Lin Chao untied his clothes.

"It's all over, it's all over!"

He doesn't regret it.

Finally, next to the little girl, a boy who looked like he was eleven or twelve years old appeared.

After a while, the boy finally climbed to the final step.

That is his butterfly bird.

On the stone bridge, there is a monument engraved with the "Blue Sky Realm".

Lin Chao hugged the butterfly and slowly climbed up.

My sister, she can't hold on anymore."

"Butterfly bird...is it you?"

"The red pupil is here!"

He tore his clothes apart and used them as a rope to tie the butterfly bird tightly to his body.

However, Lin Chao still crawled here with the butterfly bird in his arms.

A cold feeling came, but Lin Chao felt very warm.

If he brought the butterfly and bird across the bridge, he would probably have the same result as others.

She raised her feet and couldn't take any steps.

The eyes of the Ziyi Hou became emotional, and his voice was vague: "I am Ziyi Hou, my surname is Gao's name is Wenyuan."

Lin Chao paused for a moment.

He staggered and headed up the bridge.

Hanging high in half a day, the sun and the moon rotated, you can see a little girl gritting her teeth and climbing up the steps step by step.

He looked at the young, bruised little girl.

Has a special mission.

The old man in purple robe said in a cold voice: "This is the rule, and I can't change it either.

He knew that only by climbing the stairs of the sky and allowing the butterfly bird to enter the world of beast control can the butterfly bird have a way out.

"Butterfly, I'll take you away."

Lin Chao ignored him.

"Woooo, I don't want to die!"

Between black and red, the stairs of the sky are directly in the sky.

Lin Chao was delighted when he saw this.

Cold, despair, destruction, blood red.

Among them, a middle-aged man as thin as a pole saw Lin Chao and panted: "Little brother, there are tens of thousands of steps behind him.

He knew that as long as he passed through the stone bridge, the butterfly bird could enter the Qingtian Realm and was qualified to survive.

Lin Chao spoke hard, his voice hoarse: "Sir... can you let me go?

"Butterfly." Lin Chao's consciousness was also a little dazed, his emotions were a little indifferent, and he was also a little warm.

Red pupils?

Behind is a deep abyss.

Just then, a ray of white light appeared.

Frost, flames, nails, freezing, burning.

The little girl fell into a coma, and she seemed to hear someone calling out something.

Lin Chao didn't care when he heard the old man in green.

The clothes were broken, the cold wind was like a knife, the ice ground was like a needle, and the boy was dragging blood marks and climbing up step by step.

However, Lin Chao had no regrets.

He could only take the initiative to contract with the Butterfly Bird, appear and kill the Fat-Headed Bird.

However, it seems that the tentacles of the red pupil stretched into that world.

The little girl looked at the endless steps, unable to see the bottom.

On the stone bridge, there were three old men with slim figures.

The eleven-year-old boy knelt on the ground.

Holding the butterfly bird's hands also lost the feeling, but they were still tightly shaped and could not be separated.

His grandson and granddaughter are of the same age as these two.

The main reason is that he forced out to kill the fat-headed bird.

However, the butterfly bird was severely damaged and was confused.

Now that the red pupils have arrived, the lost area will no longer exist and will completely disappear.

At this moment, his condition was also extremely bad.

Even said... it's not as good as an ordinary little boy.

He hugged Butterfly Bird tightly, as if he wanted to catch her all the time.

Half is red, like blood.

Until, he was taken away and saw the butterfly bird.

Here…it will become nothing.”

He looked at the butterfly bird that was still sleeping, and his eyes showed a strong reluctance.

The wind was very strong, and he was even a little unsteady.

He is not a formal beastmaster, and if no one is instructed, he cannot cross the bridge." The old man in purple robe spoke.

Lin Chao's breathing was intermittent, and it was difficult for him to stay for one more second.

Look at the old men's outfits, they are the bridge guards of the stone bridge.

Until now, he has only recovered a little.

This part of the emotions is also swallowed by the "emptiness" of the rules of the laws of heaven.

Lin Chao also saw many other people climbing the Imperial Heaven Level.

The old man in purple robe looked kinder: "Little guy, what do you want to do?"

The little girl's mind couldn't help but feel her mother's voice.

He blamed himself.

Lin Chao wrote down this name, and he slowly passed through the bridge with a butterfly bird in his arms.

The boy half-closed his eyes, hugged the unconscious little girl tightly, and climbed up step by step.

Although she has a different face from Butterfly Bird, he can still recognize her at a glance.

Lin Chao knew that this old man in purple robe with a hint of pity was his only hope.

He looked at the little boy's broken body, covered in scars, and a trace of pity emerged deep in his eyes, but he was soon suppressed by him.

Every step I climbed hard.

Otherwise, the young boys and girls in front of me would probably have all died.

But at this moment, he knelt on the ground without any hesitation.

His shoes seemed to be worn by some nails, and every step he took was a bloodstain.

If you want to survive, you can only go through the...the level of the Heavenly Reign and enter the world.

The poor people in other lost areas, like the little girl's idea, crossed the rank of the Heaven.

For thousands of years, he has been fighting against the devour of the consciousness of the heavenly way and is also sleeping.

He looked at the old man in purple robe and his eyes became firm.

The little boy Lin Chao transformed into at this moment was no different from ordinary little boys.

Half is black, like a thick cloud.

His consciousness was slowly swallowed, or in a direction he did not want.

One of them turned into a pet egg, possessing some...emotions.

The cold wind hits, like a knife cutting.

The crowds were surging and they all ran to the south.
To be continued...