Is this the power of God? It is equivalent to the seventh-tribulation ghost immortal to the eighth-level ghost immortal, which is a bit interesting, but it ends here. ”

Through the monitoring screen, the blow of the gods was similar to the feeling of smashing it with the dark star when the Dark Emperor first met, strong is strong, but that's it.

Lin Xin hesitated whether to personally solve the two of them, and then he could logically pocket the entire continent.

Although there may be problems in the future, such as sending people across the Warcraft Forest to occupy the territory and cleaning up the residual influence of the Warcraft, these problems are still acceptable compared to harvesting.

"My lord, Raffi is back, and Miss Raffi is back with an old man."

And Gule, who had just gone out not long ago, went and returned, and said with some embarrassment.

Knowing this, he didn't report it before, how embarrassing it was, and he had to come, on the one hand, to inform Rafi that he didn't have to consume the resources of the Divine Cult when he came back, and on the other hand, the old man's name was one of the people in the danger list announced by Lin Xin in the past, so he felt that it was still necessary to report to Lin Xin.

"Coming back? You check to see if Lafite is okay, and then give the old man some gifts, and you can do it. ”

Lin Xin nodded, not taking it to heart, at this time, the Sea of Warcraft had already been slaughtered half, and what decision she had to make had to be made as soon as possible.

"But... The old man, who claimed to be Beirut. ”

"Huh? Wait, you say his name is Beirut! ”

Lin Xin finally reacted, turned his head suddenly, and looked at Gule, his purple pupils slowly turned golden, and the invisible coercion was like an abyss and a sea slowly pressing, even if it was stronger than the ordinary holy realm, Gule was a little out of breath at this time.

"Yes."

Gule barely spit out a word, and Lin Xin also found something, retracted his momentum, and looked in the direction of the academy.

Gule didn't say anything, he hadn't noticed it yet, but now that he looked closely, a large amount of elemental power there had gathered into a huge funnel vortex, and it seemed that there was an extremely terrifying power brewing in it.

Looking at the tide of demonic beasts that were about to be slaughtered on the screen, Lin Xin casually closed the screen of the main hall, sat on the main seat, and quietly watched the huge whirlpool, as if thinking about something.

Not long after the time passed, Lin Xin stood up.

"Interesting, I'm not looking for him, he's coming to the door first, let's go, let's go meet that Beirut."

"Yes."

After Lin Xin left the headquarters of the Primal God Sect, he took Gule and walked straight to the academy.

Soon came to the location where Lin Lei was.

At this time, in addition to Lin Lei and Rafi, there was an old man standing beside him, talking to Lin Lei, and teasing the little shadow mouse Beibei raised by Lin Lei.

"Teacher!"

Lin Lei immediately noticed Lin Xin's arrival and waved his hand happily.

Lin Xin nodded slightly and looked at the old man, who was wearing a black robe and also looked at it with a pair of old and deep eyes.

"You're Lin Xin."

The old man said with a smile.

"I've seen Lord Beirut."

Lin Xin smiled slightly and bowed to the other party.

Although the old man did not deliberately reveal it, the aura on his body far surpassed the god level, and the two god levels he saw before were like a small puddle and a gap between the ocean and the ocean, or even more.

"My grandson has your disciples to take care of."

Beirut stroked the hair of the little shadow mouse Beibei, and spoke slowly.

"These are all the credits of Lin Lei, and the younger generations dare not take credit."

Lin Xin's tone was respectful, and Lin Lei and Rafei next to him looked confused, thinking that the other party was just Beibei's elder, but he didn't expect that he could attract so much attention from his teacher (ancestor), who is this old man.

"It's okay."

The old man waved his hand.

"Without your help, my grandson wouldn't have grown up so fast."

"Twitter, twitter!"

Beibei on the palm of Beirut's hand expressed a strong protest, games such as boiling rats in an oil pot, electric shock mice, and running a little mouse are not help at all, that is animal cruelty, Beirut laughed when he watched!

"Haha, my grandson said that you bullied it, and I was going to give you a gift, but in this case, then I won't give it, I won't give it."

Lin Xin's gaze shifted to Beirut's hand, and glared fiercely at the smug Beibei, although for her, unless Beirut gave her the main godhead, other things didn't mean much to her, but the things that were originally given to her were gone, so angry.

"But I can see that you're only one step away from becoming a god."

After calming the little shadow mouse, Beirut said calmly.

Lin Xin was stunned for a moment, he didn't make a move, since the other party could see it, but the other party shouldn't have seen the progress of his fusion law, otherwise he wouldn't have asked like this.

"Thirty years later."

Beirut smiled faintly.

"The cemetery of the gods will be opened, that is the cemetery of the gods, and it is also your greatest opportunity, when there was a great war, countless gods fell, among which the godheads and weapons of the fallen were left in the tomb, you can come then, if you are lucky, get one or two godheads, I am afraid that you can refine into gods in an instant."