Chapter 438: Goodbye Han Zilong

Early the next morning.
Lin Lang had already set off for the place where the tomb of Renxian was buried. Before leaving, Lin Lang deliberately left a bank card and a protective jade in the old hunter's house while passing by the village of Belok. Compensation.
The so-called tomb of the immortal is located on an ice field far north of Siberia, where there are few people and the temperature is already close to minus forty degrees. Not to mention humans, even the furry polar bears are reluctant to approach.
This is an extremely cold area in the north.
Even more rumored, Devil's Wind was born from here. Lin Lang moved along the ice field, and the trees around were no longer flourishing. Occasionally, there were one or two small forests, which were also frozen old trees. The outer surface was covered with frost and had not completely decayed.
Snow and ice fell all around, Lin Lang flew low above the world with only snow and ice and no life. After about half an hour, Lin Lang stood at a high altitude and looked down.
Eventually he chose to land on a low mountain.
This low mountain is only about ten meters high, and a cave has been dug out inside, and the hole is neat and smooth, as if it was blasted out by some kind of sharp weapon.
Lin Lang landed steadily. Then a hearty laughter rang: "Little brother Lin, it's been a long time."
In the cave, a man in a leather jacket was walking out, with a tough face and a stubble on his face, which seemed a bit shabby. He has a slender body, with the roots of a forearm the thickness of a tree, full of strength.
This person is Han Zilong, who hasn't seen Lin Lang for a long time, but has never broken contact. Just like him in the past, but at the moment I want to see that Han Zilong is not the powerful man two years ago, chased by a group of deadly river and lake leaders who chased down a few streets, but a real master of the realm.
In just two years, it seems that he has been an invincible peak master under one god's file, and is three points stronger than the dead Nozawa Sword God.
"I haven't seen you in a few years and you have become strong."
Lin Lang hammered Han Zilong's chest hard. Han Zilong's pectoral muscles suddenly bulged and left Lin Lang's fist to fall. Although it was a joke to say hello, Lin Lang also used a bit of real power, but Han Zilong always had a long breath and was not affected.
"You have reached the peak of transmigration. What a heavenly domineering body." Lin Lang praised him. In the past two years, he has traveled south and north, and it was only the late period of building the base that he killed from Huaxia to foreign countries. This Han Zilong practiced later than him. Peak Grand Master.
This practice speed is almost on a par with Lin Lang. The heavenly domineering body, the top five deities in the immortal physique list really deserves its name!
This speed of cultivation is a cultivation of wizards from the very first day of birth. And Dacheng's Cangba Ba body is comparable to the fairy king level.
"Would you like to have a fight? This deserted ice field is too boring." Han Zilong provoked the battle with interest.
Lin Lang is indispensable and stays with him to the end. Before long, a huge momentum seemed to replace Tianwei, and the momentum was like a rainbow, and it quietly converged at the moment of bloom. The cave collapsed and all the daily necessities were buried in snow and ice.
The results can be expected.
Han Zilong was quickly repaired.
"I served."
Han Zilong raised his hand and surrendered, crawling out of the ice cave, embarrassed, his face was bruised, and his body was dripping with ice water. Even if he is a sky-high tyrant, before he has developed his physical potential, he can fight beyond the ranks, but he must not break through the barriers of the realm as easily as Lin Lang.
At best, it can be defeated. Going all out can kill Nozawa Sword God and even stronger demigods. In the face of Lin Lang, who can be called Ban Shenjing, it is also common sense to have this defeat.
Rao's practice speed is so great. The two sat down again, and talked with each other. They each had their own opinions on cultivation. Lin Lang occasionally pointed out a few words, and Han Zilong Mao paused and lost his thoughts.
Soon, the two will set off.
In the sky in front of the two people, there are constantly breathtaking figures passing by, but the direction is not the direction of the tombs of the immortals.
"Where are they going?"
Lin Lang looked at Han Zilong with doubt.
Han Zilong looked at the direction of the crowd, thinking a little, then said: "They should be rushing to the direction of Bu Laoquan. We will also look over."
Bu Laoquan, one of the three singular places in the extreme north. It is said that Bu Laoquan is located deep in the ice field and originated from an unknown lake. The lake water has very amazing effects, life and death, and the effect of prolonging life.
It is said that nearby villagers had the honour to find the pristine lake that originated from Bu Laoquan, drank a few sips of pure lake water to return to the old, returned to the old, lost their health, and survived almost two hundred years before they died.
Of course, these are just legends spread in the far north, and the authenticity needs to be verified. But the only certainty is that Bu Lao Quan has similar effects.
Buluoquan is rumored to be an underground tributary of the unknown lake, mixed with the springs in the mountains, which is equivalent to being diluted many times. However, its effectiveness is still not to be underestimated. For the warrior, it is certain that he will recover from injuries and improve his cultivation.
"The three singular places in the far north are the Great Wilderness Palace, Bu Laoquan, and the other is the Holy Light Realm. All three are wonderful land of heaven and earth, and their reputation is far above the tombs of immortals. Only It's a pity that the three are hard to find, and the flood beasts on the periphery are even more fierce, and a divine land has fallen into them. "
"Unexpectedly this time, because of the many warriors attracted by the tomb of Renxian, by coincidence even Bu Laoquan was traced out."
The two flew in the air at a height of 100 meters, and occasionally several figures rushed past. On the one hand, Han Zilong described the legends of the extreme north, and on the other, he also told Lin Lang about the changes that occurred in the past two days.
The discovery of Bu Laoquan is also a matter of the past two days. A warrior was swept away by the devil, and was very lucky to land near Bu Laoquan. I wanted to take advantage of this creation while no one else swallowed it. promise.
Each of the heterogeneous wolves guarding Bu Laoquan is strong and stronger than the peak masters of human beings. Those non-heterogeneous wolves should not be underestimated, and each of them is nourished by the amazing Lao Quan to become warriors of the warrior.
In the battle of life and death, the warrior escaped hard and successfully brought the news of Bu Laoquan out. This time, the extraordinary people in the entire north were shaken by it, and countless martial arts rushed to the direction of Bu Laoquan.
After several battles, human beings not only failed to obtain the fruits of victory, but suffered heavy losses, and even the gods who thought that they had high self-esteem almost fell into it. It is estimated that this should be the third large-scale offensive of mankind.
The two of Lin Lang flew extremely fast, but after about half an hour, they landed steadily near a grassland. This place is very different from the snowfield scenery inherent in the extreme north, with forests, lush forests, dense greenery, and vitality.
This is probably the effect caused by Bu Laoquan.
Below, the perimeter of the jungle.
At this moment, all the powerful people have gathered, each with a long breath and a strong cultivation. They are all well-known great masters from all over the country, without a simple role.
The Master of Transmigration is a minimalist presence here.
The forefront leader even has two or three erect figures, divided into three directions of combat power, and alert each other. Powerful condensing, like a deep sea, is confronting wolves in the jungle.
Those three leaders are definitely capable of fighting Lin Lang. Surprisingly, they are all gods in the world. Lin Lang saw the old man Sun encountered in the duck blood fan shop, and the other was Earl Wilson, who had met once in Belok Village. As for the other man with a rune sword, he had no impression.
In the rear, the masters gathered to talk to each other, and looked at the three men in awe. This is the myth of the current world, a myth that has not been seen for dozens or hundreds of years in ordinary days, and now three of them suddenly appear.
"I think we were in Huaxia, let alone the divine realm, it was difficult to see even one of the masters of Huajing. There are few such strong men in a city. Now there are no fewer than twenty high-ranking masters. Han Zilong shouted. It is exactly that sentence, what kind of circle, what kind of status determines who can be reached.
A large-scale gathering of grand masters like the one in front of them is almost like a one-hundred-year encounter. Really wealth is moving people's hearts, and spiritual things swallow the mind.
No one's tomb was opened before, where there would be so many strong men to meet. Many Masters of the Realm were frightened by the huge battle in front of them.
"Count Wilson, we are almost there. There are more than thirty masters of transmigration, and there are three gods living in the world. They settle between the palms of the old spring." An extraordinary person boldly said.
"No hurry. Wait a minute, the Dark Titans haven't arrived yet." Earl Wilson shook his head. As far as he knows, there are far more than this number of nearby gods, and one more person always contributes more.
There are so many alien wolves in Bulaoquan, even if he is a god, he has no certainty to win. Lin Lang stood in the crowd, preparing to observe for a while, and did not rush to show up.
After about an hour.
A dull laughter like a bell came from a distance, getting closer and closer, and finally, a black behemoth emerged from the sky, like a meteorite falling to the ground, and the whole ground shuddered three times.
That is not a meteorite.
It was an extremely strong man, with dark skin and black curly hair, at least two meters and two threes, and his wrists were twice as thick as the thighs of ordinary people. He was carrying a huge steel anchor thicker than a normal person, with chains around his body, and it looked like he had to weigh tens of kilograms.
With such a big head carrying an iron anchor, it's no wonder that when landing, the same as a meteorite hit the earth, stepping out of the ground a half-meter deep pit!
"Dark Titan!"
Han Zilong's pupils shrank.
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