Immortal Sword Master

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Worm Division, that is the public enemy of the entire human race. If it spreads, it would not be a problem of only one flower family at that time, but the entire human ancestors might be shot and killed. It would be difficult for them to be Jindan at that time Escape the clan.

So choose either.

As long as the flower jade slave has a chance, she will die.

"That's the end of this matter. I would like to ask you to stay a few more days and wait for the next step of the flower family to distribute rewards." Lin Xin said, and he felt that he was obviously unwilling to do so. Gaze fell on himself. But it is not clear who it is.

It is a matter of good fortune not to be innocent, but this time if it was not forced, he would not want to expose his financial resources like this.

It's a pity that the sky doesn't make people wish.

This time, Lin Xin faintly left the villa.

He stayed in the villa for so long that he even regarded the whole Yuefu territory as his hometown. Marrying a wife and having children, now there are several grandchildren.

After the real people dispersed, Lin Xin and the Porcelain King returned to the inner hall together, and the high-level villa and their parents stayed together. Keep your relatives safe at all times.

Lin Zhen's two wives stood with two little farts, and when they saw Lin Xin enter the door, the two children shouted. I don't know if it was because of Lin Xin's costume or other reasons. Both children opened their hands and wanted him to hold him.

Walking gently, Lin Xin carefully held one in one hand.

"Guy little guy ~~~ it's so big."

"Thanks to Grandpa's blessing, the little one is still healthy and has never been sick." The child's mother was also happy.

Lin Xin inquired about his grandson at will, chatting and chatting, but his mind was a little different.

What he brought to Lingxin Villa was actually enough. Now the Villa has accumulated wealth that can not be used for a few lifetimes, and even the network of power has penetrated into the Songlin Sect's ancestors. The point of qualitative change is that some century-old families are also incomparable. ← Baidu Search →

Nan Shunqing and other new village masters grew up. They no longer needed him to be a town owner enough to be self-sufficient.

"Perhaps. It's time to retire ..." As soon as Lin Xin's idea came to light, he took a vague root.

He teased the little grandson gently, took the main seat with the porcelain king, and chatted. I was thinking about how to retreat.

Now he brings it to the villa. It's more of a hassle, and a risk, than enough security and stability.

But spiritual practice cannot always stay in one place.

The more he realized that he had learned a large number of books from both countries, the more he felt that his observation of the nature of the heavens and the earth was too little, so that many things were just a look. There is not much deep understanding.

"Maybe it's time to go out and walk."

As soon as this idea appeared in my heart, I stayed.

A little later, the porcelain king was sent away. He went into the Dan room alone in the evening and continued to use a lot of resources to cultivate and feed Inmanto. Kirin's move required Inmanto's full cooperation.

He himself cannot estimate the specific power of Kirin. It is not a fixed move, but more a special state, which is strong in itself, then that state is strong enough and weak in itself. Then that state will be weak.

Standing next to the fire in the Danfang room, he calmed down and picked up some of the treasured materials he was preparing to build. For him at this time, he had enough financial resources so that he didn't have to worry about finding the materials. ← Baidu Search →

The three things in front of me, the golden dragon root, the river lacking scales, and the white flowers, are all third-grade treasures, and they are also the basic materials required by monks to build foundations. Everything must be gathered by ordinary monks.

Many monks build the foundation with just the same. The odds of success are pitifully small, at most only 20%. But if you add the other two, you have a 70% to 80% chance to build a foundation.

"Just the two most critical things are missing." Lin Xin looked at the materials in front of him, adding these three materials together with some subtle materials to prepare the medicinal solution. Used to bathe the body, it can play a role of reborn.

Reintegrate into the keel, you can achieve the real Dragon King Daoji.

But the key to all this is that there is one more important thing.

That's Yangquan.

Staring at the three things in front of him for a moment, Lin Xin slowly put away the box.

"Yangquan, every Yangjian is relying on it as its core. Without it as flesh and blood. It is impossible to build a foundation. It seems that we must go back to Zongmen."

At this time, he was thinking, the people in Youfu, so many indigenous people, they have not heard of Yangquan, so how did they break through the foundation period?

Gently put the box into the hidden dark grid, Lin Xin turned to prepare to leave the closet.

Hum! !!

Suddenly a Xueliang Jianguang flickered and stabbed him in the throat.

The sword light is like an off-string arrow. It is snow-white and slender as a needle, exuding a delicate white light all over the body.

Lin Xin hurriedly drew his sword to resist and stabbed forward.

Huh!

The blood flashed, and he suddenly saw a flower, and when he was clear again, he saw that he was piercing his left hand with a sword.

The severe pain quickly spread from the wound.

A drop of scarlet blood dripped from the edge of the wound on the palm, smashed on the black floor of the back room, and the starting point of the splash was blood.

"I....."

He vaguely saw a red shadow flashing ahead.

"Lingling!" He unfolded and hurried to catch up, but he heard only a small, crisp laugh.

After leaving the secret room, following Hong Ying's turn to the left, there was an empty corridor with no one above. Just a long white corridor.

He walked in slowly, but he saw a dark glass window on the left. Inside the transparent glass, he could see the situation in the room.

After passing the first room, he looked in unconsciously, but he saw a woman with dark hair and a white dress sitting on the bed, unable to see clearly, but just sitting quietly on the bed, Facing the window.

The second window is the same. A woman with long black hair in a white dress sits quietly on the bed, motionless against the window.

Lin Xin walked through four windows, each of which was exactly the same scene. There was a woman with black hair and white dress sitting on the bedside, motionless.

After walking for a long distance, he suddenly felt something wrong.

"Corridor? When was there such a corridor in the villa?" He remembered that it was impossible for the villa design to have such a place with glazed tiles, and there should be guards everywhere, rather than walking a distance like this No guards have been seen.

Suddenly he looked back in the direction he was coming from.

I saw a vaguely round hole there, which seemed to be the entrance to this corridor. A woman in a red dress was standing at the entrance and looked at him with a smile. The woman looked like Xiao Lingling, but her face was blurred.

Without waiting for his response, the woman stepped back, reaching out to catch the twisted round hole, and the seemingly slender arms actually began to close the round hole a little bit.

An unpleasant premonition suddenly rose to my heart, Lin Xin faintly felt, if he could not get out of the round hole quickly, he might be left here forever.

He didn't know where the corridor was. But it was instinctual that the corridor was definitely not a good place.

As soon as the body unfolded, Lin Xin suddenly seemed to have more than ten figures, bringing out a series of afterimages and rushing towards the woman in the red skirt.

"Do you ... don't love me anymore?" The woman's face was vague, but her voice was slightly unclear.

The sound penetrated into Lin Xin's ears, as if the numerous harsh noises were extremely mixed together, and then amplified sharply many times.

He resisted the noise and stabbed his sword at the opponent.

"You are not Lingling !!!" Lin Xin growled. Both ears unknowingly bleed blood, flowing two red lines.

Jianguang prolonged, a sword stabbed the woman in the red skirt, and directly penetrated her abdomen.

The woman melted completely, like a candle, and quickly turned into a pool of red, viscous liquid.

Lin Xin then saw that the round hole behind her was only over a meter wide, and his body soared and spun out of the round hole. The moment he jumped out, he seemed to feel that his chest was touched by something, as if it were a hand, or something else.

call! !! !!

Opening his eyes suddenly, Lin Xin took a deep breath like a hypoxic fish.

In front of him was still the secret room just now, and he was still standing in front of the three materials just placed.

However, he felt that his forehead vest was all sweaty, reached out and wiped it, and the sweat was soaked in his palm.

"That one just now, what is it?"

He also didn't understand that the hallucinations originated in Youfu. He had never been promoted before, and was still suppressed by cultivation, but just now it made him feel a sense of disaster.

"Lingling ..." He slowly raised his finger, only to see that some rotten places left on the previous finger had spread down even more.

Spread from your fingertips to your fingertips. As if it were no longer a living finger, the surface was pale and covered with corpses, and there was a rotten smell ...

Putting down his hand, Lin Xin gasped.

"Illusion, obviously strengthened ..."

He felt a little breathless. A deep crack appeared in the palm of the left hand, as if it was a sword injury.

Gently lifted up the clothes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He just realized that he didn't know when he had a cyan palm in the middle of his chest.

"It's impossible. I am practicing ascension. How can illusions also follow ascension?"

With his hands on the platform, his chest was undulating.

"And this palm print is absolutely impossible for an illusion to form. So speaking of the team, there is only one possibility. What I encountered in the illusion is probably not just an illusion ..."

He has always said that hallucinations are purely illusory, but the signs at this time show that this is not just a simple hallucination ...

"What caused the hallucinations to become stronger?" He put on his clothes, and slowly checked his condition with luck.

Kill? Or something else?

He carefully recalled the difference between the recent period and the past. My heart seems to have realized. (To be continued.)

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