"Hehe, what a gift. ”

In the northwest, in the gap between the Demon Sect and the Righteous Path, the large army of the Blood Clan, which was supposed to be lurking in Jianye, had set off a day earlier and arrived here all the way to the starry night.

The Demon Sect, who was now in a cooperative relationship with them, informed them through secret channels two days ago that there was a big gift here, a big gift that was so heavy that Lin Ming directly chose to temporarily put aside the grievances between himself and Mo Ye.

This gift is Zhou Xinyan.

Urging the evil art to force the young lady in the middle of the Yuan Infant to admit defeat, he is still unconscious - of course, this is not rigorous, because although Zhou Xinyan's mind seems to have fallen into a coma, the true yuan and spiritual power in his body have not stopped for a moment.

One of the characteristics of 'going mad' is the uncontrolled spontaneous flow of energy in the body, but generally speaking, the higher the cultivation level, the faster people die after falling into the state of 'going mad', and their death is generally an explosion.

Lin Ming looked at Zhou Xinyan, who was simply encased in an iron cage, and his eyes seemed to be watching a treasure mountain.

"'Yao Ri Jue'? interesting, interesting. ”

No one dared to touch Zhou Xinyan in this state, even Hei Yuan, who guarded him and waited until Lin Ming and his party arrived here and had a grudge against Zhou Xinyan, did not dare to point a finger at Zhou Xinyan, just like no one dared to smoke on the side of the tanker truck in the unloading operation. However, when Hei Yuan and the others left, Lin Ming began to play with Zhou Xinyan's brain.

Facing Zhou Xinyan for a whole day, he not only read the exercises that Zhou Xinyan knew, but more importantly, he knew all the secrets of Zhou Xinyan and all the experience of practicing all the way to the Yuan Infant stage and the experience of fighting against the enemy. Theoretically speaking, the current Lin Ming is a Yuan Infant Stage monk who has not yet had the support of the Yuan Infant True Yuan.

"True Ancestor...... It's a hot potato. ”

Chen Ziqiang said on the side, under Hei Yuan's special explanation, the blood clan did not move Zhou Xinyan without authorization, and in the past day, the people who wanted to pierce their fangs into Zhou Xinyan's body to taste whether the blood of the Yuanying Monk was sweeter had gradually lost their patience, and the debate about how to deal with this 'great gift' was one after another. Since Lin Ming didn't want anyone to disturb him reading Zhou Xinyan's memory, everyone kept arguing elsewhere. From quarreling to fighting, to playing voting, and finally back to quarreling, at this moment Chen Ziqiang came to Lin Ming's face, looking at his expression, it should be that the whole debate has finally come to a conclusion.

"The power of the Yuan Infant Monk's self-detonation is far greater than any nuclear bomb in the world today, and if used well, this is indeed a powerful weapon. But no one knew if he would wake up suddenly, and no one except Xiao Boxing could accurately and professionally detonate the nuclear bomb. ”

Obviously, this is a comprehensive resolution that has been reached after various rational and irrational discussions, commonly known as 'and thin mud', and Chen Ziqiang stood behind Lin Ming and respectfully brought one of them together,

"However, Xiao Boxing is not trustworthy, and this 'nuclear bomb' cannot move at will. This is a chicken rib for our current actions in the Heaven and Middle Realm, and the Demon Sect's handing over Zhou Xinyan to us is nothing more than a temptation, testing the True Ancestor's means and the true goal of this operation. ”

"Needless to say, I've made up my mind. ”

Analyzing the memories of Yuanying Monk is still a little troublesome for Lin Ming, especially the guy who is in a state of madness and confusion, just like a computer with a disordered password, Lin Ming interrupted Chen Ziqiang's words.

"Give me eight more hours, I'll be of great use to this man. ”

There was no emotion in Lin Ming's tone, but Chen Ziqiang inexplicably felt a gust of wind passing through his body.

Obviously, since he was transformed into a blood clan, he would no longer feel cold, and the cold that Chen Ziqiang felt was something called 'killing intent'.

"Yes!"

Chen Ziqiang is a smart man, and he took advantage of the situation to retire.

In the past whole day, Lin Ming has just circled around the iron cage, as far as Chen Ziqiang is concerned, he can't understand what Lin Ming is doing at all, but since Lin Ming said that he is 'very useful', then Chen Ziqiang can only go back and let the blood clan continue to pull the skin for eight hours.

This is the realm of the 'Three Regardless' realms, and there are neither righteous people who enforce the law nor people from the Demon Sect who commit crimes, and they are very safe here.

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After the mysterious virus in China shifted the attention of many Chinese people from diplomatic issues to 'food safety' and 'medical care' issues, the eyes of the monks who were superior to others also shifted overnight from all kinds of intrigue calculations and infighting, and all kinds of despair that felt that there was no hope of spiritual cultivation and no longevity, to the surprise of the 'mythical race' reappearing in the world.

"Lao Zhao, are you telling the truth?"

In the imperial capital, four 'elders' in the true sense of the word gathered together rarely, they were Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li. Each of them has only a surname, no first name. In the tide of the times, their titles alone are enough to stand out from the crowd.

At this moment, the four old men are deep in a building located at the bottom of the lake, and the transparent glass above the four sides put the scenery of the lake into the interior, and the water ripples and fish are dizzying, which is a rare spectacle.

However, no one here has the heart to enjoy the scenery.

"Old Qian, you have all tested my yin and yang diagram, and the breath in it is basically the same as the breath of the angels left by the ancestors, and in terms of the concentration and quantity of this breath, I can't get so many goods even if I lie to make everyone happy. ”

Zhao Lao, who appeared in Jianye earlier, was sitting on the main seat, and at this moment, he was looking helplessly at an old man sitting opposite him.

"This breath really can't be faked, but the stakes are so great that we can't be completely convinced without seeing the Lord and the living creatures. Moreover, the reappearance of the mythical race in the world means that the spiritual power of heaven and earth is hopeful, but it also means chaos. Back then, the ancestors killed almost all the gods, and it is difficult to guarantee that these mythical races are not here to take revenge, and I heard that as soon as the other party appeared this time, he fought with the people under the Wei family, and the comer was not good. ”

This time, it was an old man sitting on the left hand side of Zhao Lao, and several of them sat around a table according to the sitting method of playing mahjong.

"It's good if you don't come, if you're afraid, you're afraid that you won't come. Some time ago, when the kid of the Zhou family broke through the Yuanying, I was already wondering, you said that such a thing that was about to be stuck in the Jindan period was about to break through, and I was so shocked that I calculated a hexagram at the time, what happened to the result? My thousand-year-old turtle shell was directly broken. I estimate that the mythical race has reappeared at that time, and the kid of the Zhou family is lucky, but it is also a blessing to him, and it is also thanks to Lao Zhao to make a special trip, so that we, the old guys who have sealed themselves, have the opportunity to break the seal, have the opportunity to reproduce the majesty of the year in this era, and even go further. ”

The person who spoke this time was the old man sitting on the right hand side of Zhao Lao, and there was a smile in his eyes that were so cloudy that he could not distinguish the whites of his eyes from his pupils.