All cherish it.

It is necessary to let the other party know who is the most smelly person!

But Luo Ningchuan actually destroyed the chess game directly, and said that he would give him that treasure? If it weren't for Luo Ningchuan's cultivation of the Nine-Rank Heavenly Immortal Half-Step Immortal Monarch, Xuan Ming would have doubted who his old friend had been taken away.

"What's going on, as for making you happy like this?" Xuan Ming touched himself and didn't hold back at all, and immediately puffed up a waist storage bag, extremely satisfied.

"It was the imprint of the Jianchen Cave Mansion that was touched. Luo Ningchuan put away his smile and said, "Do you remember when Jianchen created the cave mansion, he once deduced that this cave mansion could protect him from leaving a wisp of remnant soul in a life and death catastrophe, and even accepted a genius disciple for him to help him recover again?"

Xuan Ming's expression was solemn, "Of course I remember, after that, Jianchen begged for treasures, let each of us leave a trace of inheritance in his cave mansion, saying that it was to be given to his precious apprentice, and that if we have an accident in the future, we will leave us a successor." ”

"At that time, we all laughed and scolded him for being a crow's mouth, and slapped him hard, who knew that later, except for you and me, several of them all fell in that battle. "Even though he has lived for an unknown number of thousands of years and seen countless lives and deaths, when it comes to this, Xuan Ming still has melancholy in his heart.

At the beginning, a few friends scolded Jianchen Crow's mouth together, but it was actually a joke.

In ancient times, the Heavenly Dao was Hongmeng, uncivilized, and the cultivation path was even more difficult than now, and those who could achieve true immortals were far more powerful than these immortals who had ascended in the lower realm ten times more powerful, and they had endless means of saving their lives.

What's more, immortals have the same life as heaven and earth.

No one thought that he would die, including Jianchen's calculation of a sword cultivator, it was a joke, and they all felt that this was just an excuse for Jianchen to make a treasure for his destined disciple in the calculation.

How do you know that a word is a prophecy.

"Jianchen's disciple has appeared?" Xuan Ming asked.

"No," Luo Ningchuan shook his head, "After experiencing that great war, I was distracted from cultivating the way of calculus, and after exhausting ten thousand years of immortal yuan, I finally calculated that Jianchen's disciple was a sword spirit root. ”

"Sword Spirit Root!" Xuan Ming exclaimed, "From the ancient cultivation realm to the present, I have only seen one person with a sword spirit root, and later, that person became an immortal emperor, if it weren't for the protection of the entire immortal world, His Majesty would definitely not fall in that great battle." Jian Chen was really lucky, no wonder in his calculations, this disciple would one day resurrect his remnant soul. ”

Thinking of this, Xuan Ming was already relieved in his heart, and his eyebrows swept away with sorrow, "Since it is not Jianchen's disciple who triggers the mark, why are you blindly happy?"

Luo Ningchuan lowered his head and smiled, and took out a pot of immortal brew to drink with his friends, "It's not his disciple, can't it be my disciple? I had already calculated that the disciple of Jianchen was extremely talented, and he was able to reach the upper limit of the Gate of Artistic Conception for a hundred years without collapsing his Dao heart in such an extreme situation, and I couldn't help but envy it at that time. Who would have thought that the little guy who broke into the door of artistic conception now, actually regarded the desperate situation as an opportunity, and did not cultivate spiritual power, but only cultivated. ”

"Although the little guy is far behind Jianchen's apprentice in terms of talent, but this understanding, this mind, the future is limitless, it's hard to say who can go further. ”

"Since he chose this Gate of Will among the nine doors, he is destined for me, why should he be my disciple!" Luo Ningchuan took a sip of his drink, "Do you think I should laugh." ”

"However," Luo Ningchuan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and the words changed, "Since you want to be my disciple, it's not enough to just see through the trials set by Jianchen." ”

With a finger, an invisible immortal qi passed through the stratus clouds, penetrated the barrier of the world, and went down.

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Inside the Gate of Will, in the darkness, a beam of light suddenly descended, like a pair of big hands, tearing apart the darkness.

Layers of clouds and mist rose from under Chu Wuqing's feet, and the fog became thicker and thicker, and even his divine sense couldn't explore it.

Faintly, a small lamp lit up in front of him, illuminating a strange stone monument.

Before he could see what was carved on the stone tablet that suddenly appeared, a strong force suddenly pushed him from behind him, pushing him step by step into the depths of the clouds, and getting farther and farther away from the small stone tablet lamp.

In a hurry, only one poem was swept.

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