Immortal God King

When Jiang Xiaobai heard the speech, he recalled the terrible scene of the man just now. There are nine big stars around the body, five colors of immortal light in the viscera, and a faint fluctuation of the ancestor's power. So young, he has become a king level creature.

"I don't know." Jiang Xiaobai restored his true face and said.

This is a palace with a black tone, occasionally with the roar of the ghost.

There was an earth shaking roar. Then, a peacock rushed out of the palace, waved its wings like a sword, and chopped it at the Immortal King of Wuling.

This peacock is a powerful fierce bird. Its claws are like hooks, and its edge is unparalleled. A pair of wings spread out for three meters, straight cut down, the body released a terrible power, the waves burst out.

Jiang Xiaobai Mou son a Lin, this blow, can easily tear the king.

But the Immortal King of Wuling just turned back and said a word: "roll!"

Peacock action, and then exploded, into a large black fog, dissipated in the void.

"Ghost?" Jiang Xiaobai said to himself.

"Yes, the ghost." The Immortal King of Wuling nodded, "the young king is the descendant of the temple of martial arts. He has a great immortal fate and combines a wisp of the king's weapons."

"He's been chasing Wenwen, but I didn't agree. This man has a bad mind. He is a beast in clothes, and he may practice a powerful magic skill to devour nuns' Yin yuan. The more special a woman is, the more attractive she is to him. " The Immortal King of Wuling said, "his Taoist name is little wusheng. He will stay away from him in the future."

Little wusheng

Jiang Xiaobai chewed for a while, and then said: "there is no God King weapon in the temple of martial arts. Which one does he fuse?"

"No, it's very likely that there is a king's weapon in the temple of martial arts. It should be the Hao emperor's mirror that disappeared 8000 years ago." The Immortal King of Wuling led the way ahead. "The early martial god ruled Shizhou, and disappeared after compiling the Shizhou convention. According to my master, it is very likely that the early warlords entered the realm of Mahayana. But Shouyuan then dried up and disappeared into the depths of eternal exile. " Wuling Xianjun told the secret.

"In this way, the inside information of Wu Temple is very terrible?" Jiang Xiaobai frowned.

"Yes, so you are in a bad situation. After all, the temple of martial arts is the first orthodoxy of the ten continents. It is also the orthodoxy of the Mahayana king. If you really want to be more serious, they should come soon after you violate the ten continents convention. " The Immortal King of Wuling said with no expression on his face.

After about half an hour, I came to the deepest part of the palace.

What appears in front of Jiang Xiaobai's eyes is a golden palace.

This is also the only golden palace of the Lin family in daxui. The two gates are full of reliefs, including the reliefs of real dragon, Phoenix, Kunpeng, rosefinch, Xuanwu and other exotic animals. The gate is full of chaos, with five colors of light.

"This is the fairy gate left by my grandfather, which can guard Wenwen's vitality and keep her immortal soul. But Wen Wen can't move from now on. Once he moves, his flesh will rot Said the Immortal King of Wuling.

Jiang Xiaobai said, "is the Lin family so big?"

"Look at that." Wuling Xianjun points above the sky.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't see anything. Wuling Xianjun's palms and fingers glowed, and he nodded in his eyes.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaobai saw the whole picture of the Lin family clearly.

Overhead, there is a palace hanging!

It's a golden palace with nine floors, and each floor has a powerful living creature to sit on!

"The nine towers." Jiang Xiaobai was shocked in his eyes and said to himself, thinking of the classics he had read. There is a nine story building left by a spirit of the Lin nationality, which is suspended in the void and never sinks.

"That's right." Wuling Xianjun holds the seal in his hands and draws out a golden congenital pattern, spreading like a cobweb.

This golden grain is very mysterious, like a net, sending out waves. After falling into the immortal gate, the immortal gate glowed and many relief sculptures on it came alive. The immortal gate seems to be transformed into a small world in which the real dragon swims and the divine Phoenix spreads its wings to strike the sky.

"What kind of pattern is this?" Jiang Xiaobai's eyes widened.

"It is called one of the treasures of Hongmeng." Wuling Xianjun is very patient with Jiang Xiaobai, explaining, "nine patterns and nine tunes are collectively referred to as Hongmeng treasures, each of which can only be controlled by one person. That is to say, unless I am dead, no one will want to master the order pattern. "

"Your Divine pattern is not complete." Jiang Xiaobai saw the clue, "only one section."

The Immortal King of Wuling glanced at Jiang Xiaobai and had a light appreciation in his eyes: "yes, every kind of divine pattern is not complete now. Even the Mahayana God King once could not master a perfect divine pattern."

"The White Emperor's frontal bone spear of the Bai nationality has become the most powerful weapon in the world." Wuling Xianjun said faintly, "nine patterns and nine tunes have not appeared for many years. The reason why I have mastered a paragraph is inherited. From generation to generation, I will pass on to my posterity if I am going to sit down in the future. "

While talking, the Immortal King of Wuling knocked on the immortal door and entered the chamber of secrets.

The furnishings in the secret room are very simple. There is a jade bed carved from an ancient jade in the center of the secret room. On the jade bed, there is a beautiful woman. She lay there in peace, pale and hairy. The eyelashes are very long, the bridge of the nose is high, the forehead is bright and clean, and the lips are a little white. There was only a faint fluctuation of vitality in the body, and it seemed that it could be extinguished at any time.

Lin Wenwen.

When the gate of heaven closed, the Immortal King of Wuling looked at Lin Wenwen without a glance. But there is a color of sadness in the deep of eyes, which can't be changed.

With his accomplishments, he naturally knew that Lin Wenwen had only one breath left.

Even if Mahayana is here, it is very difficult to save Lin Wenwen.

Jiang Xiaobai said that he didn't have much hope to save Lin Wenwen in three years.

Jiang Xiaobai also showed compassion in his eyes. If Lin Wenwen hadn't stopped him, he would have died.

"Cloud disk, is there a way?"

Cloud disk silent for a long time, just slowly open mouth: "she... Worsened, want to save is not impossible, need nine turn elixir."

Jiuzhuan Xiandan needs 2 million Xiandou. Jiang Xiaobai's current balance is only 600000 Xiandou, so it can't be downloaded at all.

"Isn't there any way at present?" Jiang Xiaobai's heart is blocked.

"You still have 600000 Xiandou. You can buy a dragon snake to prolong her life for three years, but only for three years. If you don't take jiuzhuanxiandan after three years, she will die completely."

"She's... Dying." When the Immortal King of Wuling said this, he was very calm.

But Jiang Xiaobai still heard from his words the feeling of sorrow is greater than death.