The frequent use of karma had caused Lingzhi to feel severely overloaded, and he thought he could hold on, until he flew into the air and felt dizzy.

The ancient woods and trees are towering, like guardians of the roots, guarding the land. Lingzhi found a boulder in this strange forest and landed on the boulder steadily, and the birds perched around were scattered. Lingzhi pressed one weak hand on his chest, and the other hand held a white spear casually, judging from the color, the level was not high. Lingzhi took his body as the center, drew a circle in place with the radius of the tip of the spear, and then sat on the ground.

When there was no movement, the birds flew back, looked suspiciously at the stones, and then found nothing, and finally called freely and cheerfully again in the forest.

The playful Lingjue felt that the breath of Lingzhi had stopped, and rushed to the forest at full speed to protect Lingzhi, and within a while, the birds that didn't have time to escape became Lingjue's potted meal.

The young shoots on the thick branches looked vibrant, but unfortunately Lingjue was not a person who knew how to appreciate, he cut down the branches casually, and then they became a pile of firewood, and the poor young shoots were about to 'disappear before they could see the sun'.

Lingjue was eating bird meat while keeping an eye on the movements around him at all times, he knew that Lingjue would not normally use this technique of drawing the ground into a prison, unless it was absolutely necessary! This is also the greatest advantage of spiritual sense, and it is never ambiguous when it is time to be serious.

Lingzhi hid in the circle he had drawn, only to feel a pain in his head even more, and a familiar feeling permeated his surroundings, but he couldn't tell what it was.

After a while, Lingzhu felt like a huge mountain was pressed on his spirit, and he couldn't lift his head, just like he had drunk too much, as if he was still conscious but his body was not controlled.

Immediately afterward, Lingzhu felt that he couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground on the spot.

The Psychic was kept out and found nothing.

"Ming, you traitor!" a tall giant slumped on the ground with a giant hammer in his hand, his armor shattered and ready to fall to pieces. The spirit folded beside his palm, and when he saw the shattered armor falling, he hurriedly flew away to dodge. Unfortunately, he found out too late, and luckily, the fragments passed through his body without the slightest damage. Where is this? Is it a fragment of memory? But the fragment of the atavism has not moved, so what is all this?

"Curse, it was you who betrayed my father, the witch god Luo, you are the traitor!" The Wu clan known as Ming is also more than 10,000 feet tall, unarmoured, shirtless, and holding a huge ivory.

"The witch god Luo is wrong! it's wrong!" the witch giant called the curse looked respectful, but his face was full of pathos.

"It's really a big rebellion, since you dare to slander the Father, I want you to die without a place to be buried!" Ming gripped the chest of the ivory stabbing spell.

The ivory had not touched the spell, but it was covered with black streaks and smelled of rotten eggs.

"The witch god Luo is obsessed! If the witch god Xian really dies, our witch clan will be completely reduced to slavery! Don't you wake up?" The curse eyeballs turned into crimson wheels and spun wildly.

Ming felt the curse on the ivory, and without hesitation, he pulled out a long knife from the space, and then cut off his right hand. "You dare to attack me, it's an unforgivable crime!"

This time, the witch giant of the famous curse did not resist, looking at this young witch god who he had watched and grown up since childhood, his face showed an expression of relief.

The long knife stabbed into the mantra's body, and after a few moments, only one witch seed remained. Akira is close to trying to grab his loot. But the void only respected a young man who walked out again, "Brother, let's stop here! Do you really want to kill the master?"

The voice is small, but the tone is heavy.

"Fu, you are still young, and it is not your turn to meddle in the affairs of the father!" Ming's tone was tough. "Give me the witch seed of the spell!"

The young man known as Fu was less than eight thousand zhang tall, carrying a gourd and a flute, "Big brother, can you unify the Wu clan by killing the Great Witch God Xian Father?"

"What, you want to disobey the Father, too?" Ming's face turned pale.

"That's not the case, the top ten witch god fathers are ranked tenth, even if the three great witch gods all die, our father god will not get the result he wants!" Fu was a little excited.

Ming looked at the younger brother in front of him, his eyes were a little unbearable, "The immortals in the Gu Immortal Realm will contribute, we can, believe in Father, don't do stupid things!"

"You're the one who did the stupid thing!you're going to destroy the witch clan!Brother, persuade the Father!" Fu's voice was a little hoarse.

The picture then cracked, and Lingzhi seemed to have experienced a dream, and when he woke up, Lingzhu was sweating all over his body.

Isn't it a traitor in the memory of the ancestors? Could it be that Ming is the ancestor? However, at this moment, the remaining memory fragments in my mind seemed to come to life. Lingzhi felt a sharp pain in his head, and then lost consciousness again.

After half a pillar of incense, Lingzhi woke up faintly, and the headache gradually disappeared. But he felt as if he had forgotten something! Just like after waking up from a dream in his previous life, he knew that he had dreamed, but he couldn't remember what he had dreamed.

Out of habit, Ling Zhi didn't continue to dwell on this matter, after all, can there be any big deal in a dream? The most important thing is to find out the cause of his headache. Lingji closed his eyes and examined his own body carefully, then muttered, "Are you really okay?"

The painting of the ground as a prison has long disappeared, and Lingjue sees Lingzhi sitting in place, and finally talks to himself like a fool, and he doesn't know whether to disturb for a while. After Lingzhen's eyes were clear, Lingjue stepped forward, "Big brother, are you okay?"

Lingji jumped off the boulder, patted Lingjue on the shoulder, and said, "It's okay, I'm worried about you! ”

Lingjue also felt that Lingzhu was okay through his own careful observation, so he didn't bother more about the Lingzhu state, "Big brother, the distance is less than a thousand miles, and there are already more than three half-immortals who have arrived!"

"So fast, is there a conflict?"

"That snake is extremely cunning, and if you feel so many demi-immortals, you will definitely not show up. Lingjue analyzed, "But don't worry! That elephant snake is in such a hurry to return shows that there is indeed a big secret here, even if it is not the mystery of becoming an immortal, at least it is a fairy grass that can enhance the cultivation of the half-immortal, and the half-immortals around here are all careful to live, and they are all very shrewd, and this point of vision is still there! Now there has been no conflict, which means that the treasure has not been found, if they really find the secret of the elephant snake, but we naturally know the whereabouts of the elephant snake." ”

Lingjue straightened his sleeves and didn't speak for a long time, he felt that something was attracting him here!

Lingjue saw Lingfang's brows furrowed, and whispered, "Big brother, what should we do?"

"Don't wait!

Lingjue felt that this suggestion was very unreasonable, but he didn't refute it, he felt that the eldest brother naturally had the reason of the eldest brother.

If you know that Lingzhi only does things by feeling, I am afraid that I will vomit three liters of blood before I will stop.