Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality

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The broken jade steps collapsed in the desert and were quickly buried by the yellow sand. It was originally sacred and noble, and at this time it was just a pile of broken jade.

The stars of the sky are shining, I don’t know if it’s the illusion of Lin Luoran, or because of the afterglow caused by the “Tongtian Road” that existed a moment ago, she always feels that the stars outside tonight are splendid and can’t be seen directly.

But what is still at the moment is how to recapture the body of Baojia.

The melt is rolling, the beasts are humming, and the saints of Lin Luoran and others have been indifferent, and finally they are angry. No one knows how many years she has waited to open the road, and the jade steps have fallen tonight. She wants to leave this place, perhaps another thousand years!

But in the eyes of the madman, perhaps the saint is not going to have a next millennium.

They reached a consensus at this moment - putting the other side to death.

This is not a battle that Lin Luoran can intervene. She is very self-aware in the foundation period. Since she has already guessed that this saint was probably the legendary drought and drought, and saw her ability to command the melt, Lin Luoran can only Lurking like a thief, waiting for a crucial moment, can help the madman to regain the body of Baojia!

Melt, all over the place are molten pulp... The madman is still like that, clap his hands from time to time, from time to time to lame, say no words and no end of the nonsense, there is no movement to counterattack.

Lin Luoran secretly worried, and it is inevitable that he would not be disrespectful. After so many years, he is really crazy.

The four-hoof fire beasts thundered, and in the melting of the sky, the madman finally got the action, the dirty cloth was pulled out, and the horn of the yak was entangled. Lin Luoran almost Falling from the flying sword.

The dirty cloth was too windy and I was grabbing the camera tonight.

But after all, it is a rag, can you deal with this look that is not very powerful, how can you say the yak of the ancient beast?

Apparently, not only Lin Luoran, but the saints showed a scornful and cruel smile. The madman was entangled in the yak, and as she waved her hand, the melt poured into the madman.

The yak continued to struggle, and the cloth was not broken for a while. One person and one beast were stagnant, and the madman was inevitable. The melt was instantly overturned from the top of the head. Lin Luoran was somewhat worried. The madman was the cultivation of the knot period. Even her and Wenguanjing could resist the melting moment. Can the madman not be unprepared?

In the laughter of the Virgin and Lin Luoran's worries, the melt finally landed, revealing a mad madman who looked tired. The stunned chin is the yak, still struggling, but it is indeed tangled by the rags.

A thunderous thunder, the yak obviously can not accept this fact, in the melt it turned out the body, the body suddenly rose to the height of a building, not to mention the madman, that is, all the people in the field add up, after the transformation of the yak In front of it, it is also like the difference between a hill and a mound.

On the huge unicorn, there is a dirty and broken cloth strip, because the disparity in volume is slender and more swaying... but it is constant, this scene is very funny, and it makes people laugh. .

Lin Luoran couldn't help but screamed, the shock caused by the rag was too big, so she could not calmly hold her own.

The saint finally began to officially start the strip.

Abnormal dirty, stinky, no spiritual power at all, this is the answer that the saint looked after. The problem is that when such a rag is entangled in the yak, the saint cannot be underestimated.

The yak that exposes the body, the airflow from the nose is extremely hot, and its skin is made into a drum that can pass hundreds of miles to bring morale to the Yellow Emperor's troops, so the small melt can naturally bring harm to the outside. But it is now twisted under a rag, and it is ridiculous to think about it.

Perhaps because this scene is too strange, Lin Luoran, including the saints themselves, ignores the fact that when the melt is poured onto the madman, there is no magical power to flash, and he stands in perfect condition. Rolled in the melt.

The reddish melt tumbling, because the light is too bright, the smudges on the blue robes of the madman's body are more conspicuous, and it is really a little noble.

Originally, he had already kept the yak, and when he knew that, the madman was crazy again - he took the cloth down, and the yak did not react to the escape from the beginning of the ascension, and soon he was angry and wanted to report The previous bondage.

The yak's one-horned hair is shiny and stiff, and it will be poked on the madman. The madman raises the right hand with the cloth strip. It is no longer a bundle, it is a "slap" action, just at the moment when the madman lifts the cloth, the whole person's temperament changes greatly, not madness does not sell silly, the solemnity of this moment can even make people neglect his greasy body Robe.

"Hey--" the cloth strips on the yak.

First, the yak stopped and the saint stopped. The former is unable to move, and the latter feels that this scene is somewhat familiar.

"Oh--" The second time I beat the yak, the cloth even had a broken sound. Although it was still so dirty, no one could despise it anymore.

Because the yak was beaten in these three times, it quickly became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hey!"

The madman even smoked several times, and the body of the yak became smaller and smaller. Not only that, but the sacred spirit of the yak seemed to be beaten by the strip, and it looked like it had no previous arrogance and became wilting. .

Lin Luoran hopes that the madman will pump it a few more times to completely solve this ancient beast.

The saint screamed, and the sharp voice almost pierced Lin Luoran's eardrum.

"When the whip... How can the whip be in the hands of a practicing man, who are you?"

The madman ignored her and continued to smoke a few times. The yak became smaller, like the size of a rabbit in the underground world, and there was no previous prestige.

Lin Luoran stared at the madman's rags and swallowed it.

Under the dirty appearance, there is unimaginable power, and this holy woman calls it "playing whip."

What kind of existence can be called "God"? There may be exaggerated elements in this, but this rag, although it is not well sold, is obviously much higher than Li Yuer’s fish line magic weapon called “Bundled Fairy”.

At least Lin Luoran’s eyes were sharply revealed that the face of the saint had changed.

In addition to anger, there is more dignity.

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The long-haired fluttering saint floats in midair, with a rolling lava at the foot, a long yellow sand in the distance, a stretch of sand dunes, and a starry sky in the background. In this way, the saints really have two senses of unreality.

However, the madman holds the rag-like "playing whip", a few lashes will smash the yak and shrink the brain, and even more suspicion of playing pigs and eating tigers. Lin Luoran feels that the ancestor of Baojia is squatting and squatting. The protagonist of the hegemony.

After the sacred woman was dignified, she turned to sneer: "I was almost cheated by you... When the Japanese saints saw the whip in the face, how could they appear in the hands of a practicing sergeant?"

In the heart of the saint, the yak must have been sleeping for so many years, and this has become useless. The image of the sky has not changed tonight. If you send this stupid man, you may not be able to rebuild the ladder.

The madman laughed happily: "How about true and false? It is more than enough to whipping you this pseudo-saint!"

Playing the whip and whipping the pseudo-virgin? !

Lin Luoran praised in her heart, even though she was not high, she was also very proud.

But it is a pseudo-virgin, why can't she fight a war? Putting the little green fox and the comatose view on the safe sand dunes, Lin Luoran Yu Jian joined the battle.

The saint picked an eyebrow, and the feeling of that moment was really like Baojia.

"In fact, this saint is quite curious, with your cultivation, where is the courage..." She spoke, a spiritual stab, Lin Luoran even prepared, but also almost dropped from the flying sword Go on.

Her face was white and she said: "Exit my friend's body, or I will die with you."

The swearing endlessness, the seriousness of the word, let the saints finally move their sights, the first official Lin Luran. With her cultivation, this kind of mental strength is also very good, but unfortunately less correct use.

Feijian is not bad. It should be a masterpiece of high-spirited spirits. Although it is an indigenous people with poor galaxies, the saints have to admit that the cultivation of Chinese civilization in China has developed to the point of being jealous.

Fortunately, all of this has been destroyed... I want to see this woman repairing in front of me, and I can’t play the advantage of weapons even if I have a good weapon. It is the “wandering whip” in the hands of the madman.

No one knows better than her the power of the real whiplash, especially for their high-level race. Fortunately, the whiplash in the hands of the madman is not true!

Damn, how does the melter work for this madman?

Some of the saints later discovered that the madman was safe and unbearable, and she felt a bad feeling in her mind.

Or the trick "Rui Xue", with the elegant flow of snow, where Zhao Jian went, the white snow and the melt violently collided, the disgusting heat swept away, the snow began to float in the air, the saints to Lin Luoran The repair is scornful, but the current body can not help this flying sword.

She looked at the hidden white sword body, showing a ridiculous look. These earth monks have always been so hypocritical. They said that it is a good friend's body, they must recapture, but they use the most fierce swords to deal with this. body……

The smirk of the saint, simply do not hide in the air, this body, she can not be big.

The sword was cold, and Lin Luoran shook his wrist. Zhao Jian wiped the cheek of the saint and added a small piece of snow to her brow.

In the end, is it still not good?

The sacred finger moves, can't bear it when fighting, then it's only dead!

She was like a hook, and she wanted to tear Lin Luoran by her fingers. A fluttering cloth flew over and slammed on her back. The saint was a sly, almost falling into the melt.

In a hurry, she saw that the hateful female practicator had a smile in her eyes. This whip almost pulled her away from the body - **** it, this is really a whip!

The saint suspects that this is a well-prepared trap. Where the madman cares about her mind, the cloth is beaten again:

"Playing the whip, hitting you as a pseudo-god, is still in the poor!"