Ten Gods

Lin Tian and Ling Yun were behind the middle ages of the Guard Pavilion. They walked on the southeast in the direction of the void, and the wind in their ears rang. ??八??一??中文网?ww?w. ?81zw. During this period, Lin Tian asked the middle-aged people to ask about the funeral of the mountain. He was simply told that it was a deadly mountain of Chishan, with many strange and intrinsic places. It is said that even the gods can be buried, so it is called a burial. Shenshan falls.

"Can even the gods be buried?!"

Lin Tian was shocked.

The so-called gods do not exist. No one in this world really knows, but these two words have always been synonymous with powerful and terrible. Even the gods can be buried to describe the mountain of funeral, it is easy to feel. The terrible thing about this mountain is simple and clear, even if it is a strong man who is a fairyland.

"Is it so terrible?"

Lingyun questioned.

In the middle of the year, Shouge squinted Lingyun and said: "About a hundred years ago, there were ten avenues who joined together. In the end, only one person came out alive. However, it is said that the person who lived out did not live long and was violent. It is."

Lingyun suddenly blinked, and even Lin Tian was surprised. Ten strong avenues joined together. In the end, only one person came out alive? ! The next moment, Lin Tian was surprised. The sheepskin roll he got in the waters of the second day of the field seemed to be from the hands of a strong avenue. Was it left by the people who lived that year?

Think about it, Lin Tian’s eyes are drawn through a fine man, it should be very possible!

"Since it is so dangerous, there are avenues who are dead, and some people dare to go?"

Lingyun is very different.

Lin Tian was just amazed and calmed down for a moment. At this moment, listening to Ling Yun’s doubts, he explained: “The more dangerous, the more dangerous the place, the more precious the intrinsic treasures are, making people rush. Even if they go I know that nine out of ten will not get the treasure, and ninety-nine percent will die inside, but they will still go."

Shouge’s middle-aged appreciation of Lin Tian’s eyes, and Ling Yundao: “More and Lin Xiaozi learn, less wretched.”

Lingyun: "..."

"Okay, let's go, increase some degrees."

Middle-aged humanity.

Lin Tian and Ling Yun nodded, and followed the middle-aged man, rushing toward the distance.

Soon, three days passed.

On this day, there was an extremely large city in front of it. The walls were repaired with blue jade stone bricks. There were many swords and sculpts on it, and there was a rich atmosphere surrounded by vicissitudes and quaintness.

"Falling City, adjacent to the funeral mountain, hence the name."

Shouge Middle Age Road.

With this in mind, the middle-aged man raised his finger to the distance.

Lin Tian and Ling Yun looked at the **** of the middle-aged man. They saw the distance, the large red mountains were clustered, and there were trees inside, but almost all of them were withered, and there were some black plants. It’s weird.

"There is...there is a mountain of funeral!"

Lin Tian’s eyes flashed.

This piece of mountain is exactly the same as the one on the sheepskin roll in his stone ring. Even the black stalks on the sheepskin roll have not fallen. Lin Tian just glanced at it, and then matched the front of the Chishan group and the sheepskin roll, it was not half a bit! Even if it is a water chest protruding from a red mountain, the sheepskin scroll is also drawn in detail.

The middle-aged man took out the sketch: "Whoever painted this broken picture, there are too many differences, and even one tenth is not even."

Said, the middle-aged people collected the draft map, greeted Lin Tian and Ling Yun, and walked toward the city of the gods in front.

"Hey, seniors, aren't you going to bury the mountains? Why are you going to the city?"

Lingyun doubts.

"Running for a few days, naturally it’s time to repair it, adjust the spirit of the gods, and bury the mountain in the peak state. I don’t understand?”

The middle-aged man does not return.

Lingyun squatted, and even if he came back, it really is such a rational.

"Go."

Lin Tiandao said, following the middle-aged person.

In the city of Luoshen, there are many pedestrians, all of whom are powerful monks. The worst of them is in the realm of knowing the sea. The blood is very honest. Walking in the city, Lin Tian now has a number of restaurants on both sides, designed for monks, and there are some trading houses of Bao Dan and Bao Bing, and the monks who enter and exit are constantly flowing. In this regard, he is not surprised. It is quite normal to have these things in the ancient city near the mountains.

About half an hour later, the middle-aged man found a restaurant and asked for a room.

In the room, not only is the decoration very luxurious, but also very spacious, with more than a hundred square feet.

"really not bad!"

Lingyun praised.

After a few days of trekking, there is such a place to rest at the moment, but it is also pleasant and comfortable.

The middle-aged man sat down on one side and looked at the two men. "You are now slightly refining, and you will restore the spirit to the peak. In the evening, I will protect the law for you. Strength, when it comes to the funeral mountain, it is considered to have more support, at least a lot stronger than now."

Lin Tian and Ling Yun are both happy, Lin Tianxing, said: "Thank you for your predecessors!"

The fruit of the gods is the treasure of heaven and earth. When refining and refining, there are middle-aged people who are always around, which is naturally very safe.

At the moment, the two sit down in a corner, silently running the exercises, and recovering the depleted gods.

Soon, it is a few hours past.

At this time, the sky is already dim, and the stars and the moon are dotted on the sky. It is already midnight.

Lin Tian’s spirit is restored to the peak, and Lingyun is naturally the same.

The two were separated by three feet and each took out a fruit.

"let's start."

Middle-aged humanity.

Both Lin Tian and Ling Yun nodded seriously, and after running a punch, they carefully swallowed the fruit.

For a time, the two incomparable auras surged and spread around.

Lin Tian runs the quadrupole, and when he swallows the moment of the fruit, he suddenly feels the body, obviously feeling that the body is full of psionic power, and his body meridians seem to be flooded in an instant, and these auras There seems to be another magical force. It is actually rushing toward his meridians. He is walking through the meridians, as if one side has leaked, actively starting to filter the real elements flowing in his body, and smash it a little. Impurities.

"This……"

Lin Tian was a little surprised.

This is the connection between the power of the fairy and the eyes of the gods? Sure enough, extraordinary!

Taking a deep breath, Lin Tian put away the heart of surprise, speeding up the operation of the four poles, and then immersing the gods in the body, drawing the aura and singularity of the fruit, and starting to target the real elements. . Quenching the real element is the only thing to do in the Yukong territory, and as the realm improves, the difficulty of quenching will also increase.

The so-called difficulty of quenching can also be said to be the difficulty of practice, which is the same in every big realm. As the cultivation is getting higher and higher, the difficulty of practicing will become more and more serious. This is the unchanging reason in the history of monasticism.

"Hey!"

Lin Tian runs the quadrupole, and the faint silver awns linger on the surface, and the breath gradually becomes stronger.

His mind is intertwined in the body, the degree of the four poles is moving faster, and there is a roar of looming sounds.

Standing in the middle of the garrison, he felt the breath of Lin Tian’s body and could not help but reveal some surprise.

"This little guy, what is the practice of cultivation, can produce thunderous vibrations when practicing."

Shouge middle-aged scorpion micro-condensation. At the same time, the atmosphere of Lin Tian's cultivation also surprised the middle-aged people, obviously only the five-day sky, but the atmosphere of the intrinsic is not worse than the peak of the Imperial Air.

"interesting!"

In the end, the middle-aged man smiled and kept quietly.

At this time, Lin Tian closed his eyes and concentrated on the operation of the quadrupole, and the light in the outside became strong. As he walked through the whole body with the power of the gods, the real elements flowing in the body became pure and pure, and there was a rush of loud waves, as if a dragon from the ancient times was roaring.

In a blink of an eye, three hours passed.

At this moment, the silver mansions on Lin Tian became extremely blazing, and the light of the true Yuan was even congested, turning into a starburst.

"boom!"

A majestic force suddenly surged, making Lin Tian's breath more powerful and more than doubled.

Lin Tian still keeps his eyes closed, and he can clearly feel that the real elements in the body become purer and more condensed. At this time, there is still the power of the gods in the body. He is using these spiritual powers to consolidate the realm, until after half a quarter of an hour, he opens his eyes. There are two faint glare from the two. Flashing away.

"The six-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousands, the true degree of condensate and purity, even the more monks of the Imperial Peak, very good!"

Middle-aged humanity.

“The predecessors praised it, and thanked the older generation for protecting the law for the younger generation.”

Lin Tianqian imaginary.

In the middle of the garrison, he waved his hand and signaled that Lin Tian didn't care.

"boom!"

Just then, another majestic spread.

Not far away, Lingyun opened his eyes and reached the Imperial Sky nine days from the Eighth Heaven, and the momentum was much stronger.

"Shuang!"

The thief shouted.

Lin Tian looked at Lingyun with a slight surprise in his eyes. Although this thief is very wretched, I have to say that the strength is really good, very powerful! Just like this time, the breath that broke out to the Yukong Nine Heavens is really amazing. It is much stronger than the ordinary Yukong Jiuzhongtian monk, and it is not the same.

The middle-aged man looked at Lingyun and nodded with satisfaction. Then he said: "To reach the Imperial Air, there will be only one small step left from the realm of Tongxiang. During this period, remember to be prepared to cope with the immortality. The time of the robbery."

Tong Wonderland can be said to be a great metamorphosis point on the road of practice. The true Yuan is completely transformed into divine power, and the three thousand avenues between the heavens and the earth will be born to react, thus reducing the devastating natural disaster. Since ancient times, there have been countless practitioners and a lot of geniuses. However, about 90% of them have been buried under the catastrophe when they entered the fairyland.

Therefore, before you really step into the fairyland, you must be prepared for everything you can do!

"Know the predecessors!"

Lingyun nodded.

When it comes to robbing, this thief is also serious.

In middle age, I stood up and said to Lin Tian: "Okay, rest, you can turn to the city of God tomorrow. We will go out to bury the mountain in about three days. In these three days, you will do well. ready."

"Okay, please be assured of your predecessors."

Lin Tiandao.

With this in mind, Lin Tian’s eyes flashed, and there was some faint expectation.