One same vein, two heaven and earth, Thirteen Lang enlightened and prepared to return, Thirteen Lang was still struggling on the edge of life and death, and he was getting closer and closer to the side of death.

The yin and yang patterns that move with him become clearer and clearer, the lines are profound, and the dark energy is like a tide pouring in, and then dissolving, the result is that the surrounding pressure is obviously on the face of the thirteen langs, the fierce expression calms down and returns to tranquility, and the knife momentum also slows down, and the movements are slow, and even begin to lose shape.

Addicted to Taoism, addicted to Taoism, how many people forget the sky and where they are because of the view.

Blessings and misfortunes depend, misfortunes and blessings come, blessings and misfortunes are accompanied, and the wonderful trap that the cultivators must and will inevitably experience befalls on the head of Shisanlang at this moment.

Behind them, three golden mosquitoes stared at the fierce human being, ready to attack.

They were more alert, more cunning, more observant, and the scene that had warned them that this terrifying human had an incredible body, terrifying fire, invincible wind and thunder, and a great power that even gods and demons would envy. Instead of being able to drink the elixir, the companion who had succeeded in the sneak attack was lifted on one knee in the chest, and the whole thing turned into a ball of meat sauce.

Circling behind him, the Golden Mosquito cautiously followed Shisanlang, coldly watching his every move, witnessing it kill thousands of its kind, slowly precipitating hatred and greed.

That person will get tired.

He's tired.

Tiredness will make him reveal flaws, it will dull his reflexes, and it will make his strength slowly decrease.

You have to wait, but you can't wait until the end, the demon mosquitoes that are sucked into the body by the demon have equal status, and the chances of life and death are also equal. The three golden mosquitoes became more and more cautious, each covering their breath with the aura that was everywhere. The figures are hidden in countless groups of peers, joining forces with each other, and at the same time wary of each other.

That human being is so powerful, his blood must be different from others, if he can grab more, he must be able to make himself stronger. If you look farther ahead, who says you can't counter the demons?

The meaning of depravity, everything is reversed, the demon absorbs hundreds of millions of demon mosquitoes, and the demon mosquito can also control the demon of the underworld, of course, no one blames anyone.

The opportunity is coming, the opportunity has arrived!

His heart was slightly hot, and the demon's body suddenly froze. The tumbling suddenly changed to reverse, and the ensuing human was visibly stunned, and his actions froze.

The three demon mosquitoes looked at each other, and they all hissed in unison, and then they swept and pounced like arrows from the Xuan.

At the same time, Thirteen Lang also felt a slight heat in his heart, and realized where it came from in the chaos. I couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and my expression was slightly confused.

"How so?"

The next moment. The slight heat turned into a hot one, and it was not only his heart that was hot, but also his spiritual platform and body; correspondingly, Thirteen Lang's eyes suddenly sharpened at the same time, and he raised his head in a loud voice, throwing his knife and howling.

"Life and death. Yin-Yang Bridge, broken!"

"Roar!"

The Four Great Demon Venerables appeared at this time, and the four big mouths devoured the eight directions, and the King of the Fallen Spirits appeared in the body of the fallen spirits, his fiery red eyes slaughtering to the sky, just in line with the golden mosquito.

"Kill!"

The altar is pointy. More like the top of a small tower. The body of the tower is buried deep underground, and the exposed part is pointed at the top and round at the bottom, and there is an arc that completely touches the ground, a bit like a round ball.

The spirit poked its head out of the ground and looked behind him. In the sight, the demons roared and rolled, countless demon cultivators died in wailing, and the living people fled in all directions, the death was miserable, the life was embarrassed, and the hellish scene was.

Lingji looked at it silently for a while, sighed softly, and shook his head.

He stood up, patting the non-existent dust of his shirt and slowly puffing up his chest.

The action of holding up his chest is similar to the time it takes to blink an eye, and in a moment, the temperament of the disciple of the Mountain Monarch has changed greatly; his eyes are clear, his demeanor is serene, and his whole body is full of the elegance of seeing through the vicissitudes of life.

Buried with emotion, the spirit walked to the altar step by step, and his demeanor was calm, as if he had returned to his home after a leisurely swim.

His steps have a certain rhythm, he does not walk in a straight line, his eyes wander on the uncharacteristic ground, and his feet are accompanied by the sound of a drum.

At the same time, the spiritual energy slowly grew old, and the breath slowly became stronger, powerful but restrained, like a ball that is constantly inflating but its volume does not change.

With the sound of drums, the pointed altar was like a puppy that heard the call of its master, and it began to slowly raise its head from the ground, revealing part of its true face.

Thirteen oblique tiles, thirteen square formations, thirteen green snake strange beasts are locked in front of each other, the tail is curved into a hook, and there is a groove in front.

The Void Altar faintly heard the thunder, the runes on the array flickered, and the golden hook began to glow.

The spirit seemed to have been expected, stepped on the seven stars calmly, stepped forward calmly, checked it slightly, bent over, raised his hand, stroked the golden hook, and sighed again.

"You, you, why are you so untamable?"

Pet stubborn, don't understand the owner's mind, the voice of the spirit is this taste, gentle and gentle, revealing a little helpless, more confident.

The golden hook was silent and didn't know how to respond, smiled self-deprecatingly, his face full of vicissitudes revealed a little relief, and he took out four iron chains from his arms and groaned slightly.

"You and I will be one of them, why struggle, why make mistakes, why make the old man sad. ”

The four chains are dark and heavy, and at first glance they are indistinguishable from what Thirteen Lang obtained, but in fact they are more transparent.

Will the chain be transparent?

Yes.

If you pay attention to it, you will see thousands of faces alternately, tens of thousands of worlds ascending and changing, thousands of annual rings slowly circulating, and thousands of divine lights falling from the sky, turning the worlds into nothingness.

The divine light fell, the spiritual body trembled slightly, the calm and calm face twitched slightly, and a trace of horror appeared in the eyes.

"Born to live, it is difficult to avoid it, it is not easy. ”

After a pause, Lingji nodded vigorously and said seriously: "It's not easy. ”

With that, he hung an iron chain with a golden hook, pressed it into the groove, pressed it flat, and deliberately clenched his fist and smashed it a few times.

Ordinary movements, without the slightest real power, the spirit of the four iron chains was placed, and his face was forty years old.

It is already old, and if it adds forty vicissitudes, the spirit is about to be invisible, and the texture is no longer describable by relaxation, as if there is a layer of skin hanging directly on the skeleton.

"It's old, it's old. ”

Old and tired, like ordinary old people, he sighed that the years were ruthless. The words that come out are enough to shock the world.

"This place, how can 10,000 years be so long. ”

After that, the spirit remembered that the matter was not finished yet, and quickly gathered his mind. Lowering his head, he looked at the four pieces of the formation that had been pressed and chained, and was silent for a moment. Slightly hesitant.

"Get along, the old man should fulfill your wish, but your fortune is not enough, even if you go around trying to make a difference, I'm afraid it's just in vain, you have done so much for this Fa thing, the old man should do his best, so as not to be laughed at. ”

Take a few breaths and gaze. Lingji raised his hand again, stretched out his fingers into a sword, and wrote on the four iron chains.

A chain and a word, the words are like prints, and the words are like knives.

King, Heaven, Heaven!

Four-character book. The spirit is full of flesh and blood, and the hair is falling out. The skin cracked, and when the wind blew, it dispersed.

After the four-character book, four thunders sounded in the underworld, and the demon seemed to have been slashed four times in a row, and his body was divided into five points.

"Roar!"

A long howl. Thirteen Lang's body rose to the sky like a big peng, and he didn't have time to clean up the golden mouthparts that pierced deep into the flesh, and his eyes turned to the altar.

He held three iron chains in his hands, as if he had been forged by fire, and his whole body was as red as a golden dragon.

The three golden dragons roared and struggled. Thirteen Lang held it tightly and didn't let it go, and at the same time saw the altar and the inspiration, and his expression hesitated slightly.

"You're the Nine Lands?"

"I am. ”

Communicating silently, Thirteen Lang knew who the inspiration was, and he was even more puzzled.

Because of the words before the eight sons entered the summit, Shisanlang thought about who the nine places were countless times, and he also thought of the inspiration in his heart.

There are three reasons for this. First, Shisanlang was originally a person who did not believe in immortals and Buddhas, and even though he went to the path of cultivation, he still did not believe that anyone could count the world without leaving home. Second, he is good at the land, and he is the only person who can escape the land that Thirteen Lang has heard. Third, Mr. Big is unwilling to enslave and hide Ziyun, and the mountain monarch may not see him, but he can guess.

In the whole world, there are not many places that are qualified to avoid the sight of the Mountain Monarch, counting the Sunset Tower, the Heaven-Breaking Temple, the Dao Alliance Taoist Academy, and the Immortal Spirit Palace, etc.;

The one who is capable of doing this is none other than a son.

As for covering up his identity, whether he has been noticed by Jian Zun and the old dean, whether he can save his life if he finds it, etc., Thirteen Lang believes that he must have his own way, otherwise, how can he be worthy of the identity of a son.

Guess and guess, it's really confirmed, and Thirteen Lang can't believe it.

The spirit is too old, too strong, and of course weak. He was like an elephant with all his strength, watching a group of immature children wielding knives and guns in front of him, smiling, admiring, gratifying, and mocking.

"A soul from outside the sky, the old man is not your enemy. ”

The spirit saw Thirteen Lang's doubts, and he didn't have time to explain, so he only picked out the most important words and said them.

"You're very good, very hard-working, very smart, very mysterious, well, the old man can't figure you out. ”

The voice sounded directly in Thirteen Lang's mind, unpleasant, but Thirteen Lang knew that even if he talked about dawn and the desolation of the earth, he would not delay anything.

Being on the battlefield, in different time and space, no one around is aware of it.

"The only thing the old man is sure of is that only you can stay out of the situation and have a chance to solve things that our old fellows can't solve. ”

Lingji sighed with emotion and said: "It's a pity, the old man can only accompany you here, and the next road depends on you to go by yourself." ”

Shisanlang sneered and responded: "My path has always been my own walking. ”

Lingji smiled mildly and said, "Young people are just big-tempered, just satisfy my old man once, what's the big deal?"

Jusanro didn't know what to say.

Lingji then said, "It's good to go by yourself." Only by walking by yourself can you not be cared for and not implicated, well, the important thing is not to fall and not be deceived. ”

After thinking about it, Lingji suddenly laughed and said, "You, you, obviously can't keep anything, just make yourself so much trouble, hurry up." ”

"Wait," Thirteen said hurriedly.

"What are you waiting for, you can't wait, you can't wait. ”

Lingji shook his head slightly, and his body slowly dissipated as if the ashes in the wind, leaving only a word of advice and a somewhat weird smile.

"The old man is gone, you must be careful, don't die halfway. ”

"You"

"Ahh

Screaming behind him, Thirteen Lang turned to look back at the battlefield, his expression changed drastically

(To be continued......)