Brother Dao Committed Evil Again

Seeing everyone's livid faces, as if they were very angry, Qinglian took a breath and added, "Your goal is to become a saint, don't worry, you stay in this world for ten days and a half months, even if you don't want to. Upgrades will upgrade, it’s that simple.”

"Really?"

Several people were surprised. It is said that this saint's robbery is difficult to pass. Ten of the ten monks will fall because they can't get through. Otherwise, in the past ten thousand years, only one saint has appeared in this world, which will make the monks in the heavens and the world boil.

Everyone saw the dawn of cultivation and abandoned the previous idea of ​​being drunk and dreaming of death. They worked hard and they made progress. However, the Holy King was their end point, and no one could go through it safely.

It was not until the exit of the Great World of the Holy King that the desperate monk was given a way out. Any servant who comes out here is the cultivation base of the Holy King Realm.

The practice that was originally terrifying and despairing, at this time, this woman told them that it would be easy to upgrade after a sleep.

Then their past efforts are not like a joke?

"Giggle..." Venerable Qinglian seemed to enjoy everyone's foolishness, covered his mouth and chuckled, "Of course it is true, this world is different from other worlds, it is an active world, there is a core beating in the depths of the earth's core, At midnight, a massive amount of spiritual energy will be released, which can help cultivators quickly break through the barriers of the Holy King."

"And the periphery of this world has a solid thirty-three-layer heaven-level protection barrier, which can offset 90% of the damage of the Holy Tribulation."

"So, even if you are stupid as a pig, you can easily break through without too much effort."

The people who received the explanation breathed a sigh of relief on their faces. As long as they can break through and not die under the holy calamity, they will live with the heaven and the earth in the future, the sun and the moon will shine together, and they will be immortal and immortal. This kind of day is comparable to the legendary gods. Just imagine the excitement.

Venerable Qinglian sorted out his appearance, and continued to add seriously: "Of course, if you gain something, you will lose something. You will be requisitioned by the Holy Realm for the next ten thousand years to defend against the dangers outside the thirty-three days. ."

"For so long? Will there be danger, such as death."

Wu Hai asked nervously.

Venerable Qinglian gave him a slanted glance, "Humph! As a strong man, is it appropriate to be greedy for life and fear of death? Whether you want to die or live depends entirely on your ability."

"If you can survive in such an environment, it is not impossible to become a creator god."

Everyone deliberately suffocated. The three words "God of Creation" carry a lot of weight. How dare they have such big ambitions?

However, the blood all over his body boiled instantly, and he wished that he could immediately rush forward with a golden sword, screaming in the sky.

Among the five people present, Lan Ling was the only one who was not confused by the big pie, and was still indifferent and alienated.

Qing Lian frowned in displeasure. She had said this line seven or eight times, and every time she was moved, and others would inevitably be infected.

This woman's performance is a bit of a waste of her carefully thought-out lines.

Embarrassed, she stared at Lan Ling stubbornly, "Take off the hat, we don't need people here who hide their heads and show their tails."

"Your Excellency, are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure. Hurry up, don't screech."

"Well, as you wish!"

The moment the black gauze hat was taken off, Qinglian's face turned pale, and she kept shaking her head and backing away, "No, no, it's impossible, why are you still alive? Aren't you dead?"

In the last sentence, the heart-piercing pain she said was so terrifying, as if the woman in front of her was so terrifying that she couldn't bear to look directly at her.

"Humph! A **** like you is not dead yet, how can I die."

When the four of them saw Lan Ling's face, they gasped in unison, which was similar to Qing Lian's horror.

It's just that they were amazed, while Qinglian was shocked.

That is a face that can be described. It is so beautiful that it is sighing. I can't help but think, how can such a beautiful face exist in this world?

The bamboo hat in Lan Ling's hand was gently tossed by her, flew away like a parabola, and hung on a blooming pear tree.

His lips parted slightly, and a startling word came out, "Kneel down!"

"What? Kneel again!"

One of the four monks cried out.

The other three didn't know why, and looked at him suspiciously.

The cultivator swallowed his saliva dryly, and explained with some difficulty, "This fellow Daoist Lan, when he signed up, once made Venerable Mengtian of Hongmeng Great World kneel down. She is the master of Mengtian."

"When did it happen? Such exciting news was missed."

"No wonder! No wonder I saw Jiemin bullying that Mengtian child on the street, saying that he was the son of a slave. I didn't understand it at the time, but it turned out to be the case."

A few cultivators no longer dared to treat Lan Ling with contempt.

Any one of her minions who pulls out at will is a holy king cultivation base.

Who can handle this?

At this time, the mighty Qinglian was as obedient as a cat, crawling on the ground to greet Lan Ling,

"Congratulations to the master's glorious return, congratulations to the master's rebirth and return!"

Lan Ling circled around Qing Lian and said slowly, "Qing Lian, Qing Lian, my dear Lian'er, I underestimated you at first. I didn't expect you to be so capable, but I am blind!"

"Master, this servant is frightened, I don't know what you are talking about."

"You don't need to know, you just need to know a little, and you can die."

"Master, spare your life! It's not a pity for the slave to die, please make it clear that you don't let the slave be a fool, please!"

Qing Lian kept kowtowing, obviously frightened.

Lan Ling's reputation as a **** is not a vain name, thinking that at the beginning, she often followed around to watch other people's jokes.

Who would have thought that one day, she would also become the target of Lan Ling's evil rectification, or she would be given death indiscriminately, how could she accept it?

The stronger the desire to survive, the more violent the act of begging for mercy. Venerable Qinglian is such a beautiful woman, she was stunned because she kept kowtowing her head, her hair was messy like a madman, her forehead was bruised and bleeding, and she looked pitiful. It's like changing someone.

"Cough cough... Fellow Daoist Lan, the offense that Venerable Qinglian did to you just now is not a crime that will kill her, so please forgive her once!"

Wu Hai couldn't bear to step forward to intercede.

The rest of the people followed suit, "Yes, yes, you have a lot of adults, why do you need to know like a little slave. Let her go!"

"Ha! If you knew what this **** did, you wouldn't be begging for mercy like that."

"Today, she must die!"

"Go, I don't want to see you alive and kicking in this world after dozens of voices."

Lan Ling's tone was so firm that Venerable Qinglian was completely disillusioned.