Battling Records of the Chosen One

Below the Taoist altar, some strong people are lame.

They gave up the struggle for creation and stayed at the bottom of the ancient tree, but they saw the sacred vision of the altar and could not help but come.

It is a pity that the ban on the Taoist sect is too horrible, so that they cannot get close, and they can only sit on the sidelines.

"Yu Lingkong has been smashed. Is there anyone in the younger generation who can stop the pace of Lin Devil?"

"The Hall of Eternal Life is too horrible. It is worthy of the holy road to the pure land of the longevity. Just the blow, let the forest gods almost robbed!"

"Who is that girl? How can it be so powerful?"

"She, she, she...had killed so many generations!"

The arguments sounded, and although they could not get close to the Taoist temple, these powerful people could vaguely see the **** killings that occurred above.

Until when I noticed that the summer solstice was alone, such as killing chickens and slaughtering monkeys, killing one after another, these powerful people were shocked and chilled.

"Haha, that girl is so powerful, actually... there is no qualification for the first creation, this is a tragedy."

When I heard this news, some people couldn’t help but gloat.

For a moment, he shut up, his eyes widened, and he was stagnant like a lightning strike, filled with fear.

Not only him, but the other strong players in the field are all silent, and the birds are silent, and each look changes greatly, revealing incomparable taboos.

In their field of vision, Lin De God and the mysterious girl and Bai Lingxi walked down from the top of the Taoist Temple...

Lin Xun ignored them and went straight with the summer solstice and Bai Lingxi.

Until their figure disappeared, these strong men dared to breathe a sigh of relief, and all of them were relieved.

Whether it is Lin Xun or the summer solstice, they all prove their strength with their **** brilliant achievements, but they are not the ones who dare to talk face to face!

"Is the message spread out?" Someone suddenly spoke.

"Come out."

"It is foreseeable that after the end of the talks, when the Lin Demon walks out of the Cangwu Mountain, it is destined to face an unpredictable robbery!"

"But, isn't he leaving early?"

"No, he can't go, and the lights won't end, no one can leave!"

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"We must leave as soon as possible."

On the way, Lin sought to frown, and he also realized that the problem was serious.

The summer solstice is soft, she is barefoot like a jade, and walks side by side on the side of Lin Xun. The white and slender hand holds a black umbrella, which has a unique cold and quiet atmosphere.

"Just, according to the experience of the previous Lantern Festival, the first battle of creation will not end, and no one of us who arrives in front of the ancient tree can leave."

Bai Lingxi's eyebrows are slightly stunned. Her white clothes are blood-stained, and her face is pale and looks weak.

The previous killing made her also hurt and not optimistic than Lin’s injury.

When she spoke, Bai Lingxi was slightly stunned. She was keenly aware that the mysterious girl around Lin was looking at her.

It is not a secret investigation, but a fair and honest review.

The pair of dark, moon-like crescent eyes, with a unique indifference, without a slight mood swing.

This makes Bai Lingxi a glimpse, slightly uncomfortable.

At this time, the summer solstice is open, and the sound is clear like a camel bell: "What is your relationship with Lin Xun?"

This kind of words should have been a very private issue, and even if you ask, you should ask Lin Xun.

But the summer solstice is obviously different from other people, she is so quiet, simple, and directly asks the sound, so that Bai Lingxi can not help but stay.

"friend."

Immediately, she smiled and realized that the summer solstice seemed to care about Lin Xun, so she would ask such a discourse, that is, the way of asking questions is too direct.

"Friends?" The dark eye of the summer solstice, which is as dark as ink, wrinkled undetectably.

"Yes, friend." Bai Lingxi feels a little strange. What is the relationship between Lin Xun and this girl, why is she so concerned about these problems?

But see the summer solstice nodded: "Friends are good."

Then she regained her gaze and no longer looked at Bai Lingxi. It seemed to confirm this answer, and she had lost any interest in Bai Lingxi.

Bai Lingxi is more and more strange. When he thinks about it, he can only roughly judge that the relationship between Lin Xun and this girl is inevitably unusual.

"It's really interesting. If Lin Xun has more confusing confidantes around him, is this girl afraid that she will not be the first one?"

There is a strange thought in Bai Ling’s heart.

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Lin Xun naturally listens to this in his ears, but he has long been eccentric, because the summer solstice has always been different from others.

She has been like this from now until now.

Although there are some strange questions about how the summer solstice can ask such a strange question, Lin can not ask more questions at this time.

He is thinking about ways to leave this place.

"Old guy, don't tell me, you don't know the path to get out of this place." Soon, Lin Xun went directly to the psychic old drug.

This old rogue heard, sneer, a disdainful tone: "nonsense, Laozi lived in the mountains of the mountains, I don't know how many years, where there are ants can not hold the eyes of Laozi, let alone a path?"

Lin searched for a sudden burst of heart: "Where?"

The old hooligans did not hesitate: "You promised to let me go, I will tell you when I leave, otherwise, you will kill me, and don't want to leave!"

Obviously, he is taking the opportunity to talk about conditions with Lin, and he is full of confidence.

Lin sneered: "Are you skin and itchy?"

The old hooligan changed his face and immediately angered and said: "You have no conscience in this little rabbit scorpion. Who was just sent you a life-saving medicine at the end of the crisis? Isn’t that ungrateful? Is there a kind of killing? Lao Tzu, if you frown your brow, you will be with your surname!"

He said that the white ginseng roots and leaves.

Lin searched for a moment without words, and he was a psychic peerless king drug, but it was like a hooligan, and it was too unfair.

At this time, the old hooligan suddenly turned his head: "Of course, I also know that you are just trying to use my strength to cultivate."

His look turned out to be very solemn, and there was a solemn atmosphere of poetry: "In that year, I witnessed a group of saints preaching on the mountains of Cangwu. I also listened to many priests who elaborated on the avenues of Xuanwei and witnessed one. How do the young people who have set foot on the road rise up, you can tell you clearly, once you do this, don’t expect to be in the absolute position of the king in this life!"

"The road to the singularity needs to be searched for by ourselves, and it will be verified with all the people of the heavens, in order to open up the road to its own kingdom!"

"If you borrow foreign objects, the road to success will not belong to you, let alone talk about the absolute situation."

Lin looked for a shock in his heart, but he did not expect this old hooligan to have such insights, which really made him somewhat surprised.

"You said it is good, but I am not going to smelt my own way, but to act as a means of saving lives. You don't think that if I swallowed you just now, the injury will soon be healed?" Lin searched for him.

The old rogue looks awkward, and the solemn atmosphere of the treasure is suddenly gone.

He was mad and gnawed his teeth. "Do you know, you are humiliating a drug that will be sanctified as a ancestors!"

"Less less, don't you say it?" Lin searched.

"Don't kill."

The old rogue is very hard this time, "unless you let me go."

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Hey, how did your kid start to move?"

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In the end, after a series of negotiations, such as intimidation, repression, and persuasion, Lin Xun promised to let the old rogue leave.

The old hooligan also agreed to the conditions of Lin Xun, and will also give three drops of "Wang Yao Jing Hua" and a king drug seed to make up for Lin Xun.

"Mom, I have never seen a rabbit bunny like you, too unsophisticated!"

Old rogue, he is in pain, Wang Yao Jinghua is his origin, just a drop, can be brought back to life, even if it is seriously injured, it will recover in an instant.

Similarly, the seed of the king medicine that he gave is also a gem, and it is no longer found in the world.

"Remember, I am the ninth sacred treasure of the heavens and the earth, and the heavens and the earth are unique. This seed is my only descendant of the descendants. You must not let it down."

The old rogue looks deep. "I hope that you can go to the Kunlun Market to dig some of the five colors of the soil, go to the market to collect some Xuan Shengshui, go to the market of creation and pick up some of the mysterious yellow, go to the wonderful market...呃The road to the wonderful market has long been broken..."

"In any case, with the five colors of the soil, the Tao Xuan Shengshui, and the mysterious yellow marrow, I can almost feed my only children. In this case, one day, it may be like me, to open the heart of the nine. Sanctification is the potential of the ancestors."

After listening to it, Lin Xun has the urge to kill, the five colors of the soil, the Tao Xuan Shengshui, the marrow of Xuan Huang? That is the legendary god!

Even the saints have never seen it. This old hooligan is obviously opening his mouth in the letter, and is talking to himself!

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On the ancient green light tree, under the guidance of the old rogue, Lin sought them to walk along one of the branches and gradually walked into the depths of the clouds.

"In ancient times, every branch of this tree led to a different world. The monks on the Cangshan Mountain could use this tree to travel to different worlds. Unfortunately, it was robbed at an early age. Today only There is a cold shell left... Speaking of it, we were friends who had nothing to talk about..."

The old rogue sighs.

Lin Xun suddenly regretted it. The old hooligan clearly knew a lot of secrets, so let him go, it would be very uneconomical.

"Then you know what kind of treasure is the first creation?" Lin searched for a move.

The old hooligans disdain: "There are no things I don't know on this vast mountain. Your so-called first creation is nothing more than some of the gifts left by the saints."

Speaking of this, he seems to think of something, muttering: "But to say that the creation of this time, it is actually a boulevard without a bell, really made me unexpected..."

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PS: The first one is sent!