"Forget each other in the world... Yes." Wang Lin did not see Li Qianmei's departure. Wang Lin was not moved by this woman named Li. His heart was already dead, and his roar and screams of grief and anger that died above the moon. His heart was torn apart, and the moment when Luo Tianliu Mei took out the resentful infant.

It is better to forget each other than to support each other.

Two different emotions represent two attitudes and pursuits in life, and also represent two different choices. The women Wang Lin met in this life are more beautiful and excellent than Li Muwan, and even surpass many women in all aspects.

Whether it is Luo Tian’s Red Butterfly, Xi Zifeng, Liumeimu Bingmei, or Lu Yanfei, there are even some encounters that are passing by.

These women were like passing clouds. In the end, only Li Muwan and Liu Mei could really enter his heart. Wang Lin was a person who did not understand emotions. The drastic changes in his early years made him once a devil who was killed, with blood in his hands. There were even many people who claimed to be devils, who were inferior to Wang Lin.

He didn't understand emotions. If he said that there was, it was just the ignorance he had when he was young. He imagined that one day he would complete the examination, return home in glory, and have a beautiful wife beside him, accompanying his parents until he was old.

However, after the Teng family's drastic changes, Wang Lin died even more, his temperament changed drastically, and his stern mood made him realize that practicing Taoism and practicing Taoism are the only word "strong" in the world!

Wang Lin didn't know that the relationship with Li Muwan was love. Until Li Muwan died, as the years passed, as he walked towards the strange void step by step, he kept recalling it while he was confused and had to practice Taoism... Gradually, as he grew older, he understood.

Li Muwan, in this way, entered Wang Lin's heart through thousands of years of memories, very deep, very deep.

Another woman, Liu Mei, also walked into Wang Lin's heart, but the journey was very different from Li Muwan, it hurts very much... But in the final analysis, Liu Mei still won, but this kind of win was in Wang Lin's heart that had died, pierced a wound, tearing open the flesh and blood, and burying it in.

Wang Lin's heart was dead and even torn apart. He was powerless... only to forget each other.

Li Qianmei's last departure, the blue hair that dispersed completely revealed her identity. In the sea of ​​clouds, the only one with blue hair was Li Qianmei.

She could not have done so, but she did it anyway.

Li Qianmei, the beautiful girl of the sky of the ninth-level Potian Sect, sat on the same stone tablet as Wang Lin, and was even given a scroll by Wang Lin. This scene clearly fell into the eyes of the monks around him.

Li Qianmei was using her method to give the answer to the identity of Wang Lin Shenzong.

The auction continued, but the cultivators around looked at Wang Lin with a slight difference. Many of them were not completely sure about the identity of the Wang Lin Shen Sect’s sect, and their doubts were hidden in their hearts without any clues.

But at this moment, most of this doubt was dissipated by Li Qianmei's departure.

"The next thing to be auctioned is a rock!" The old man in charge of the auction of Baoyu Sect glanced at Wang Lin, flipped his right hand, and something appeared on his palm.

This is an incomplete rock with more damage on it and only the remains of the remains, which looks unpredictable.

Looking at the rocks, Wang Lin seemed to have returned to Luo Tian’s fight everywhere. The rocks also collapsed at that time. Afterwards, Wang Lin could only condense these and became an abandoned magic weapon in his storage space.

"One Thousand Immortal Jade!" After a brief silence, a voice came from the crowd.

"Five Thousand Immortal Jades!" The white-clothed scholar who knew Wang Lin said softly.

"Ten thousand immortal jades!" In the stone tablet in front, the elder of the Taoist Dharma Sect spoke calmly.

No one bidding around. In addition to a few of the great supernatural cultivators, most of the monks in the mountains and rocks seemed to be worthless. However, when Wang Lin talked with the monks surnamed Cao of Baoyu Sect and took out two treasures, the monks around him clearly saw the two treasures.

Everyone knows that this rock belongs to Wang Lin.

A mere ten thousand immortal jade can make friends with Wang Lin, which is something that the monks here are happy to do. In the Yunhai Star Domain, ten thousand immortal jade is no longer low.

Wang Lin looked as usual. With his right hand, he pointed forward and a forbidden flew out and landed on the remains of the rock. Immediately, there were ripples echoing on the rock. In a moment, the ripples dissipated, and a vicissitudes of breath spread out from the rocks and spread around.

This vicissitudes of life contained traces of time, and in an instant, the monks around him became solemn.

Those old monsters in the Broken Nirvana were better, especially the monks in Jing Ni and Peeping Nirvana, each with bright eyes staring at the rocks and pondering.

"Mountain Soul!" The beautiful young woman who knew Wang Lin was a little surprised. She looked at the rock carefully, then shook her head and whispered: "It's a pity that it's already broken."

"This is not an ordinary rock, there is fairy spirit on it! Could this thing be the mountain in the fairy world?"

"Twenty thousand immortal jades!" The scribe in white spoke calmly.

"Although this thing is useless to us, such as the Nirvana monks, the younger monks in the sect can use this to understand the magical powers... More importantly, this thing is very likely to be obtained from the fairy world and then refined into this!" The elder of the Dharma Sect pondered for a moment and slowly spoke: "Thirty thousand immortal jades."

"Forty thousand immortal jade!" A voice came from afar, but it was Ouyang Long, sitting cross-legged on the stone tablet behind him.

"One thousand yuan crystal!" The elder of the Dharma said in a deep voice.

The surroundings were quiet and no one bidded. In the end, this thing was bought by the elder of the Daofa Sect.

Although the rocks are extraordinary, they did not cause any turmoil in this auction. At most, they would only cause slight ripples. However, the shock caused by the following item was that even Wang Lin did not expect.

"This magic weapon is an armor!" The old man from Baoyu Sect took a deep breath, with a faint confusion and excitement in his eyes. With a wave of his right hand, a ball of black air swayed in front of him, faintly turning into a vague armor.

The moment the black aura appeared, some of the monks around him immediately changed their expressions and looked at them intently. Among them were the old man with a pothole-faced face, the white-clothed essay and others.

"Sir Lu also asks you to open the ban and let Yu and others watch carefully." The old man clasped his fists at Wang Lin, but pointed out this thing, which belonged to Wang Lin.

The old man's expression made Wang Lin pay great attention. He pondered for a moment. He raised his right hand and pointed forward. The ban flew out and fell on the black gas. Suddenly, the black gas seemed to boil, and the violent clouds rolled up. The seal ban on it dissipated layer by layer, and finally disappeared completely, making the black gas no longer blurred, but quickly contracted and condensed, turning into a pair of pitch-black armor, revealing a vast amount of demonic energy!

The demonic energy was extremely strong, and the color of the heaven and earth changed. A huge vortex appeared in the sky. The vortex was pitch black all over and slowly rotated.

The moment the armor was sealed, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the monks' eyes suddenly widened. Even the old monster Broken Nirvana sitting on the stone tablet in front of the left was stunned and unimaginable light burst out in his eyes!

Some monks even stood up in surprise, their eyes showing disbelief.

"Divine Armor of the God Sect!!" the old man with a pothole-faced face was gasping and murmured.

"God and Demon Armor!!"

"It turns out to be a god and demon armor!"

"In legend, only the Divine Sect can own the gods and demon armor. This armor has a very strong demonic energy, and it must be the fourth-grade gods and demon armor!" The entire auction place immediately became excited because of the appearance of this armor.

The monks who can come to this auction place are all of them with extensive knowledge, and have a profound cultivation and strong concentration. But at this moment, the concentration of most of them collapsed, and everything was just because of this magical armor!

"Fellow Daoist Lu, do you really want to sell this thing?" The elder of the Dharma Sect stood up, clasped his fists at Wang Lin, and said in a deep voice.

After his words fell, the surroundings immediately became quiet, and everyone's eyes instantly condensed on Wang Lin.

Wang Lin looked calm and glanced at the scattered demon armor. He didn't expect that this thing could be related to the Shenzong. Wang Lin felt very interested in the Shenzong in the Yunhai Star Domain.

"I just want Yuan Jing!" Wang Lin spoke slowly.

"Okay, I'm willing to take out three thousand yuan crystals and buy this thing!" The elder of the Dharma Sect's voice was decisive!

"I have five thousand yuan crystals!" The old woman who had traded a star map with Wang Lin before, looked at the armor of the scattered demons, her eyes showed a strange light, and she slowly spoke.

"You want to buy this thing, probably to study the magical powers of the Shenzong. This thing is in the sea of ​​clouds, and only the Shenzong has it. It is rarely reported. This thing is bound to be obtained in the lower limits. I will give out eight thousand yuan crystals!" The white-clothed scholar took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Ten thousand crystals!" The elder of the Dharma hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth. They did not have many Yuan crystals in the Dharma, and ten thousand was the limit he could reach.

As soon as this price is released, there is a sound of breathing around. This level of transaction and auction is no longer an idle person to participate. At this moment, a sarcastic sound slowly came.

"The seventh-level Secret Luo Sect offers a price of 13,000 yuan crystal!" The monks around him immediately looked at him, but it was a young man in yellow, holding a fan in his hand and quoting the price.

The elders of the Taoist Dharma Sect stared at the armor in a daze, sighed, no longer bidding, and the rest of the people were silent. This price was already at its limit, and they did not have so many Yuan crystals.

"Ten5,000 yuan crystal!" Ouyang Long's voice came out, with a hint of trembling. Even for him, he couldn't help but feel shocked.

"Ten-8,000 yuan crystal!" the young man in yellow frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Twenty thousand yuan crystal!" Ouyang Long gritted his teeth.

"Twenty-five thousand yuan crystal!" The cold light flashed in the eyes of the young man in yellow.

"Three...30,000 yuan crystal!" Ouyang Long secreted sweat on his forehead.
Chapter completed!