A certain universe, somewhere deserted.

The woman in the red robe and the short and mature man walked on the wasteland, and suddenly they stopped.

The woman raised her head and looked towards the sky.

The man followed her gaze.

A little bit of "starlight" appeared on the sky in the distance.

At this moment, it is daylight.

The yellow sand was full, and even the sky was reflected yellow, but a little starlight appeared.

The starlight spread quickly, as if a hole had been burnt on the big screen of the sky, and then, a small figure fell from the hole.

The woman in the red robe exchanged a glance with the short man beside her.

The two of them stepped forward at the same time, stepped on the sandstorm sweeping the sky, and headed towards the falling figure.

Running madly all the way, the woman in the red robe still stared at the falling direction of the figure in the sky.

"Is it the news from my hometown?" The short man and the red-robed woman, side by side, asked in a low voice.

The girl in the red robe responded lightly: "I don't know, I have to see it with my own eyes."

The two are getting faster and faster.

The figure is getting closer and closer to the ground.

"It's a person." The red robe woman narrowed her eyes. "I'm completely fainted. I can't feel the slightest spirit fluctuations. He has no defenses all over his body. He broke through the law at such a fast speed and fell to the ground for fear of breaking into mushy."

The short man said: "It will also cause a great shock, and it will attract unnecessary attention."

As he said, the red robe on the red robe woman suddenly began to burn. In a few moments, the red robe turned into ashes, revealing a beautiful face like a person in the painting. Her speed was faster, and she was short in an instant. The man fell behind.

At the same time, her body began to blur, faintly, blending with the laws of heaven and earth, like the wind, looming.

The figure is about to fall.

The woman jumped up.

One hundred feet, ten feet, one feet.

The woman saw the figure clearly.

It was a young man with a sharp face. He had passed out completely and his expression was very peaceful.

But the moment the woman approached.

The man slowly opened his eyes and looked at the woman.

He felt the impact of the powerful aura on the woman.

Then volleyed around and punched the woman.

At this time, the distance between the two was not close!

The woman frowned, her figure was between Xumi and disappeared!

Incorporated into the world!

The man missed a punch, but he didn't panic, and immediately went around.

At this moment, an invisible force impacted on the man's chest, directly hitting the man with vomiting blood, and a crack appeared in the law of the body!

This blow was very fierce!

The man fell straight down, and the moment he was about to land, the space around him was distorted, and he did not hit the ground hard, but landed like a fallen leaf.

He was lying on the ground, his body upright, breathing heavily.

The woman reappeared and stood beside the man in a red robe.

After a while, the short man also appeared nearby.

The woman said: "He was hurt very badly, very badly. My attack just now was meant to be defensive, and I didn't intend to hurt him, but his body was already quite fragile, so he was crushed."

The short man pondered for a moment, and said, "He is..."

The woman nodded: "The pinnacle creature, but he is not a person of the world."

The man lying on the ground panting hard raised his head, he seemed to notice something abnormal, and said: "You..."

The woman’s eyelids drooped lazily, but the killing intent in it is still strong. It seems that as long as the man changes anything, she will not hesitate to take action: "We are not people in the world, so for the time being, we are not enemies. , Tell me, what is your name and where you come from. You are very fragile now. Even a creature of the nine realms can hurt you. If you are smart, be frank."

The man smiled, lay his head up on the ground, and said with emotion: "Good luck, but he didn't fall into the enemy's house."

The woman said: "What is your name."

"What is your name?" the man asked back.

Woman: "I have many names. Here, my name is Hong Luo Nu."

The man said "Oh": "I don't have many names. I'm called the best one. Is it frank enough?"

………………………………

Into the night.

On the yellow sand desert, beside a hill, a bonfire rose.

The short and mature man—Hong Luo Nuv called him Mr. Zhong Lao—he hunted and killed a giant cow-like beast from nowhere, and was neatly dividing the skin and flesh, using some of it for barbecue.

So as to sit in front of the campfire, staring at the campfire, motionless.

Hong Luo Nu walked to Zhi Weiyi's side and handed a kettle to Zhi Weiyi.

It took a few big mouthfuls to unplug the plug without any doubt. The kettle is small, but the space inside it is like a vast ocean. It is not wine, nor other things, but the purest essence of Qiongzhi.

Spirit liquid is also very rare in the universe of God King. In the Age of Era, the Qiongjiang Spirit Liquid can only be formed slowly by the force of nature. It requires many chances and coincidences. Generally, it is in the dimensional world close to the source of the heavens, because the law is too vast, the power is too large, and the oppression is too strong. The compressed world is very small, and even some flat worlds have appeared. In these flat worlds, no creatures or matter can exist, and they are compressed into the purest liquid by the law. This kind of liquid, after tens of millions of years or several For hundreds of millions of years, he has continuously absorbed the heavenly essence from the source of the heavens and turned it into spiritual fluid.

Lingye has no specific structure, and its composition is quite different, but in general, the so-called Lingye is highly concentrated, pure, and easily absorbed vitality.

After the Great Dao Era, the output of spiritual liquid has greatly increased, and this liquid has always been unique to the future heaven. Only the future heaven, which controls the source of the heavens, can be refined. Liquid can fill several oceans.

It looks like a lot, but in fact, even the Heavenly Court itself will not have enough supply in the future.

Even after taking a few big sips, the movement of the breath became much smoother.

Hong Luo Nu retrieved the water bottle, looked at it carefully, and said: "You have suffered a very serious injury. Even these few skin injuries are quite stubborn and difficult to repair."

He even glanced at a deep wound on his right arm. The wound did not bleed, but there was no sign of healing.

The most important one: "If it hadn't been for the torrent of torrents that filled my whole body and repaired many of my injuries, I would have died. As for the injuries that cannot be healed, they are all immortal injuries.

Hong Luo Nu's eyes were solemn.

Zhi Wei raised her head and looked at Hong Luo Nu: "You don't need to guess, I was fighting with the Taoist of the Immortal Realm of the World of Meaning."

The red Luo girl's pupils shrank violently. After a long time, she said, "You have already seen people on the road to immortality."

Even when I cross my legs, I close my eyes: "When I recuperate, what do you want to ask, think about it now, and ask me later."