"Why is this happening? It will take hundreds of years. I am going to repair it day and night, but I can’t kill these cancers. What is the use of cultivation?"

Zhao Wuji’s long days of sorrow and anger and grief, the sticky things on his body, are all covering the temperament of Tianjiao, and there is a sense of sadness that cannot be said.

"Escaped again, every time we are ready to do everything, but I will always be escaped by this demon, my God, my heart is uncomfortable."

"In order to make the devil pay the price, I wasted a good old age. Now I am already a hundred years old, but I have not yet had a partner. Now I am inflicted on this pure and snowy body by this poisonous thing. This will let me in the future. How is it?"

"Not living."

"Who will dare to approach me in the future."

Hey!

In an instant, countless days of arrogance and vomiting blood, my heart trembled, and the roots of the cultivation continued to collapse, as if I had to self-solve at any time, and then I entered the reincarnation and never turned over.

Cultivation into these realms, every day arrogant as a rock, unbreakable, but now because of Wang Xiaoming's pit damage, these generations of arrogance, blood and blood, the realm is unstable.

For these strong people, this situation is absolutely impossible.

Every Tianjiao, though like Tianzhu, can survive a lifetime of life, even in the case of nine deaths, and has long tempered his mind to the point of being invincible.

But this kind of situation, which has been caused by Wang Xiaoming today, is caused by the hatred that has accumulated over the past few decades, even a hundred years.

The heart is so resentful to a person, but for decades, not only did not kill each other, but also suffered setbacks every time, which is so sad for the Tianjiao.

Especially this time, what is the ultimate rice field, it is to destroy their last line of defense.

"The devil, Wang Xiaoming, I hate you."

"What is the use of this repair, can not kill Wang Xiaoming, what face."

"Now this time, I am afraid I will become a joke in the whole Xuanhuang world. I would rather die. I don't want to be jokes."

"The body is dead, no regrets."

"Teacher brothers, I have taken a step forward. I have had enough of these 30 years and every failure."

"You guys go first, we follow."

....

Lin Fan looked at this scene and was completely dumbfounded. Is it necessary to look like this? It’s not a few failures, it’s necessary to be so sad.

If all of this is committed suicide, all this effort is not in vain.

"Oh, it seems that because of my own reasons, Wang Xiaoming has a relationship with himself. This is a qi, and even if these arrogances are the sons of fate, they are not Wang Xiaoming."

Originally, in Lin Fan’s view, so many sons of Tianjiao are united, even if Wang Xiaoming has his own air transport bonus, he will not be beaten, but he did not expect that every time he escaped, he could still be the son of these arrogant Causes scars in my heart.

And this scar is not unusual, it is directly human life.

At this moment, Lin Fan feels that it is time for him to come out. If he does not come out again, these sons of Tianjiao may be really abolished.

These arrogant sons are grieved, and they have raised their swords at any time, ready to give themselves a knife, a voice came.

"cough!"

This voice sounded like the Hongzhong Dalu, and the hearts of many celestial treaches of the earthquake trembled. The gray clouds in my heart suddenly disappeared. A bright abyss broke through the endless light, illuminating their hearts.

"You are all saintly sacred, and your mind is in the middle of nothing. Now it is just a small setback. How can you have death?"

Lin Fan slowly walked out of the void, shining behind him, a vast atmosphere shrouded the world, so that everyone has the idea of ​​admiration.

"who are you?"

Many Tianjiao looked up and looked at Lin Fan suspiciously. They didn't know who this person was.

When Lin Fan just wanted to make an identity casually, suddenly, between the days of arrogance, some people were stunned.

"This is Lin Shizu."

Lin Fan was shocked, but he did not expect that a disciple would recognize himself, but Lin Fan would be relieved to think of the statue of Shengzong.

The sacrifice of the heavenly spirit is exactly the same as that of oneself. As long as you look at it a few times, you can basically remember it, not to mention that these days of arrogance have been seen for decades.

Other Tianjiao disciples were shocked one by one.

"What? Is Lin Shizu already flying up the upper bound? How could it be in the Xuanhuangjie."

"It can't be wrong, this is Lin Shizu."

"This temperament, this appearance, this breath, absolutely, can't be wrong."

Oh!

Subsequently, the sound of the vast sound, all the heavenly arrogance bowed to the ground.

"Participate in Lin Shizu."

For Lin Fan, they are very familiar. After entering the Holy Family, no matter what is going on, they can hear the stories told by the older generation.

The disciples of the entire saints have thrived under the guidance of Lin Fan. Among the Jiufeng, Dan Dingfeng was killed by Lin Fan.

Some of these Tianjiao disciples need some medicinal herbs for cultivation. Naturally, they have to go to Dan Dingfeng to find remedies, so they will listen more.

However, they know that Lin Shizu opened the barrier a hundred years ago and flew to the ancient sanctuary.

Therefore, sitting firmly, the first person in Xuanhuangjie.

"Get up."

Now that it has been exposed, Lin Fan has changed naturally, and an elder style has been released.

"You said that you are all this. Isn't it a small setback? It is necessary to die like this, and how to pursue a higher and eternal road in the future."

Lin Fan said.

"Hey... I also ask the ancestors to be the masters. This mixed king Wang Xiaoming is really abominable, oppressing us for a hundred years. I thought it was a martial art. I was able to be ashamed of the snow, but I didn’t expect it to fail. Now it’s even more contaminated. People have no face to face."

"This smell, who will dare to approach us in the future, we still hope to fight with the mixed king."

....

Looking at the appearance of these arrogant disciples, Lin Fan was upset.

This also blames myself, the difficulty is adjusted too high.

For these sons of Tianjiao, this Wang Xiaoming is the difficulty of the abyss.

Although it has been being pursued, it is really sad that in the process of killing, it takes a little effort to let these Tianjiao almost disappear.

"I also asked the ancestors to shoot, to suppress this mixed king, and also the Xuanhuangjie Lang Lang."

At this moment, many Tianjiao disciples requested that for them, this Wang Xiaoming could really do it, and he was almost driven crazy by the other party.

If Lin Shizu takes the shot, it is naturally very simple.

"This mixed king, I already know that suppressing him is just a matter of turning over the hand, but that is the case, the master can not shoot, because he is a hindrance in your martial arts, you only have to kill it by hand, you can prove The road to eternal life has never been able to stop.

Lin Fan said.

"But we have been fighting with him for a hundred years and have not taken advantage of it. What is the future?"

The hearts of the people are uncomfortable, and Wang Xiaoming has gradually become helpless.

Lin Fan looked at the sons of these arrogant, one by one, and the eggs were broken. For a while, the eggs were broken. If this continues, how can this be played in the future?

To cultivate the Xuanhuangjie by yourself, it is hoped that the top-ranking strongmen will be cultivated. At that time, it will have greater confidence in confronting the ancient sacred world.

Seeing success, but now they have lost their fighting spirit, which is not very good.