Unparalleled Gentleman

He had tried it himself before, although it was incomparable to when he was still in Lingduan, but he had spiritual roots!Ling Duan stiffened his body, and there was a dark tide in his eyes.

He is Wulinggen!

What does it mean that he has no spiritual roots? This is impossible!

Hearing these words, Ling Duan wanted to spit blood to show him on the spot. Could it be that the old man is too blind to see? He obviously still has spiritual roots, okay?

Thinking of this, Ling Duan closed his eyes and felt his spiritual roots, only to be surprised and astonished to find that he really didn't have any spiritual roots!

Instead, an inexplicable familiar breath came to him, Ling Duan suddenly opened his eyes, still a little ignorant and uneasy for a while, he actually felt a spiritual power of ten thousand years of vegetation in his body, still mad Doing it, absorbing the spiritual energy and transforming it into the spiritual power of plants and trees!

How is this going! ?

Ling Duan is not very unfamiliar with this spiritual power. In fact, this thing is the source of life that he often used in the body of the peach blossom essence in ancient times.

Just how could he be brought back here?

Ling Duan can feel that this spiritual power is not very huge, at least in ancient times, it is only one-tenth of the spiritual power in the body of Peach Blossom Essence, but it can be placed in this world...

He felt that he could crush a sword-wielding elder with one finger.

[Smiling] If he had this ability when his spirit root was crippled, it wouldn't be the other party crippled him, but he would have crippled the sword-wielding elder, the Sanxian [Smile]

"This is impossible!" He said to the old man, before he could say anything else, Prince Changqin had already walked over, stretched out his hand to hold his hand, squinted his eyes and said, "What's the matter, you want to see this stone?" gone?"

"No." Ling Duan threw out the ten sets as soon as he stretched out his hand, the old man rushed over to hug him with such agility that was impossible at his age, and silently sighed: "God's will trick people!"

Ling Duan didn't have a spiritual root on him, but the man who was obviously a hunter had an excellent single spiritual root!

Although he didn't know what the spiritual roots were, he could still feel a few of them, but the old man found that the only thing this person yearned for was the world, and about cultivating immortals... this child probably has no idea.

It's also fortunate that Lingduan didn't know about this matter, otherwise he would have rushed up angrily and slapped the prince Changqin, making him die and cross his soul again!

It's too late, when he wants spiritual roots, he doesn't have spiritual roots, when he doesn't plan to have spiritual roots, he has five spiritual roots, this person's soul is either heavenly root or national teacher, otherwise he's just like Ouyang Shaogong pervert!

How could it be so lucky!

Ling Duan followed Prince Changqin for a long way, and did not sigh until Prince Changqin came out of the assembly. He stopped and turned his head to look at Ling Duan, his pupils were dark, and staring at people would only make people Scalp tingling.

"What's the matter?" Ling Duan turned around and asked, feeling a little uncomfortable when he saw him.

"Am I treating you badly?" Prince Changqin's voice was full of doubts and gnashing of teeth, "Isn't it okay to live here with me forever? Why do you have to pursue that ethereal immortal way?!"

...Ling Duan retreated several feet silently, really not understanding why Prince Changqin changed his style of painting in a second - it felt like seeing Ouyang Shaogong who suddenly changed his face, a little perverted miss.

Ling Duan felt that he was hopeless, but he still thought about Ouyang Shaogong again!

Wake up, bastard, don't forget that he is the chief culprit who brought you to this era without a spiritual root!After this thought circled in his mind for a few times, Ling Duan's feverish mind calmed down.

He looked at Prince Changqin's almost pitch-black eyes and smiled, "Why don't you pursue it? Don't you know that only cultivating immortals can live forever? Life is short, and I want to enjoy it with my endless lifespan! "

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself: Then what did he seem to hear an elegant male voice just now?It seems to be called contrived?

So what if he did it, so what if he got it, it was the path he chose.

"Life in this world is wonderful because it is short, do you think a long life is really that good?" The man's voice was helpless, and he stared at him with gloomy eyes, "I can give you a chance, you If I give up on this decision, I will not kill you."

"Hehe, you still want to kill me?" Ling Duan really smiled at this moment.

Before, I felt that there was less estrangement between me and him, but now it seems that it was just a joke.

"I didn't mean that. As long as you give up cultivating immortals, I will never do anything to you in this life." Prince Changqin reached out and rubbed his shoulders, obviously feeling that he was not very good at explaining.

So he decided to take action.

He stretched out his hand and hugged him in his arms, "Lingduan, I don't want to leave you, let alone let you know who my next soulmate is..."

"I hope you can remember. It's this hunter named Murong, not the prince Changqin who has been through the soul for thousands of years."

"This question is a bit unreasonable." Ling Duan breathed a sigh of relief, and put his hands on Prince Changqin's chest, but failed to push him away, so he could only say, "You are Prince Changqin, and after so many years of crossing the soul, you can't push him away." Isn't it because the prince Changqin still lives in this world, now you let me only remember Murong Qingwu..."

He paused, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Prince Changqin, you will regret it!"

When he said this, Prince Changqin felt a chill on his back inexplicably, but he still insisted on his idea that one mausoleum is enough in this life, and he can't ask someone to stay by his side for life after life.

More importantly, of course, he was afraid.

I am afraid that Lingduan will have a long lifespan, so that he can see him crossing the soul every few years... Now Lingduan does not reject it, so what about in the future?

He was so endlessly crossing his soul, even he himself didn't know whether his memory could maintain the current level.

One must know that since ancient times, more than half of his memory has disappeared, "Just remember Murong Qingwu, Xiao Duan, forget about Prince Changqin, okay?"

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Ling Duan stood where he was, squinting his eyes at the face that was close at hand for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped it!

Unlike the previous slap because of distress, this slap gathered all his anger. Ling Duan didn't want to admit that he was moved by Prince Changqin, but the fact was that he really felt sorry for this young man named Prince Changqin.

Whether it is a thousand years or ten thousand years, he has even decided that if he really can step into the way of cultivating immortals, then he intends to accompany Prince Changqin in those soul-crossing years before he becomes Ouyang Shaogong.

Didn't it mean that there are few relatives and love, so God's few will show him!

But what is Prince Changqin talking about?

Forget about Prince Changqin, okay? !

Hehe, Prince Changqin, why don't you die? !