Chapter 901: Drunk in life and dream of death is nothing like, plum blossom 6 Luo has trouble

Xu Mo is only the ninth strongest, only the weakest of the nine strongest.
No matter how big Yang Jian's heart is, as long as he thinks about it, he can't breathe under pressure.
Only by confronting the strongest can you know how terrifying this guy who has jumped out of the shackles of the road is, how strong his mana is, how weird his supernatural powers are, and he can’t kill or kill...
If the remaining Xeons are all at the same level as Xumo, if two people jump out at the same time, the prehistoric land at this time will definitely not be able to support.
If there are really nine strong Rinku, everything will be annihilated and never survived.
The Hundred Sages of Taishi were pushed and wiped out by the nine strongest men, not to mention the previous post-prime primal era, the great monastic world that is said to have been close to the eternal kingdom, was also directly destroyed by these nine strongest men. Obliterate.
Compared with these previous great worlds... it can only be said that one generation is not as good as one generation.
The only thing that can stop these strongest people seems to be Yang Jian himself.
Why?
Yang Jian smiled bitterly, because he was the reincarnation of Dubi, this should not be wrong, whether it is evidence of the remnants of the weapon left by Dubi, or the remnants of the previous life brought by Yang Jian in Guihong Realm, or It is that he has mastered the profound meaning of the supernatural power of'Dieli' without comprehending the practice.
As a result, Yang Jian began to think about another question.
Can Xu Mo be killed, or, at this time, desperately killing Xu Mo, is the best choice.
If Xu Mo is dead, it is very likely that it will directly lead to stronger Xeons; if Xu Mo is still alive, Hong Huang continues to accumulate strength when it seems to be losing ground...
"It's a good idea, but it can't be done."
Yang Jian was sitting in the starry sky with his chin supported, his eyes showing a little thought, just in that quiet daze, letting the profound body recover on its own.
Outside the city of Profound Capital, in the mustard universe hidden in the ruins of the Black Spirit Kingdom, two figures were nestled on the soft collapse, but they were already asleep.
These two did not do anything extraordinary, at least their respective Taoists were perfect without any damage; but in their dreams, their complexions were faintly flushed, and their bodies also appeared a little strange, and they gradually embraced each other. Parted each other a bit.
Their meeting was naturally in a dream.
In the dreamland where the two were connected, they were in a Xiantai pavilion at this time, just as the clouds closed in the rain, they hugged and watched the setting sun in the west.
The color of the sky and the sea changes gradually, and the fairy wind is intoxicating and warm.
"Luo, can Yang Jian really become the strongest?"
"Of course I can, otherwise what am I busy doing now?"
His face was several times handsomer than his own. He smiled with a nasty and evil young man. His fingers fluttered gently on the skin of the silver-haired woman in his arms. "What made me make up my mind to stand on the side of the wilderness is actually what he showed. potential."
The silver-haired woman's eyebrows were somewhat similar to Yunxiao, and her eyes were a bit tired and blank.
Such a woman is really beyond the control of an ordinary man.
"But didn't you say that those people above you are the most terrifying existence?"
"I have searched for every ten thousand years since Taishi, and I haven't found any trace of them," Meng Luo said softly. "It is very likely that after the destruction of Taishi, I woke up and Mengluo disappeared, and several of them returned. The other side of the chaos barrier."
"Is the eternal kingdom of God?"
"Well, eldest sister and them... turned out to be not good people, of course I was neither."
The silver-haired woman chuckled lightly and whispered: "You are not right now, the whole person is very bad, I want to play with everyone in the applause."
"No," Meng Luo smiled bitterly, "I really can't explain to them, I can't stand up and say hey, friends of Dao Sect, I am the fourth strongest Meng Luo, because when I am awake Taoist first disciple, so now I am guarding the prehistoric times!"
She looked up at the person she loved, and smiled lightly: "Is this bad?"
"It's too shameful, and it's too troublesome, not free and easy at all."
Meng Luo smacked his lips, this look and look were the same as when he was awake.
No matter how the skin changes, the temperament is always normal in dreams and dreams.
"Then why did you mix with them back then?" the silver-haired woman said in an anguish, "but did you look at your eldest sister?"
"Hey, don't tell me, the eldest sister is the most perfect woman I have ever seen in countless dreams." Meng Luo's eyes were a little blurred when she spoke, and she suddenly smiled when she saw the silver-haired woman sternly. Respect, I really moved my heart for you. We stayed together for tens of dollars in the meeting, and we are already irrelevant to each other, so why not be so stingy."
"Huh, do you really think I don't know anything about you and Xue Ling?"
"Eh……"
"You men really don't have many people who can concentrate on women. Yang Jian is a lover, and so are you," the silver-haired woman rolled her eyes and complained, but did not push his arm away.
When it comes to their state, they don't care about this anymore.
The hardest is just the constant companionship over the years, and the least is the comfort that each other can give to each other when we are alone.
"If Xumo dies, will the strongest people ranked before you return here?"
"I don't know," Xuan Du slowly shook his head, and then showed a look of memory, "I seem to have heard them mention that it is easy to return to the eternal kingdom of God, but you have to pay a great price to return. It is the Great God Dubi who set up to stop the remnants of the eternal kingdom of God."
The silver-haired woman said, "Unfortunately, I couldn't stop it."
"It was blocked, and there has never been the slightest flaw," Meng Luo said with certainty.
The silver-haired woman frowned slightly, "Don't sell it."
"Didn't I tell you before," Meng Luo smiled bitterly. "Back then, after I accidentally wandered in the early days, I turned into a child on a whim, so I got acquainted with my eldest sister and the others on an inconspicuous fairy mountain. Then practice together."
"They had no cultivation at first, but they were able to come up with countless exquisite cultivation methods. I also benefited from this. I practiced forty-nine yuan with them and finally reached the peak of the saint."
"Then, before I knew it, they had already completed the layout of the Beginning of the Empress, and rumors about the Taoist practitioners were heated up. They first waited for the consummate saints to begin the Taoist integration, then plundered the road and became the strongest. There was a storm..."
"When I came back to my senses, I had already been divided into three roads to perfection, and I had become the strongest. I wanted to leave here, but the elder sister's words made me hesitate and continue to work for them."
She tilted her head, "What are you talking about?"
"She said that compared to what they were going to do, these saints from the beginning and the almost endless sacrifices of life were nothing.
Meng Luo smiled bitterly, "If I knew that they were secretly leading the power of these creatures to the other side of the barrier between heaven and earth, I would say nothing would be a mess with them."
"Pour the other side..."
"Except for the resurrection of the Eternal Lord, who should not have died, I really don't know what they are going to do.
Meng Luo smiled helplessly, "Anyway, it's such a thing, I also admit that I failed to withstand the temptation of the avenue, and did something angry with man and god."
"Don't worry, I will commit myself to you, not because I think you are a good person."
"I!"
"Talk about business."
"Oh, okay," Meng Luo shook his head and continued, "I said earlier that it is difficult for the older sisters to come back, so they are based on this. If they really want to come from where, they need to start from the beginning to practice, the price is really high. It's too big."
"Then, how about those people under you?"
"I don't know, it seems that they could not be found overnight, but when you and Yang Jian were fighting with Xu Mo, I felt the aura of deja vu by the side. Among the prehistoric, there must be a third strongest person. "
Meng Luo said very confidently, and the silver-haired woman couldn't help thinking.
In the dream, the two of them were free to walk away at will, regardless of the prehistoric affairs; but leaving the dream, one of them was a Dao Sect master and the other was a personal biography of a sage who cut the teachings. Both were deeply related to the prehistoric.
The silver-haired woman said again: "There are still five people under you. If they appear at the same time, can you resist it?"
"If you can help stop one, Yang Jian will stop another. If the remaining three are the last three, I am confident that they will not be able to turn over." Meng Luo shook his head, "But I I still advise you not to think too much about it, unless you get to the real line of life and death, I will never take action."
The silver-haired woman sighed, "Why? Are you still thinking about that big sister?"
"No," Meng Luo said with a deep dread in his eyes, "The one eldest sister can't tolerate most is betrayal. If I betray her, even if I win a respite for Honghuang, she will definitely ignore it. Everything is back."
As he spoke, the dream Xeon with the plum blossom brand on his hands shivered even more.
"Don't mention it more, just continue to wait for Yang Jian to rise," Meng Luo patted her fragrant shoulder, "Come on, brother, I will continue to use double repair to heal you."
"Huh, my injury has healed long ago."
"Then increase the cultivation base, the purpose is not important, the important thing is the process, tusk tusk..."
The last afterglow of the sunset gradually dissipated, and the two silhouettes in shallow gauze next to Sendai entangled and overlapped again, but it was inevitable that they were a little bit drunk and dreamy, and a little bit less real.
...
Half a month after Yang Jian returned to Nanfang Buzhou, the third batch of monks who were to be selected as the place to test the sword gathered in front of the Saint's Courtyard.
This time the number has increased to one hundred and eighty, and Yang Jian specially reserved 20 places for his own use.
Yang Jian’s injury has been healed. After all, he was only injured in the profound body, and the Dao and Daoji were not damaged. On the contrary, he had fought with Yang Jian, and he has almost recovered to the state when the great war started. Time to recuperate is wasted.
In fact, this should be regarded as the ‘legacy of the Pan God~EbookFREE.me~. In the crowd, more than 20 young monks gathered together, and the rest of the monks gathered together. The two families of Buddha and Taoism are still distinct.
There were still a few people standing between the two groups, their expressions somewhat awkward.
Canopy, Drifting, Little White Dragon...
Halfway through the journey to the west, they had already regarded themselves as Buddhist disciples, and at this time they could only stand in the middle, simply not relying on the Tao and the Buddha.
"Marshal Canopy? Don't come unharmed."
There was a little greeting from the side, and Tianpeng suddenly turned his head to look a little moved, but saw that it was more than a dozen old generals in the heavens, and the leader was Wang Lingguan, who was arguing to himself.
"Everyone, don't come to nothing."
The canopy smiled complacently, and quickly returned a gift, but it was a little funny like a pig.
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