The land fairy realm is twelve, and all ten directions are destroyed, and it is truly the top combat power in the world!

One step further!

You can become an immortal!

Go hand in hand with the legendary immortals and achieve longevity!

In Lin Tianhou's heart, he was both nervous and excited, but also shocked and shocked.

Twelve-fold Land Wonderland!

It was given casually by the young man in front of him!

As the last emperor-level descendant of this ancient land, he is different from the children of the imperial royal family!

It's about seniority!

He can be called Uncle Zu by the old patriarch of the imperial royal family!

It's shocking!

He didn't just see the emperor-level peerless big man in the portrait!

Five hundred years ago!

He is the youngest of the twelve princes, and he is fortunate to have survived to this era!

"Mr. Xie, help me enter the Twelve Layers of the Land Immortal Realm!" Looking at Chu Lingxiao, who was wearing white clothes with his hands on his back in front of him, Lin Tianhou completely surrendered, it was too strong, it was really unfathomable.

Break through to the 12th level of the Land Wonderland!

Heaven and earth, eight wilderness and four seas.

It was the first time he had seen such a terrifying existence, even if it was to suppress the emperor figures of an era, it was far from it!

Just a back!

Lin Tianhou felt that the bloodline in his body, the bloodline of the Emperor, couldn't help but tremble!

"Father, you go to Yangzhou alone every year, what are you going to do?"

In memory.

His father, who was stunning through the ages, broke the shackles of heaven and earth, and sealed the ancients into history, every time in the spring season, he secretly took off the dragon robe of the golden silk brocade by himself, changed into simple plain clothes, and left the imperial palace at night.

He was only six years old that time.

Naughty by nature.

Everywhere in the imperial capital palace, running around,

If it weren't for that time, he wouldn't have known that his father would rush to Yangzhou at this time every year!

"Father Emperor went to see someone, you are not allowed to tell others, Father Emperor has left the imperial capital, have you heard!"

"Go to see someone, father, you are the son of heaven, the whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister, why do you want to be sneaky, and you don't wear a dragon robe......"

"Because in front of Mr., no matter what the identity of the father is, it doesn't matter!"

In his time, Yangzhou was the richest ancient capital in the whole of China, where almost half of the commoners, poets, writers, and dignitaries gathered here.

The Son of Heaven inspects.

Yangzhou should be the first choice!

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty all thought so.

Only he knows.

Why did my father inspect Yangzhou many times, and even later, fifteen of the fifty civil and military personnel were from the ancient capital of Yangzhou!

"Lin Yaojue is also regarded as an ancient genius among mortals, who can be ranked in the forefront. ”

On the eaves of the Imperial Mausoleum Palace, Chu Lingxiao stood with his hands in his hands, looked up at the sky, and said lightly: "It's a pity, even if he is qualified to ascend to Feng Xiantai, he is still a mortal after all." ”

"Mortal ......"

The last three words turned into a long sigh, full of loneliness and desolation.

"The mortal world, mortal determination, what do you say?"

This sentence.

Lin Tianhou's pupils shrank suddenly, and the memories that had been hidden for more than four hundred years suddenly poured out like a tide.

An old man in the last years of his life, wearing a golden silk dragon robe, sat on the throne and looked at the direction of the ancient capital of Yangzhou, his eyes were gloomy, and he sighed to himself.

"Sir, you said that the mortal world is determined by mortals. ”

"Why do you want the world to worship the immortal Buddha who is high above, build temples and temples for them, and offer incense to them, why...... Sir, why ......"

Lin Tianhou's pupils dilated, looking at Chu Lingxiao on the eaves of the palace.

His lips trembled, tears kept rolling in his eyes, his emotions were high, his face was full of disbelief, he knelt down directly, and said in a big sad voice:

"Sir!"

Mr. Voice.

Too much to contain!

Five hundred years ago his father, the Emperor,

The last emperor in the world to suppress the era of powerhouse, every time I go to the ancient capital of Yangzhou to see the people I see, the people I see who are called Mr., the answer is about to come out, it is the young man in white standing in front of him at this time - Chu Lingxiao!

"You don't have to worship me, get up. ”

Chu Lingxiao said lightly:

"Your father once asked me, why do you want to build temples and temples for the high immortals and Buddhas, immortals and people, growing up in this ancient land, they are the same as you, they were also people!"

"It's a pity that your father didn't see through this!"

Lin Tianhou lowered his head and did not speak again.

Didn't see through.

Forming a heart knot.

Before ascending Sendai, the body disappeared and fell, and the sky was full of golden rain!

"Father, you are under the Nine Springs, do you hear......

A gentle breeze blows through the eaves.

"The world only knows that I am the forbidden master of Kunlun, but who knows, who is the forbidden master of Kunlun?"

"Chu Lingxiao?"

"Or is it a Chu taboo?"

sighed lightly, and uttered all his words, revealing a hint of self-deprecation.

"If you don't see the stars, how can you see the universe?"

"Mortals, your way is still long......"

The eaves of the Imperial Mausoleum Palace.

A young man in white, with an elegant posture, carrying his hands behind his back, and a faint and lonely long sigh, turned into a breeze swaying, and lingered in Lin Tianhou's ears for a moment, the latter had his pupils shrunk sharply, his face was full of shock, his cold hair stood upright, and he felt a tingling on his scalp.

Kunlun Forbidden Lord......

Sir, it's the Kunlun Forbidden Lord!

He is a descendant of the queen, and he knows very well who is invincible in this star now.

Except for the Kunlun Forbidden Lord.

No one is qualified to be crowned invincible!

After all, Lin Tianhou is an old antique who has lived for five hundred years, and he is a descendant of the queen, and there are few people in the world who can compare to him.

Lin Tianhou lost his mind for a moment, reacted immediately, kowtowed again, and pleaded respectfully: "Sir, please ...... more"

"I didn't join the royal group at the beginning, all because I wanted to protect my father's backbone, and now I have nothing to worry about, but there is one thing, please sir!"

Kunlun Forbidden Lord!

This is the Kunlun Forbidden Lord!

If so......

"You don't have to say it, I can promote a few mortals for you, who have won the land god fairyland. Chu Lingxiao's figure stood in front of Lin Tianhou in the blink of an eye, and said lightly:

"If they don't have the qualifications!"

Lin Tianhou's face suddenly burst into joy, and he quickly got up, bowed and said, "Please sir, come with me." ”

It didn't take a few seconds.

Lin Tianhou, respectfully took Chu Lingxiao and came to the old man's mansion first.

Just about.

Wang Guozhu, the head of the imperial group, and Yang Qishan, who was in charge of civil affairs, were drinking tea.

See Lin Tianhou who guarded the emperor's mausoleum.

The real descendant of the queen came in person.

The two glanced at each other, quickly got up, and bowed.

"Old Lin, why are you here?"

"Don't you want me to be the head of the imperial group?" Lin Tianhou didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point: "I don't want this title, you will give it to Mr!"

Mr?

Looking along Lin Tianhou's line of sight, under the willow tree in the courtyard of the house, a white-clothed figure with his back to them stood there, Wang Guozhu and Yang Qishan, and couldn't help but be stunned.