Battling Records of the Chosen One

The swords that cover the strange lines are finally smouldering.

Call ~

Lin found a sigh of relief, and his heart was also surprised.

Before listening to the green bird pointing, he still did not agree.

After real killing an undead monarch, he realized how terrible these evil spirits were.

Who can imagine that this obsessive monarch's obsession is actually a sword?

And it's still weird, covered with awkward lines!

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Lin Xun noticed that after the death of the undead monarch, he left an old piece of jade and jade, which was already mottled.

Lin Xun put it away, and the gods explored it.

"Father, the mother said that you are coming back, is it true? My mother and I miss you very much, you have left the eighty-seventeen days of the thirty-nine-nine years..."

"Father, I must wait for you to come back to my wedding reception. If you don't come back, I won't marry..."

The words in the jade slippery are intermittent, extremely vague, and have been mostly disabled. It’s hard to let Lin find two complete sentences.

Then, Lin searched for silence, and the heartstring was like a force that was inexplicably swayed.

He thought that since this incomplete jade is the only thing in the undead monarch, he must have a great secret, whoever thought.

This is actually a book.

A letter that reveals his daughter's deep thoughts.

Even if his father left, he remembered clearly that it was a trivial matter that only a close relative would miss.

And this undead monarch should be... and miss his daughter.

Lin Xunqing couldn't help but think of Zhao Jinglu and Lin Fan who stayed at Xifeng Peak. Although they were only separated for more than a year, their mother and son, I am afraid that they will always miss and care about themselves.

Immediately, Lin Xing smiled.

Lin Fan, this kid, certainly won’t think too much, and the teenager doesn’t know what it’s like.

On the contrary, it is Jingjing...

She must have missed herself more than once...

Thinking of this, Lin can not help but sigh softly, carefully put away the old and mottled jade in his hand, so the items are very ordinary, but they are precious and worth cherishing.

For the killing of the undead monarch, Lin Xun could not talk about regret.

Because the other party is only a sinister soul that is obsessed with it, its deity is afraid of falling into the demise of the last era.

"No matter how the era changes, things are going to sink, family, after all, it will be eternal..."

Lin looked for a mutter in his heart.

With the fall of the undead monarch, the undead in this gully is as powerful as it is, disappearing into the smog and never seeing again.

Lin sought to stabilize his mind and look at the bottom of the ravine.

A group of pupa-sized hues of light hang on the dark brown ground, floating in the colorful avenues of light rain.

Approaching and seeing, in the light group, there is a strange and pure source of ancestral power, and the atmosphere of the avenue is filled with glare.

The blue-bird jumped on Lin’s shoulder and said: “Your luck is good. Look at the ancestral level of this avenue, which can be classified as a first-class standard. In the past, once this ancestral source appeared, it was bound to Trigger a massive **** battle."

Seeing that Lin was looking forward, he had to take away the ancestral source of the avenue. The blue-finch quickly reminded: "These things are left from the last era and cannot be taken away. Once they are strong, their power will be exhausted in an instant. ""

Lin searched for a stop and said: "What should I do?"

"Meditate on one side and refine it."

Road.

Lin thought for a moment, a wave of his sleeves, and placed the nine secluded sacred arrays around, so he sat on the side of the ancestral ancestors and concentrated on meditating.

As he breathed, the light and rain of the avenues of the ancestral ancestors seemed to be dragged, and the light flow that turned into a silky rush from the forest to find the nose and mouth. When entering the forest, it suddenly became unparalleled. The hot torrent flooded and spread.

In this moment, Lin seeks the pores of the body to relax, the meridians and acupoints, the internal organs, the six internal organs, and the limbs. Every inch of the place bursts out with a hunger-like rhythm, like countless mouths that are waiting to be fed. cheer.

Even the empire of the empire has produced an unprecedented strong rhythm, and the roar is boiling.

When the hot torrent of the ancestral ancestors of the avenue was constantly drawn from inside and outside the body, Lin Xun couldn’t help but scream out.

It feels so wonderful.

It seems that when hunger has been eating for a long time, I have eaten a rich and tempting meal, and like the long-lost desert ushered in a heavy rain...

When Lin sought to practice in the past, he never experienced such a wonderful feeling.

This power from the ancestral source buried in the last era is undoubtedly magical!

After two hours.

The ancestral source of that group has been reduced to the size of a baby fist.

Lin Xun clearly felt that his own road has soared a lot, and he has entered the medium-term level from the early stage of the Sixth Emperor!

The change is so great that Lin Xun can't help but marvel.

The emperor is nine-fold, one day, one day, the higher the road, the more difficult it is to upgrade. Even if it is a talented person, the speed of the break will gradually slow down with the improvement of the realm. ‘

As for the general monks, whether or not they can break through the border is still a problem.

Now, in just two hours, the cultivation has produced such a big change, so Lin Lin can not be surprised.

It should be noted that his doctrine is unparalleled, far superior to the general situation, and even in the imperial court, there is no such thing.

Being able to move from the early stage to the middle stage, this kind of entry has been called a speed!

"No wonder in the past years, but those who entered the dead soul domain, in order to compete for the source of the ancestral home, do not hesitate to fight, this baby is really incredible ..."

Lin Xun soon abandoned his distracting thoughts and continued to practice.

Until after an hour.

The ancestral source of the boulevard was completely refining, and Lin’s own cultivation was beginning to move toward the sixth stage of the emperor!

Feeling his own changes, Lin Xun is completely tempted.

"One month, if you are hurrying, it may be enough for me to take a new step..."

Lin Xun murmured.

"This time, you are lucky, only to be lucky enough to occupy a group of first-class ancestral ancestors, next time you may not have such good luck." The green bird opened, and poured cold water into the forest.

Lin Xiao smiled and did not agree.

His figure flickered and swept away from the gully, continuing to search along the smoggy cold starry sky.

"You are really a crow mouth..."

Half a day later, Lin searched and sighed. On this road, he did not search for the source of the ancestral ancestors. On the contrary, there were not many undead hunters.

"You are not lucky, but blame me?" The blue bird gave him a look.

Just at this time -

A screaming scream came from afar, revealing the madness of tyranny.

The blue **** immediately said: "Some people were invaded by the obsessive minds. No accidents, the other party has been confused and caught in the madness.

”

Lin searched for the spread of the gods, and the looming sound of killing the battle.

And the battle that took place in the dead soul domain is destined to compete with the ancestral source of the avenue!

"Go, go see."

Lin looked for a flash of his face and moved away from the stars.

After realizing the magic of the ancestral source, he would miss any chance to compete for the source of the ancestral ancestors.

"Greed is crazy..." Green Birds.

"What greed, this is called the avenue race, the ancestral source of the ancestors is the ownerless thing, others can grab, why can't I grab Lin Lin?"

Lin Xun said, speeding up the pace.

Soon, a floating land appeared, extremely vast.

A melee is being staged in it, and the figures of the emperors are flashing. Each one shows the power of the heavens, the swords and swords, the axe hooks, the road printing bottles... all the emperors are wrapped in the horrible horror The power can be criss-crossed, and the roaring roar is like a thunder. It is also mixed with all kinds of killing, roaring, screaming, mourning...

This is indeed a big melee. Lin looked at it. At least four or five groups of emperors from different camps were killing, and the aftermath of the proliferation and proliferation of the battles destroyed the land.

Not far from the battlefield, it is a huge space vortex that stagnate, quietly suspended there.

Deep in the whirlpool, from time to time, a burst of bright and colorful light rain.

Obviously, that is the breath of the ancestral source, and it is extraordinary!

And this melee is naturally triggered by the struggle for the source of this avenue.

"Ok?"

Lin Xun suddenly noticed that there was still a lot of breath around the floating continent, and he was paying attention to the battlefield and waiting for the opportunity.

Seeing this scene, Lin Xun immediately decided that he wanted to swallow this ancestral source, fearing that it was not that easy.

Too many opponents are watching!

Lin thought for a moment, and he also caught up and stopped in a gray smog that was not far from the floating continent.

"withdraw!"

In the melee, some of the emperor's characters felt that there was no chance of winning and decisively evacuated.

Some people have noticed that there are more opponents in the area near the land, and they realize that they are not good. They decide to seek self-protection first.

However, there are still some people who are fighting and killing. The battle is fierce, and most of them are dominated by the most famous people.

Lin searched and watched and found that most of the figures in the battlefield were strangers. They should be the monks who entered the battlefields from other gates.

Only Lin Xingtian and his party are quite familiar with Lin Xun.

"It seems that as time goes by, more and more strong people have entered the dead soul domain from the ancient battlefield..." Lin sought frowning.

This means that there will be more and more opponents in the battle for the ancestral source.

The most difficult thing is that the ancestral source of the avenue cannot be taken away. It can only be refining on the spot. Even if it is the first opportunity, once there is an enemy to kill, there is not much chance of refining.

"Step aside!"

Just as Lin was thinking about it, a sound of indifference and cold taste suddenly rang through the heavens and the earth.

Seeing a group of figures plucking from a distance, the whole body is unobstructed, and straight to the floating continent.

The strong people hidden in the dark, as well as the strong players who are fighting, can not help but show the color of vigilance and jealousy.

Because the leader of the sudden group of people, one of the "five great emperors" from the immortal Divin Wenshi,

Wen Shaoheng!

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