Chapter 128: Without seeing the stars, how to see Yuqiong, mortals, your way,...

　　 The land fairyland has twelve layers, all directions are destroyed, the real top combat power in the world!
　　 One step further!
　　 can become a god!
　　 Keep abreast with the legendary fairy, and achieve a long life span!
　　In Lin Tianhou's heart, he was both frightened and excited, but also shocked and shocked.
　　 Twelve layers of land wonderland!
　　 was gifted casually by the young man in front of you!
　　 As this ancient land, the last descendant of the emperor rank, he is different from the children of the imperial capital!
　　To discuss seniority!
　　He can be called the grandfather by the old patriarch of the royal family!
　　To talk about shocking the world!
　　He is not only in the portrait, but he has seen the emperor-level peerless great person!
　　 Five hundred years ago!
　　 He is the youngest of the twelve princes, and he has just fortunately lived to the present age!
"Mr. Xie, help me enter the Twelve Levels of the Land Wonderland!" Looking at the front of Chu Lingxiao with his hands on his back and wearing white clothes fluttering, Lin Tianhou completely surrendered, too strong, it is really unpredictable. .
　　 Breakthrough to the twelfth level of the land fairyland!
　　 The sky is above the earth, and the whole world is full of waste.
　　 It was the first time he saw such a terrifying existence, even if he suppressed the emperor of an era, it was far away!
　　 just a back view!
　　 Lin Tianhou felt that the blood in his body, the blood of the emperor, could not help but tremble!
　　 "Father, you go to Yangzhou alone every year. What are you going to do?"
　　In memory.
His stunning father, who broke the shackles of the world and sealed the ancients into history, would secretly take off the dragon robe of the golden silk brocade and put on simple plain clothes every time at the beginning of the Spring Festival every year. Quiet, leave the imperial capital palace.
　　 He was only six years old that time.
　　Naughty by nature.
　　 in the imperial capital palace, running around,
　　 If it weren't for that time, he didn't even know his father, he would rush to Yangzhou at this time every year!
　　 "Emperor father went to see someone, you are not allowed to tell others that the emperor father has left the imperial capital, have you heard of it!"
　　 "Go and meet someone? Father, you are the emperor, you are the emperor, in the whole world, is it not the king's land, is the land of the land is the king, why are you sneaking, and not wearing a dragon robe..."
　　 "Because in front of your husband, no matter what his identity is, it doesn't work!"
　　 In his time, Yangzhou was the richest ancient capital in China. Almost half of them gathered here, such as commoner traffickers, poets, literary magnates, and dignitaries.
　　 The emperor patrols.
　　 Yangzhou should be the first choice!
　　 Manchu civil and military, all think so.
　　 Only he knows.
　　Why did the father visit Yangzhou many times, and even later, of the fifty civil and military personnel, fifteen were from the ancient capital of Yangzhou!
　　 "Lin Yaojue, also counted among mortals, can be ranked in the forefront of ancient wizards."
　　 On the eaves of the emperor's mausoleum palace, Chu Lingxiao stood with his hands in his hands, looked up at the sky, and said faintly: "Unfortunately, even if he is qualified to be in Fengxiantai, he is still a mortal after all."
　　 "Mortals..."
The last three characters of 　　 turned into a long sigh, filled with loneliness and desolation.
　　 "A mortal world, a mortal, what do you think?"
This sentence.
　　 Lin Tianhou's pupils shrank sharply, and his memories of more than four hundred years were hidden, and suddenly came out like a tide.
　　 An old man wearing a golden silk dragon robe, sitting high in the throne at the last moment of his life, looked towards the ancient capital of Yangzhou, his eyes were dim, and he sighed to himself.
　　 "Sir, you said that the world of mortals is determined by mortals."
　　 "Why should the world worship the immortal Buddha, build temples for them, and worship them with incense? Why... Sir, why..."
　　 Lin Tianhou's pupils dilated, looking at Chu Lingxiao on the eaves of the palace.
　　 His lips were trembling constantly, tears in his eyes kept rolling, his emotions were high, his face was unbelievable, he knelt down, and said in great sadness:
"Mr!"
　　 Mr.
　　 contains too much!
　　 his father five hundred years ago,
　　 The last powerful emperor in the era of repression, every time I go to Yangzhou to meet people who are respected as Mr., the answer is ready to come out, it is this white-clothed youth standing in front of him at this time-Chu Lingxiao!
　　 "You don't have to worship me, get up."
　　 Chu Lingxiao said lightly:
　　 "Your father once asked me why I built temples and temples for the aloft Immortal Buddhas. Immortals and people grew up in this ancient land. They were like you, they were also people!"
　　 "It's a pity that your father didn't see through this!"
　　 Lin Tianhou lowered his head and said nothing.
　　 did not see through.
　　 becomes a knot.
　　 hasn't gotten to Fengxiantai, the body fades away, and the sky is full of golden rain!
　　 "Father, you are under Jiuquan, have you heard..."
　　 The breeze blew across the eaves of the palace.
　　 "The world only knows that I am the forbidden master of Kunlun, but who knows, who is the forbidden master of Kunlun?"
　　 "Chu Lingxiao?"
　　 "Or is it Chu Taboo?"
　　 sighed faintly, and said everything, with a hint of self-deprecating.
　　 "I haven't seen the stars, how can I see Yuqiong?"
　　 "Mortals in this ancient land, your road is still long..."
　　 The eaves of the emperor's mausoleum palace.
A white-clothed young man with an elegant figure, his hands on his back, a faint lonely long sigh, turned into a breeze swaying, and it circulated in Lin Tianhou's ear for a moment, the latter was suddenly shrinking his pupils, his face was shocked, and his hair stood erect. I feel a tingling scalp.
　　Kunlun Forbidden Master...
Mr. 　　 is the forbidden master of Kunlun!
　　 He is the descendant of the emperor, and he knows very well who is invincible on this star now~EbookFREE.me~ except the Kunlun Forbidden Lord.
　　 No one is eligible to be named invincible!
　　 Lin Tianhou is, after all, an old antique who has lived for five hundred years, and he is also a descendant of the emperor. On the subject of ups and downs and stability, few people in the world can match him.
　　 He lost consciousness for a short time, immediately reacted, bowed his head again, and pleaded: "Sir, please also..."
　　 "At the beginning I didn't join the royal group because I wanted to protect my father's spine. Now I have no worries, but there is something, please agree with me!"
　　Kunlun Banzhu!
　　 This is the Kunlun Forbidden Lord!
　　If you can...
　　 "You don't have to say, I can promote a few mortals for you to aspire to the mortals of the land gods." Chu Lingxiao blinked his eyes and stood in front of Lin Tianhou, and said lightly:
　　 "The premise is whether they have this qualification!"
　　 Lin Tianhou's face was filled with joy, and he quickly got up, bowed and said, "Please also Mr., come with me."
　　 Within a few seconds.
　　 Lin Tianhou respectfully took Chu Lingxiao to the old mansion house first.
　　 just right.
　　 Wang Guozhu, the person in charge of the imperial group, and Yang Qishan, who is in charge of cultural affairs, are drinking tea.
　　 See Lin Tianhou who guards the Emperor's Tomb.
　　 The true descendant of the queen came here in person.
　　 The two looked at each other, got up quickly, bowed and saluted.
　　 "Old Lin, why are you here?"
　　 "Don't you want me to be the person in charge of the imperial team?" Lin Tianhou didn't talk nonsense, and said straightforwardly: "I don't want this title, you will give it to your husband!"
Mr?
　　 Looking along Lin Tianhou's line of sight, under the willow tree in the house, a figure in white clothes with their backs facing them stood there, Wang Guozhu and Yang Qishan couldn't help being stunned.