The empress sister is dangerous, I will tear up the saint in anger

The source of the curse?

The palpitation just now came from the source of the curse!
"I must improve my cultivation as soon as possible!"

Luo Junlin thought to himself.

Do not know why.

A sense of urgency rose in Luo Junlin's heart.

"Practice!"

Sitting cross-legged, Luo Junlin began to recover, and with Luo Junlin began to practice.

In Tianyin's room, above Tianyin's body, a beautiful figure like Tianyin appeared.

That figure has incomparably cold and glamorous eyes!
"Who dares to investigate this seat?"

The corners of her mouth raised into a sneer, and for a moment, she glanced at Tianyin who was lying on the ground, and then quickly entered Tianyin's body.

In the small courtyard of Luo Junlin.

"Congratulations to the host who has practiced for two hours, and the host's cultivation base has been promoted to the early stage of Xianjun!"

The sound of the system sounded.

Two hours passed.

Luo Junlin's cultivation has broken through again.

Originally reached the perfect cultivation of the Golden Immortal, and directly reached the early stage of the Immortal Monarch, Luo Junlin who was promoted to the Immortal Monarch.

If the Desolate Ancient Battle Body is activated, even the Immortal King might not be able to stop it.

"Heavenly Emperor Art!"

Luo Junlin continued to practice.

Xianjun's cultivation base.

not enough!
"Buzz!"

The aura around him gathered in the mad Chaoluo King's Landing.

at the same time.

Scholarly Holy Land.

In a refined study.

"Who dares to touch the fourth-rank Confucian immortals in my scholarly holy land?"

The white-haired old man looked indifferent. This person is the Holy Master of the Scholarly Holy Land, and his cultivation has reached the realm of the ancestors.

It is one of the strongest under the holy realm.

The old man ordered Mo Xiao to investigate the matter of Confucian sages manifesting their sages.

And Mo Xiao's words.

He also took it to heart.

Mo Wentian is dead!
This is a big deal.

Mo Wentian, a fourth-rank Confucian immortal, is the elder of the Mo Family Academy, and placed in the entire scholarly holy place, he is also a strong man, and it is very likely that he will become a sixth-rank Confucian immortal in the future.

Mo Wentian is dead, he, the Holy Master, of course can't just ignore it!

"Please holy book!"

A low voice sounded.

The old man waved his hand.

next moment.

I saw an ancient holy book appearing out of thin air, and with the appearance of that holy book, powerful holy power came forth mightily.

And the white-haired old man's eyes became even more silent.

"Disciple Ouyang Cheng, ask the Holy Book to prophesy!"

The respectful voice of the white-haired old man sounded.

"Buzz!"

The holy book seemed to be able to understand the words of the old man, only to see holy lights rising from the holy book.

The next moment, a page of the holy book was opened, and a surge of righteousness surged out.

"Thank you Holy Book!"

Seeing the holy book opened, the old man was delighted.

then.

Put your hand on the holy book.

"Don't ask God!"

Under the holy book, the white-haired old man wrote three big golden characters.

The big characters were submerged in the holy book, and the holy book was closed immediately, but the next moment, a bright holy light rose.

"Buzz!"

Void, countless scene changes.

I see.

A young man stood proudly, the young man was extremely handsome, and his eyes were unparalleled.

The boy stood there.

Like an Excalibur!
"What a handsome boy..."

The white-haired old man sighed in admiration. Although the young man just appeared in an illusion, he couldn't help admiring him.

Even the Holy Son of the Scholarly Holy Land is probably not a tenth of it!

"Sword Drawing!"

"Chong!"

Right now.

The young man seemed to be holding an ancient sword in his hand, and he made a movement of drawing the sword, and then.

Bright sword light.

Break through the void.

"Ancient Immortal Technique..."

A horrified voice sounded, it was Mo Wentian's voice, in the picture.

The young man's sword light directly penetrated Mo Wentian's body, and then Mo Wentian's whole body was split in half.

"Ancient Immortal Art? Who is this person?"

The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ancient fairy art?
This is placed in the holy place.

Only a genius like the Holy Son can practice it, and as the Holy Master, he has only practiced three ancient immortal arts and one holy art.

This shot.

Is it the Holy Son of a certain Holy Land?

"wrong!"

A gleam flashed in the white-haired old man's eyes.

Juvenile magic.

He has never seen it!
"Buzz!"

But at this moment, the picture shattered directly, and then, the scene changed again.

What appeared this time was the scene where the young man killed the old devil and Suwen Arhat. That scene was equally terrifying.

"Leapfrog to fight, and kill three people in a row!"

"What a wicked boy!"

After watching Luo Junlin's battle, the white-haired old man gasped.

That young man fought across the ranks and killed three strong men who were comparable to golden immortals. This is something that no one can do in the Holy Land of Scholars!
juvenile.

Who is it?

"No matter who you are, if you kill my disciple of the Scholarly Holy Land, there is only one way..."

"die!"

There was a flash of coldness in his eyes, and the white-haired old man shot out countless aura of righteousness again, and walked towards the holy book.

In the holy book, the scene slowly changed, and then there was a scene of Luo Junlin riding Nuonuo, leading Tianyin and the girl, heading towards Luojiabao.

And this moment.

In Luojiabao.

"Congratulations to the host for cultivating for three hours. The host's cultivation has reached the late stage of Xianjun!"

The sound of the system sounded.

As Luo Junlin's cultivation base has been raised to the realm of the fairy king, the speed of this cultivation has also slowed down a lot.

Even with ten thousand times of feedback, it didn't take a quarter of an hour to improve one level of cultivation.

But even so.

That was also extremely terrifying.

three hours.

How long is this?Luo Junlin's cultivation base has reached from the early stage of Xianjun to the late stage of Xianjun. According to this speed, Luo Junlin's cultivation base has been promoted to the peak of Xianjun and the realm of Immortal King.

Absolutely not a day!
"Buzz!"

Luo Junlin's breath was choppy.

moment.

Luo Junlin woke up from his practice.

"System prompt: The host is being spied on!"

The sound of the system sounded.

And Luo Junlin.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

During the practice just now, Luo Junlin has already sensed that a powerful aura is spying on him.

That aura is much stronger than his own cultivation.

"I'm afraid it's a powerhouse above the Immortal Emperor!"

Luo Junlin secretly said in his heart, this spy is at least a strong person above the Immortal Emperor.

It may even be an immortal or even a powerful immortal ancestor.

Such a strong man.

Southern Region, definitely not.

And the person who offends himself.

Just a few.

Scholarly Holy Land.

Holy land of ancient magic.

There is also the holy land of bliss.

Those who spied on him were experts from the Three Great Sacred Grounds.

"Buzz!"

And at this moment, Luo Junlin discovered that a mysterious force seemed to lock on him.

At that moment, Luo Junlin realized that he seemed to be seen through.

"System prompt: The host has been locked!"

The sound of the system sounded.

"Who is the other party?"

Luo Junlin said coldly.

"Scholarly Holy Land Immortal Ancestor Powerhouse!"

The sound of the system sounded.

Scholarly Holy Land.

Xianzu!

Cold air shot out of Luo Junlin's eyes.

"Immortal Soul Out of Body!"

The next moment, a fairy soul appeared in Luo Junlin's body, and that fairy soul looked exactly like Luo Junlin.

The immortal soul came out of the body, and Luo Junlin's three holy artifacts also appeared at this moment.

A treasure tree protects the sky above the fairy soul of Luo Junlin.

The Confucian sage carving knife was held in the hand of Luo Junlin's immortal soul.

The pool of blood in the abyss floated behind Luo Junlin.

"I'd like to see what you are capable of, you ancestor!"

The immortal soul of Luo Junlin.

Soaring into the sky.