Daoren Lin sighed, a little sad.

Looking at Yun Ni at this moment, he couldn't help but think of his teacher, if that was...

"If you and I lose, the outcome will never be better than him."

Prison Yang is very calm.

His hands were covered in blood. He was never a good person, and he would not have any sympathy for his enemies.

If there is no Taoist in the Truth Word, the rest of the book of life and death, there is no need for the old demon of the Black Mountain. The clouds of more than two years ago, Nie Longtianzu could chase him to the point where he had no way to go to the earth.

"There is nothing to say about success, success, defeat, and defeat of the enemy."

Daoren Lin is not a kind-hearted person. He pressed himself when he flashed his mind and said:

"The change of God's species has been rare since ancient times. They have bought it with all the earth and sky. How do you feel now?"

He was a little curious.

After taking one step, the world was very different. After being promoted to the Martial Saint, he had no idea how much he improved, but at this moment he looked at Yang Yu, he actually noticed a trace of danger.

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say..."

When talking about Qingtian, Yang Yu's expression was subtle.

The change of the gods will not be transferred together with the practice. Their gains are of the first level, but they can shake the earth together, and the power of the superposition of the two will be much greater than before.

It is actually hard to say how he has improved, but at this moment, maybe he can touch Dao Ren Lin?

When his mind moved, Yang Yu couldn't help but feel a little moved:

"Try your hands?"

...

...

Summer goes and autumn comes, and another year of winter comes.

This winter, it was a little colder outside the border, so cold that neither side could take action anymore. The offensive and defensive battle that lasted for more than a year came to an end for the time being.

Huh ~

The fierce cold wind blew across the sky, and the heavy snow spread all over the earth. Wherever you see, there was a vast white area, everything was solemn and slaying, life and death were hidden.

At this moment, the sky was just dawn, and it was the coldest time of the day, but outside Longyuan City was crowded with people.

The heads of the Longyuan Palace and the Daoya, the Jinyiwei, the Six Gates, the garrison generals and corpses, all officials, and the gentry...

Almost the upper floors of Longyuan Dao City came out for twenty or thirty miles and waited in the cold wind for two hours.

During this period, Zhang Wen'an coughed repeatedly, feeling a little nervous and bored, but when he saw his sister-in-law standing in front with an expressionless face, he had to wait patiently.

It was not until around noon that the crowd suddenly became turbulent.

The crowd looked up and saw a spectacular scene. More than ten thousand flying eagles came across, like dark clouds covering the sky.

In the middle, thousands of powerful men held up a UV inner gold with the power of holding up a tripod. From a distance, they were also very rich and powerful.

"Long live my emperor!"

When the flying eagle slowly descended, the sound of mountains and thunder was like tsunamis, it had already rushed to the sky from afar.

Wearing a Taoist robe, Emperor Qianheng looked up at the railing, letting the cold wind blow, and the boredom that had been traveling for many days, he went a little bit.

"The wind blows..."

He looked into the distance and felt that the world was the same color and the scenery was extremely beautiful. He wanted to write a poem, but was disturbed by the sound of the tsunami of the mountains and the sea, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Chapter completed!