v2 Chapter 538： Relive, wake up again (1/2)

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When the sun goes down, the sun goes down.

The sunset is on the clouds, and the dusk has fallen.

Above the clouds, in the void, in the clouds.

The howling wind that tore everything roared frantically in the clouds.

Above the sky is Tianwei, the mighty Tianwei, and the heavenly awe of life.

Suddenly, a flame appeared out of thin air, and then inexplicably burned, it was a purple faint flame, but also a lonely and cold purple dim flame.

The purple flames are burning slowly, letting the winds go crazy, but they can't shake the slightest, letting Tianwei be unpredictable, the purple flames are not affected.

The purple flames are burning like this.

As the sunset disappears, as dusk falls, as the night begins, and as the darkness strikes ...

The purple faint flames became more and more exuberant, and the burning wind crackled, the burning void was looming, and the burning sky was shaking slightly.

Secretly, a seemingly false figure appeared in the purple flames.

As the purple flames became more vigorous, the figure became clearer and clearer.

It's a man, a young man.

A simple white, three thousand flying black hair.

A cold face, an arrogant figure.

He sat cross-legged, eyes closed slightly, hands folded, calm and serene, as if the fire was reborn, and the more vigorous the burning of the fire, the more vigorous his body was.

I don't know how long the flames of Zi You have been burning, only that the figures are becoming clearer and more vital.

With a bang, the flames of purple flames suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire, and then disappeared without a trace, leaving only the young man.

He was sitting cross-legged like this, and when he opened his eyes, it was a pair of deep eyes, deep like an abyss, unfathomable, full of confusion and confusion, as if all things were full of strangeness and unknown. .

Just looking at it like that, he slowly closed his eyes, and then opened again, his eyes were a little bit stingy, a little bit lost, a little darker, and a little quieter.

Close it, open it again, there are fewer babbles, so is confusion, more gloom, and silence.

I do n’t know how many times the opening and closing have been repeated. I only know that each time I close and open, there will be a little less shame and confusion, and a little more gloom and silence until the shame and confusion completely disappear. In the eyes, only darkness and silence remained.

He didn't move, still sitting cross-legged, looking lonely and cold.

The dead silence disappeared, and the vitality was restored.

Gradually, loneliness disappeared, cold disappeared, in the presence of a kind of laziness, a casual, a free and easy, a free.

”Fuck!”

He stood up, stood in the clouds, stretched a lazy waist, every inch of bones made crackling sounds, every inch of his skin was shaking violently, every trickle was spinning madly!

Wow!

The endless Taiji Jindan hidden in the pits roars like a desperate tiger, rolling out the Taiji spiritual power and shaking the earth!

”Finally his mother is back.”