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"The brand-new satin surface is most favored by the dignitaries in the inner city..."

"Spring ancestor worship, incense candle cloud treasure set, five wen, only five wen~"

"Cook cakes just out of the oven~"

The big sun is in the sky, swaying endless rays of light, and the green grass and trees on the boundless earth are vigorously rising from the ground, filling the world.

As the winter passed, the Blue Mountain City seemed to have regained its former prosperity, and the chaos of the previous war was nowhere to be seen.

hum~

Amidst the mist, a young man in black robe made a move, and a bronze-colored compass swirled and landed in his hand.

After sensing a little, the young man frowned, looked at the middle-aged man in plain yellow clothes not far away, carrying a long knife, and said coldly:

"Lin Baimei, with your ability to Pingbolou, you haven't found the slightest trace?"

Looking back from the city, Lin Baimei shook his head slightly: "In the past few months, many disciples in my sect have come out, almost all over the Anning Mansion, and it is true that they have never found the whereabouts of Lin Zhenfu."

"It's weird."

The black-robed youth frowned slightly, and there was a look of surprise in his cold eyes.

Although the Anning Mansion is huge, it is only relative to ordinary people.

For a cultivator like him who has traveled thousands of miles, it only takes a few days to straddle things. In a few months, he has walked back and forth to An Ning Mansion ten times.

Didn't find any clues...

He muttered to himself slightly, but his eyes fell on Lin Baimei:

"Junior Brother Lin has three great supernatural powers in his body, and in the An Ning Mansion, who can make him disappear silently?"

An Ning Mansion has such strength, but not many...

That gang of murderers, in the final analysis, are only small sects that are not in the mainstream. If they are really powerful, why should they deliberately avoid government-level sects like Pingbo Tower and Qunxingmen?

"Wang Xuangan, do you doubt us? There are also several commanders of the Zhencheng Army who disappeared together!"

Lin Baimei's face suddenly sank.

"Of course you don't have this ability... eh?!"

The black-robed young man's face was cold, and he was about to say something when the compass in his palm suddenly radiated light, and the scattered golden light burst into an illusory light curtain in front of his eyes.

"Huh? Is there someone from the Jingye Sizhong nearby? Is it Junior Brother Lin?"

The young man just opened his mouth, and there were bursts of gold and iron symphony and hurried calls for help from the light curtain:

"Someone attacked and killed, everyone in my Jingye Sizhong, hear the news and come to help quickly!"

The voice was anxious and more hoarse, as if the voice was exhausted, and it seemed as if the lamp had run out of oil.

"Ask for help?!"

The black-robed youth's face sank, and before he had time to speak, his figure had turned into a streamer and disappeared over Blue Mountain City.

The speed was so fast that Lin Baimei's heart skipped a beat.

"Anyone from the Jingye Sizhong was attacked here?"

Lin Bai's brows furrowed, and he immediately thought of the gang of murderers who ran away to destroy the door. They followed behind the black-robed youth and turned into a streamer and chased away.

"Ok?"

The air was rolling, Lin Baimei thought in his heart, and after a moment of slowness, just after thousands of miles, his heart suddenly jumped wildly.

Staring at it, I saw that above the sky in the distance, the divine light exploded, and the turbulent air slapped in all directions, like waves.

And what followed was a terrifying magical power that collided with the tide of light, one level stronger than the other, destroying all visible and intangible things.

Thousands of miles away, there are unexpectedly strong winds like knives coming, and the ground is even more messy, and the ravines torn by the air waves are shocking.

"Master!"

Lin Baimei was startled, he drew his knife with his backhand to cut through the raging wind, stepped out in one step, has already crossed thousands of miles, and flashed in a few steps.

I have already seen the feeling of Wang Xuan who is entangled with the invisible person in the sky.

"It's that group again!"

Lin Baimei saw at a glance that this person had the same path as the person he chased and killed before.

And compared to the previous person, his cultivation base seems to be stronger, that Wang Xuangan has condensed into three supernatural powers, and his strength is even higher than himself. At this time, he seems to be at a disadvantage.

"Come down."

He was about to help when he heard a sigh from the ground.

He pressed his heart throbbing, stared down, and saw a chariot parked alone among the blood-stained ruins.

A corpse that was cut in two was thrown into the field.

"A Confucian person?"

When Lin Baimei thought about it, he landed in front of the carriage, and after only one glance, his brows furrowed deeply.

In this carriage, there was an old man with ruddy face and clear eyes, who was sitting with his hair all white.

Although it is in the battlefield, it is very quiet and quiet.

After just one look, Lin Baimei's mind suddenly calmed down, as if an invisible force had wiped out the messy thoughts in his heart.

"This is the Confucian holy way?"

He was startled.

Confucianism is divided into "sage" and "king".

The holy way exists in the imperial court, among which the great Confucianism is either for the sake of sacrifice, or for the three princes, mainly to govern the country and educate, and rarely do it with others.

But its strength is far superior to the lineage of the 'king'.

"If the old man doesn't die today, he will go to the nether world to bring you back to the sun."

The old Confucian glanced at the corpse with a calm expression, and the mud rolled and buried it under it.

Then, his clear eyes just fell on Lin Baimei: "The boy in Pingbolou, pull the cart for the old man to protect the law!"

"Ok?"

Lin Baimei was taken aback by the old Confucian's attitude, and wanted to ask something, but the old Confucian lowered his eyes and covered his eyes:

"The man in the air is not a threat. At this moment, there is a great monk chasing after him."

"What? Master Jindan?!"

Lin Baimei was shocked, and his complexion suddenly changed.

Only those who are above the seventh rank of Jindan can be called a great cultivator.

There are three steps in the practice of the world, one step is ordinary, and there are six realms, which are nourishing qi, receiving urinals, natal life, warming and nourishing, entering the Tao, and condensing elixir.

The second step is to be extraordinary, a total of nine turns of Jindan.

After condensing the elixir, anyone who becomes a magical power can be called a golden elixir.

A supernatural power reaches its peak, and it is refined into another derived supernatural power, which is the second turn of Jindan.

This supernatural power is not practiced at will. They must have mutual growth and mutual restraint. The two are unified, not only before the monks’ magical powers will be multiplied several times.

The power of supernatural power is ten times that of the former.

And after a few turns, it is layered upon layers, and finally the nine great magical powers are unified, and the Jindan nine turns, the power of its magical powers has reached an earth-shattering level!

A three-turn golden elixir like him can walk thousands of miles and move mountains, and a nine-turn golden elixir cultivator can already pick stars every month!

The states of the Northwest, and even the masters of all the states in the world, can only cultivate like this!

how come?

call!

What else did he want to say, the old Confucian in the chariot has slowly closed his eyes, and his breath has fallen to the bottom of the valley, like falling into deep meditation.

Just leave a light sentence, and go west to survive.

"This...to the west..."

After a slight hesitation, Lin Baimei gritted his teeth, went up to pick up the reins, put it on his shoulders and arms, stepped on it, and pulled up the car.

Soar into the sky and head west!

"Want to run?!"

The moment the chariot flew into the air, the person who was fighting with Wang Xuangan in the sky burst into a violent shout, and even did not hesitate to take a magical power from Wang Xuangan.

At the same time as he coughed up blood and screamed, the divine light all over his body soared, intertwined with each other and turned into a long ge, pulling out bright rays of light.

Pierced through the void, and chased after the chariot.

"court death!"

Seeing that this person was still in the middle of his own fight and wanted to chase down the carriage, Wang Xuan felt furious in his heart, and at the same time he spoke angrily, another magical power burst out.

The divine light entangles and transforms, turning into six real-like red-gold dragons, and like a whip, it lashes at the mysterious man surrounded by divine light!

"Red Flame Six Dragon Whip?!"

The mysterious man was startled when he saw it, and even if he was unwilling, he could only fight back.

It's just that the long ge that runs through the numerous voids seems to have life, spanning thousands of miles, its speed is extremely fast, and it is already catching up with the chariot.

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Lin Baimei's expression was solemn, and he pulled the chariot to move vertically and horizontally in the sky, but he still couldn't get rid of the long Ge's pursuit.

He had to grit his teeth and fight back.

I saw him pulling the reins in one hand and holding the long sword behind him in the other, and the mana all over his body was boiling and drumming, until the long ge roared less than ten miles away.

Just cut out!

zheng~~~

The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold air burst out.

In an instant, the boundless cold light has turned into a ferocious and roaring cold dragon, facing the long Ge that came through the void.

boom!

Shake the earth!

The collision in the distance, without the mutual unloading, all the magical powers erupted in the void.

In an instant, a gust of wind came to the ground.

Under the horizontal push of strong absolute pressure, the air waves and winds spread layer by layer, blowing thousands of miles in the countless thunderous sounds of air explosions.

Blue Mountain City, thousands of miles away, was shocked by this collision, and many people in the city were almost jumped up by the shock.

Everyone looked up in amazement and saw the sky like the sea, and all of them were fighting for a while.

Almost at the same time, they screamed and fled towards the surrounding houses!

"Huh? This, this?"

Having changed his name, Qiao Qi'er, whose name is Moke, was also surprised. He stepped onto the tower and stared into the distance in the sky.

Vaguely, only a few extremely terrifying auras swept across at an even more terrifying speed.

......

Huhu~

Among the mountains and ravines, the vegetation is green, and the vitality of the recovery of all things is more vivid in the mountains and forests.

On the top of a mountain, An Qisheng sits cross-legged in meditation, his breath is ethereal, as if it exists, but it doesn't exist.

On the mountain ten miles away, Gong Yangyan was leading the big donkey, with a serious expression, ready to fight.

Farther away, between the mountains, the wood city is in full swing, it seems to be expanding, and it seems to be starting to build the city in the true sense.

call!

Suck!

An Qisheng sat quietly on the top of the mountain~lightnovelpub.net~ with a calm expression, and between his nose and mouth, invisible air currents swirled in and out.

This is no longer air flow.

But a real genius!

"It's about to start, it's about to start..."

Seeing one after another spiritual machine being swallowed into the body, Sanxin Lan Lingtong couldn't help holding his breath and was extremely nervous.

It wants to know what kind of practice the 'first serve, then cut' said by Mr. Monster.

How amazing is the method of 'cutting three corpses' that makes me feel a little bit moved, so that Mr. Monster can use the method of 'Wizard' of the Wushen Realm as an alternative.

call!

Between heaven and earth, there seems to be a wind.