I Joined the Chat Group and Was Treated As an Expert

　　His laughter came to an abrupt end, and he suddenly turned his head.

　　"hold head high"

　　"Roar"

　　I saw a blue dragon and a white tiger, carrying monstrous might, slaughtering him! At the same time, there was a dazzling light of the sword, as if it were about to cut off an immortal road, like a falling river of heaven, slashing from the endless nothingness. .

　　But none of this moved him completely.

　　What really changed his color was a vague figure, standing under the faint light of the night pearl, carrying a dark red ancient sword, standing there quietly, with his back to him.

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Chapter [-] is really Lingbao Tianzun! (third more)

　　"boom"

　　The bones of the flesh and blood are quickly recovering, and their expressions are solemn.

　　A golden celestial sword appeared in his hand, radiating hundreds of thousands of feet, shattering the phantoms of the blue dragon and the white tiger with a puff, and immediately overlapped with the light of the celestial river.

　　The violent force made him retreat dozens of steps backwards, but after all, he carried it down abruptly.

　　The knife light dissipated.

　　The flesh and blood on the skeleton has recovered more than half.

　　And his eyes never left the figure with his back facing him, carrying a dark red ancient sword.

　　"this sword"

　　The skeleton stared at the dark red ancient sword, his pupils shrunk to the extreme, and his voice trembled, "Zhu Xian"

　　And at this moment.

　　Everyone in the group was already stunned:.

　　It's just the photos of three paintings, and it can reveal such a terrifying power of ordinary people: "I always thought I had guessed how strong Senior Ye is, but now it seems that I may only see a fur."

　　Emperor Qiangu: "Why do I always feel that the weak Qinglong and Baihu are a bit abnormal, so they are holy beasts anyway?"

　　Dawei Tianlong: "There is nothing abnormal. Although the green dragon and white tiger are holy beasts, they are nothing in the wild. There is no blue dragon or white tiger that can become a quasi-sage."

　　Dragon Tiger Mountain.

　　The old master's eyes moved slightly.

　　He did have a different opinion from Fa Hai, but he didn't know much about it, so he didn't say much.

　　In terms of performance alone, Qinglong and Baihu are indeed a bit weak.

　　But this is Senior Ye's painting after all, and it's from the same person, so there's no reason for the difference in power.

　　The only thing that allowed him to think of some explanation was whether the two blue dragons and white tigers that appeared after he obtained "Dan Chenglong and Tiger Mountain", whether they absorbed most of the Dao rhyme in the painting and then watched it in Senior Ye's shop. When they arrived, the old Tianshi basically confirmed the guess in his heart.

　　As for the power of the blade light, it does seem to be a lot stronger than Qinglong and Baihu, but it is not so outrageous.

　　At least.

　　In the eyes of the unknown skeleton, there is absolutely nothing compared to the figure carrying the dark red ancient sword, by the way, the skeleton seems to have mentioned two words Dawei Tianlong: "By the way, did he say the word 'Zhu Xian'? This figure is the one"

　　The arrogant girl of the sky: "!!! Master, I also noticed it, but I didn't hear it too clearly. I dare not say that Senior Ye did not draw a Lingbao Tianzun!"

　　The owner of the restricted area: "This...'Lingbao Tianzun, is he very powerful?"

　　I am really a Tai Chi master: "How can I say that if it is really Lingbao Tianzun, killing a quasi-sage should be similar to killing a chicken."

　　at this time.

　　The figure carrying the dark red ancient sword slowly turned around.

　　He was surrounded by a chaotic aura, and he couldn't see his face clearly. Even under the live broadcast of the All-Heaven Exchange Group, he could only see a faint outline.

　　"It's really you!"

　　The skeleton's pupils contracted, and he took a step back subconsciously.

　　But the Taoist priest carrying the dark red ancient sword ignored him, but calmly cast his eyes on Dugu Qiufei who was holding the Abi sword, and said softly, as if with a smile: "Ming He, don't come here. no problem”

　　"Styx"

　　The skeleton figure suddenly turned his head to look at Dugu begging for defeat, his expression changed again, "You're not dead yet!"

　　"Hey, does this seat seem to be safe?"

　　Behind Dugu Qiufeng, a blood-colored figure was blurred, and there was a hint of helplessness in his voice, "It has been lying dead for so many years, how can it be safe?"

　　The Taoist priest carrying the dark red ancient sword slightly said: "The sea of ​​blood will not dry up, and the Stygian River will not die."

　　"If Zhen Yuanzi died, I would still reluctantly accept it. I guess if I die, even if there is no real spirit left when I die, you will not die."

　　heard.

　　The blood-colored figure pouted and said, "Anyway, this seat is in a very bad state, and it is no different from dying.

　　It's you, you are still alive and kicking, I remember that your true spirit was almost scattered, and you recovered so quickly."

　　At the same time as they communicated, the skeleton had completely recovered its flesh and blood.

　　His eyes flashed, and he quietly prepared to slip away.

　　"Fortunately, I got the help of a senior."

　　The Taoist priest carrying the dark red ancient sword laughed softly, but didn't mention it much.

　　"You Sanqing, your luck is so good that it makes people jealous!"

　　The blood-colored figure said in a sour tone, "I won't talk to you anymore, I will continue to sleep, and Abi will leave it here for the time being. I will seal it up for a while. By the way, help me to destroy this thing."

　　"it is good."

　　The Taoist priest carrying the dark red ancient sword nodded casually.

　　"Thanks."

　　The bloody figure disappeared.

　　And the skeleton, which had recovered its flesh and blood, changed madly when he heard the words, and ripped apart the void, and was about to lift his foot in.

　　"bass"

　　The ancient sword was unsheathed, and a bloody light with monstrous aura flashed across the sky, the skeleton screamed, and the body melted away like a spring snow.

　　When the bloody light that filled the live broadcast screen disappeared.

　　Only a figure with an ancient sword on his back could be seen walking away, his figure was like being erased inch by inch with an eraser, leaving no trace.

　　Dugu seeks defeat and wakes up faintly.

　　He stood blankly on the spot, looked down at the unremarkable Abi sword in his hand, and glanced at the empty surroundings.

　　Under the dim light of Ye Mingzhu, he looked at the live broadcast camera with a dazed face: "Can you tell me what happened?"

　　Dawei Tianlong: "Lingbao Tianzun! You can't be wrong, that must be Lingbao Tianzun!!!"

　　Ordinary man: "Is this the difference in strength? Old Ancestor Ming He used the Abi Sword to suppress it for thousands of years and could not eradicate it, but Lingbao Tianzun only needed a sword to directly destroy the true spirit."

　　I am really a master of Tai Chi: "Under the saints, all are ants. Now, Pindao finally understands this sentence."

　　Tianzhi's Pride Girl: "None of you found the point! The point is, this... Lingbao Tianzun came out of Senior Ye's painting!"

　　Queen Medusa: "Well, I noticed that too."

　　"And the ancestor Ming He said that Lingbao Tianzun seemed to have been seriously injured back then, and his true spirit was almost shattered."

　　"And Lingbao Tianzun's reply is that he got the help of a senior to recover so quickly! Who is this senior he said, I don't need to say more!"

　　Exorcism Dragon Clan: "No need to say anything, Senior Ye is faith!"

　　Qiangu Yidi: "It's a pity that fellow Daoist Chang Geng has retreated. Otherwise, when he sees Lingbao Tianzun, he will be shocked even his jaw will drop!"

　　A barrage quickly floated past the live broadcast screen.

　　The crowd was clearly excited.

　　They watched the live broadcast the whole time and couldn't bear to blink.

　　And at the moment when Lingbao Tianzun drew his sword, he finally realized what a saint is, and what is the absolute crushing of strength! And Dugu Qiufeng was even more confused when he heard it: "Wait, what are you talking about, what Lingbao Tianzun is? "

　　Finally, everyone explained to him, Dugu Qiufeng finally understood, his face was full of shock, he was inexplicably excited, raised the Abi sword in his hand, his voice trembled: "In other words, I have obtained a congenital top-grade spirit for nothing. Treasure, murder is not related to cause and effect!"

　　The common man reminded: "It was sealed, and the ancestor of Ming He has not died. It is only with you for the time being, and he will take it back sooner or later."

　　"unimportant!"

　　Dugu Qiufei grinned, "At least for now, I can understand the true meaning of the sword, and I can usually use it to cut people, and I'll talk about it later!"

　　A certain plane, in the forbidden land.

　　The owner of the restricted area was stunned, he was still immersed in the sword just now, unable to extricate himself.

　　The seemingly unremarkable drawing of the sword, but there are mysterious and mysterious avenues and meanings circulating, others may not be able to see it, but he can glimpse a clue.

　　Known as "Lingbao Tianzun"

　　The skeleton that was resurrected when he first drew his sword was already dead! Even without that sword light falling, his true spirit was completely wiped out by the aura of the Great Dao in the sword, cutting off all possibility of resurrection.

　　"Zhu Xian is really a good Zhu Xian!"

　　After a long time, the lord of the restricted area let out a light breath, his eyes stunned.

　　If there is no accident.

　　It is impossible for him to set foot in that field in this life, because it is no longer possible to remedy it by diligence, and only by suppressing the peerless talent of eternity, can there be a glimmer of hope!" According to the arrogant girl, the protagonist of this world is a man named The Ten No. 1 Man"

　　"If you can't set foot in that field yourself, it is also a wonderful thing to be able to train a disciple who sets foot in the forbidden field."

　　A wisp of thought from the Lord of the Restricted Zone came out of his own accord.

　　He turned into a middle-aged man in white clothes, followed by two Dao boys, a man and a woman, walking among the eight lower realms.

　　"A place called Stone Village"

　　The owner of the restricted area strolled in the courtyard, but the speed was extremely fast. Every step he took, he did not know how many thousands of miles he took, and his eyes swept across the familiar and unfamiliar world with a little nostalgia.

　　For many years, he hadn't stepped out of the shattered restricted area.