Eternal life?

Liu Cun Yue felt quite sarcastic, and gently turned her red lips and spit out a crisp sound: "The immortality is not the immortality of you alone. Even if you are determined, it is difficult to get it with all your strength, let alone this immortality is unlikely to be disturbed by anyone."

Her words were plausible, and it made Bai Tianhe's heart sniffle and tense: "Liu Cunyue's talented god can control the prediction, but he still admires it very much, and has the ability to predict the future."

But immortality is right in front of you. Is there any mistake? The Shenjing is so powerful that nine days are in the sky! He felt that he must be too suspicious. At this moment, the Shenjing was already snatched up by Long Qing'er: "Changsheng, all of you will fall into my hands, all your dreams are gone."

"Thorn!"

However, her expression changed violently, as if she was avoiding snakes and scorpions. She hurriedly swung her palms, but she saw the well water turning into a burning sky fire. The black purple of destruction was revealed in the red, gathering into the image of the four-sided god.

There are joy, bitterness, evilness, sacredness, and thousands of pilgrimage images. There are thousands of flowers sitting on the picture, with various postures and extraordinary exquisiteness, but there are four terrifying forces that gather into a destruction force.

This momentum destroys the sky, the sky collapses! This momentum destroys the earth, the earth is broken! Long Qing'er's whole body was wrapped in flames. The fire spreads along her skin and spreads in all directions, shocking everyone who rushed towards her, quickly turned around and retreated, but was quickly dragged into the flames that were expanding like clouds.

An illusory martial arts palace was blown up, and the couplet of immortality turned into a side knife in people's eyes. They pulled up the hilt of the knife ruthlessly, revealing a bright sword light towards everyone.

They could not imagine that the moment before was the immortal realm, but in a blink of an eye it turned into a forest hell.

Retreat!                                                                                                                             

He felt a little confused, and seemed to understand why Liu Cun Yue said that this immortality was not controlled by anyone. If this immortality was killing, no one could get blessings here.

Because this so-called fate of immortal gift is death.

Liu Cun Yue stood on the ground, welcomed the burning of hellfire, but she was still calm and calm as snow: "You know indeed."

"Dad, that realm of immortality is very dangerous. How do you know that it is so magical."

A crisp female voice rang in the open space, and Xin'er ran back with a bouquet of blooming flowers.

In the Shenling Mausoleum, there is a secluded place with scattered rocks arching over the fire. Under the elm tree is the shadow of Taoist man standing, which is Xiao Nan who is practicing with his eyes closed.

"Three Hundred and Ninety-Seven Emperor Refining Realm!"

When Youyou opened her eyes, the imperial aura on her body became stronger again, making him bathed in a layer of holy golden light, like a dustless gem.

This dustless momentum, as he stood up, turned into a very sharp momentum, shook a large piece of stone, rolled into broken dust, and the fog was vast, and it was shining by the sun, like a halo of gods.

Above his head was the nineteenth level of imperial tower, and blood was radiating, layer after layer of aurora, until the fifteenth level, it gathered at the extremely terrifying star element into its top.

This power comes from the creation when the Imperial Tower is opened. Each Imperial Tower can open the power of creation to help him open up unknown places and refine the realm.

The Imperial Prison is the 14th level, and the fifteenth level is the beginning of the blood of all demons before the Yuhuang Fairyland. After a series of battles with the God of Hell, the color absorbs the blood of all demons.

The young man's imperial refining realm was once again improved under this force, with 398 refining, 399 refining, and 400 refining. In Wen Xiner's beautiful eyes, the sound of a bean bursting sound was reached to the realm of thousands of refining.

Thousands of refining! This step seemed to encounter a bottleneck. The body of the emperor refining made a loud noise, and the light of magic patterns continued to burst out. What's even more mysterious is that it actually led the Nine Heavens thunder, and formed a group of thunder vortexes on the top of the sky to lock Xiao Nan.

This is the response of the Destiny Wheel! The realm of the Emperor Dao has only been the ultimate in hundreds of refining since ancient times. There are very few people who have surpassed the hundreds of refinings. But when they reach the thousand refinings of the Emperor, there is no one in thousands! Xiao Nan, reaching this martial arts realm, has really mastered the fortune, touched the taboos of heaven and earth, and has a thunder tribulation that will shake the heart of the Shenling, and immediately reflected the shadow of the seven tombs.

No matter where the Qiling is located, the figures seem to be separated from the world and climb into the clouds and clouds, and see the image of Xiao Nan responding to the disaster in the mirror.

"Xiao Nan!"

Too many people entered the tomb, not just Zixu warriors.

It seems that there are entrances to the Eastern Wilderness Martial Realm, including Hong Shang, the pride girl of the Ten Thousand Demon Martial Realm who is connected with him.

Her beautiful eyes looked at the young man under the heavenly tribulation, and her heart was undulating, and she couldn't calm down: "It's him, it's him, it's been a long time since the Wan Yao Martial Realm, the person who gave me good fortune, and the one who ordered me to be a servant!"

"I actually met again!"

"What kind of person are you?"

If you don’t know good and evil, or good and evil, you can only judge that his talent is beautiful and beautiful, and can lead to heavenly disasters when you hit the imperial realm. Such a person may be really qualified to be a servant.

Beside her, there were several people in extraordinary clothes, including the existence of Beiming Mountain and the true disciples of the Xiaodeng Temple lineage. The aura was strong, like the little sun, and it was not an exaggeration to gather together and the stars were brilliant.

At this moment, looking at this senior sister who had always been calm and composed, she could calmly discuss the truth in front of countless aristocratic masters in the Wan Yao Martial Arts World, not shocked by ordinary things, but was actually lost in the mind of the man in that heavenly disaster.

The bright snow-clear clothes danced in the wind, which also led their young hearts to the extreme, and their eyes were swung to the extreme: "Is it him the one whom the senior sister is thinking about?"

The red dress is charming and colorful, and it is the peerless pearl of the world of demon martial arts. I don’t know how many people are rushing to it. However, since the return of the demon soul world, I have often lost my mind in front of the small lamp temple.

Over time, the descendants of Xiaodeng Temple also knew that Hongshang had a mountain-like person in his heart, and was also very curious about what kind of hero the god would make the goddess lose her soul.

Among them, only the people from Beiming Mountain looked displeased. One of them was wearing a holy golden crown, with a breath hidden in the imperial realm, and behind him the shadows of the qilin were the most unkind: "This person is affected by the cause and effect of the Beiming family."

"Um?"

Hong Shang looked shocked, her beautiful eyes were slightly heavy, and she had a little more cautiousness. Then she heard him sneer: "Can it be him, who killed my little saint dragon from the Beiming family, Wu Chang of the Beiming family?"

"If there is no evidence, Hong Shang dares not say much, let alone he is in the horn of the East Wilderness, and my Ten Thousand Demon Martial Realm is the center of the East Wilderness, and across the sea and the ends of the earth, how can he have any connection with the Beiming family?"

Her attitude was indifferent, and according to facts, she was neither humble nor arrogant: "Hongshang believed that there was someone else who killed Haiwu Chang's junior brother."

"Sir Wu Zhen also asks you to make a clear understanding."

The people in the Little Ding Temple held their breath and concentrated their minds. They did not belong to the lineage of Master Hongshang, but after the Hongshang Ten Thousand Demon Soul Realm returned to the Beiming family after being suspicious of the Beiming family, the Little Ding Temple was shaking and then obeyed the Master's order to return to the Little Ding Temple.

The Xiaodeng Temple was actually a Taoist tradition created by their master, Master Deng, and their lineage actually came from the same source as the Xiaodeng Temple, but it was only because of some misunderstandings that had been split for hundreds of years.
Chapter completed!