again, how can he not be excited and desperate?

However, the urgent reminder in his ear, he also vaguely recognized that it was perhaps the last time in the Lanling Cave Mansion, the Great Elder Shangguan said that he would come to pick him up to go to the Xuanling Valley to retreat and cultivate, the identity and character of the Great Elder Shangguan should definitely not entrust himself to a person with bad conduct, at least, at least, it will not harm himself.

So, in this way, he will make a difficulty, ahead, there is a little hope, next to it, there is a mentor and a friend, who should he believe?

Xiao Huiming felt a pain in his heart, and countless questions in his brain frantically surged from all directions, making his little head feel as if it was about to explode.

The golden light that had been corroded by the wall of blue light for a long time was bright and extinguished, and it seemed extremely unstable.

Zuo Daozhen, who lived next to Xiao Huiming, although he was still standing quietly, but now he was no longer as light and breezy as before, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead gradually appeared on it, and he saw that his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his hands changed rapidly, and the azure air flow was poured away from between his palms in two streams.

One stream, endlessly, maintained the huge azure protective shield, and the other was the azure wall of light that poured into the place in front of Hui Ming.

While printing and printing the constant changes, he eagerly reminded Xiao Huiming, because he found that Xiao Huiming had no resistance to the magic of this dream demon, not only that, but faintly, and the color of yearning appeared on his little face.

This is the last thing he wants to see, because, according to his observation, the cultivation realm of this dream demon seems to be much higher than himself, it should be already the realm of the Great Perfection of the Merge Realm, which is also the reason why he is frequently trapped in her painted dream, of course, if he is alone, then, this dream demon is not easy to deal with, because, the three living immortals of the Xuanzhou Continent are not in vain, they have experienced a hundred battles, have rich experience, exquisite and perfect exercises, and their willpower is also unusually firm, although they cannot win for a while because of the difference in realms, but there is no problem at all in self-protection and even evacuation。

However, now his heart was heavy, his eyes were like lightning, and his brows were tightly locked, because here, he still had an eight-year-old child to take care of, and that little boy, in the face of such a big battle, seemed a little overwhelmed and difficult to deal with. Also, his martial arts and exercises, although he is absolutely first-class and strong among his peers and even among teenagers, but what they met this time is a super demon who has been cultivated for hundreds of years, and her body is a scroll of spiritual wisdom, with the charm of painting, pulling people from dreams or from reality into dreams, and then staying in his scroll by various means, it is her specialty, and few people get out of it.

While mobilizing the true qi of his body to fight against it, he looked vigilantly at the huge Buddha standing on the opposite side, because what really posed a threat to him was not the female figure that charmed Xiao Huiming outside the azure light curtain, but the statue of the Buddha who had absorbed the essence and blood of many figures and sat on the blood-colored lotus platform opposite.

"Moo-"

A loud and long Sanskrit sound slowly came out of the mouth of the Buddha opposite, and then, in the void, a blood-colored ancient rune several meters square was formed, and I saw that the rune swept a few feet, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of me.

"Moo-moo-"

There was a Sanskrit sound, coming from the mouth of the Buddha.

"This?"

Zuo Daozhen's eyes were completely gloomy, his body trembled slightly, and drops of sweat fell from his forehead.

He paused, and in the pupils of his eyes, a trace of determination appeared, and then without delay, his palms flew quickly, and he quickly clicked in the void, and saw one after another azure balls of light, slowly appearing between this heaven and earth.

"Crystal of the Soul - Fall of the Spirit!"

He shouted, the sound shook the heavens and the earth, and he saw that the blue crystal light balls suddenly brought the sound of whirring wind, between this heaven and earth, dense back and forth shuttle killing, whenever it encountered obstacles, it exploded, and the obstacles and themselves exploded at all, and slowly dissipated.

The first thing to bear the brunt of the was the blood-colored ancient rune and the graceful female figure before Huiming, and in an instant, both sides were in the middle of the air and collided together.

There was no expected sound of a frantic explosion, only the sound of two rivers converging together, and I saw that one side was azure and the other was crimson, devouring each other in the void, fighting according to the forces, not giving in to each other.

"Po-"

Listening to a subtle voice, I saw that the shadow of the graceful woman who had originally lived before Hui Ming to perform the charm technique was the first to be broken, like a little splash, dissipating little by little.

Xiao Huiming, who was in all kinds of pain, after hesitating for a long time, finally couldn't help the power of charm, and wanted to make up his mind to follow the so-called "mother" in front of him to find the direction of home.

Xiao Huiming sobered up in an instant, recalled slightly, and then broke out in a cold sweat, fortunately there was a senior Zuo, otherwise, in the future, he would be the person in the painting, imprisoned in the painting, without thoughts, desires, and attachments, everything will disappear, leaving only the shadow of his dream painting.

He turned his head to look at Zuo Daozhen, who was flying in his palm beside him, and saw that his eyebrows were constricted, and he was struggling to erode each other with the oncoming blood-colored ancient runes.

"Hmph, in the name of my mother, charm me, provoke me to almost become the person in this painting, it's really hateful, I fought with you!"

Xiao Huiming hurriedly stood up, and as soon as he waved his hand, he saw a leopard wolf paintbrush, which was already tightly held in his hand.