Chapter Two Thousand and Sixty-Seven: The Deadline Is Approaching
Zhen Lihou was momentarily stunned.
Early?
It's so simple, and the cloud is light and the wind dissolves his momentum and coercion?
Although it is said that Zhenli Hou did not really fight with Sunan, if he relied on the strength of Sunan Wuhuang Realm, this kind of coercion alone would be enough for him to drink a pot, just like back then, forcing Sunan like a dead dog, so that he couldn't raise his head.
But now, Sunan was able to walk out of the momentum so plainly, and couldn't help but shrink Zhenli Hou's pupils, could it be that this guy broke through the Divine Monarch Realm?
According to the year, even if there are countless spirit beads in southern Sunan, it should not break through the Divine Monarch Realm, could it be that this guy has some powerful magic weapon?
Zhenli Hou turned his head and watched Sunan enter the White Lord's Palace, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
When Sunan came to the door of the White Lord's Palace, he saw an old acquaintance, Wang Hu.
When Wang Hu saw Sunan coming back, his face was suddenly full of worry, "Su Changqing, you didn't meet Zhenli Hou when you went out just now, right?"
The grievances between Sunan and Zhenli Hou are known all over the world, Wang Hu is also worried that Sunan will be targeted by Zhenli Hou, although the white main force protects Sunan, but the white lord is seriously ill at this juncture, if Zhenli Hou is really desperate to make a move on Sunan, I am afraid that others may not be able to stop it.
Sunan smiled indifferently, "I ran into it, it's okay." ”
Today's Sunan does not have the ability to compete head-on with Zhenli Hou, but Sunan is never afraid of him, if Zhenli Hou dares to play yin, Sunan will definitely let him die without knowing how to die.
Wang Hu also showed a hint of shock on his face, he couldn't imagine that the little city lord who relied on a long knife to rob tombs back then had actually grown to this point, and he didn't even pay attention to Zhenli Hou, could it be that there were only seven statues in the world that could make Su Changqing face it?
If someone else asks to see him, Wang Hu will be sent away directly, but only two people have been specially explained, as long as they come, they can come in directly.
One is Zhenli Hou, and the other is Su Changqing.
Walking into the courtyard of the white lord, the original magnificent and magnificent building has become a lot simpler, several pillars stand in a forest, three or five yellow orioles chirp, there is a kind of chrysanthemum under the east fence, leisurely see the feeling of Nanshan.
"You're here. ”
An emaciated figure came out of the room, threw out a handful of millet, and fed it to the orioles, full of green silk, mixed with a strand of white hair, flowing down the sideburns, extremely conspicuous.
"See the Venerable. ”
The white lord is still calmly feeding the birds, and he doesn't seem to care about the arrival of Sunan at all, and the whole person has become quiet and silent, as if the spiritual level has been sublimated.
"I haven't seen you for more than ten years, but are you okay?"
The white lord didn't ask anything, about the four schools, about the Beihai Immortal Wizard, and even about where Sunan had gone in the past ten years, he was indifferent, and the white lord was moody when he heard the river, so it was even more difficult to figure out the intentions.
"It's fine. ”
Originally, the two of them had a belly of words, and they had a stomach of problems to talk to each other, and they could see each other, but for some reason, they couldn't say a word.
Sunan looked at the lonely figure of the white lord feeding the birds, and suddenly felt that he was a little pitiful and pathetic.
has lived under power all his life, and now, I don't know if he is playing with power, or if power is playing with him.
Lord Bai threw away all the millet in his hand, suddenly stunned, and smiled bitterly, "Time flies so fast." ”
I don't know if this sentence is talking about the time to feed the birds, or something else.
Turning his head, he met Sunan's gaze, and said lightly, "There are some things, if you look at it, it doesn't matter, when you are young, you have great ambitions, and when you reach middle age, you are selfish and selfish, and you have the strength of life, and you want to do something for the people in the world, but you can't do it." Wrong, really wrong. ”
After saying this, the white lord raised his head and looked up at the sky, his eyes showed a trace of guilt, at this time, the young and handsome white lord revealed a trace of the temperament of an old man, which actually made Sunan have a feeling of old age.
"Your Excellency...... But is the end of the day?"
If it was Sunan more than ten years ago, even if he knew this result, he would never dare to ask, and at this time, Sunan's vision and cultivation were completely different from before, and asking this sentence made Wen Jiang a little stunned.
In fact, many people have already guessed it, but no one dares to say it.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Wen Jiang's mouth, and then he nodded.
The deadline is approaching.
Immortal Venerable Realm, after all, can't live forever, can't seek a breakthrough at a higher level, so you can only wait for the longevity to run out.
When he was young, he had great ambitions, and the Seven Honors defeated the Heavenly Demons and helped the Linglong Ancestor to kill the Heavenly Demons.
With the loss of time, Qizun gradually tasted the taste of power, only to find that power is more terrible than poison, once contaminated, it cannot be put down.
Their original intentions gradually changed, and they even put on makeup to kill Fuyao Bird, in order to keep their country in this projectile land, now that I think about it, it's really ridiculous.
Now, the white lord knows that his limit is approaching, at most he has a hundred years of life left, and the immortal realm is still 108,000 miles away from him, if he waits for a hundred years later, the heavenly demons invade again, and there is one less powerhouse in the immortal realm in this world, how can he resist the heavenly demons?
Power, fame and fortune, life does not bring death, and after Wen Jiang's death, what he left behind was just the name of a former immortal realm, and everything else went with the wind.
ruled the world, but failed to do anything for the world, Wen Jiang was unwilling.
Suddenly, Wen Jiang said, "Su Changqing, there is something I need you to do." It's up to you. ”
Sunan was stunned and said, "But Danwang is an all-star?"
Wen Jiang shook his head, "No, you don't have to take the matter of alchemy for me to heart." What I want you to do is to go and find Linglong Mountain, find the place where Linglong Ancestor sits, and look for ...... The heir of the exquisite sword. ”
Sunan's pupils shrank, this was the first time he had heard about Linglong Ancestor from Qizun's mouth.
Wen Jiang ignored Sunan's expression, and said to himself, "Back then, the Linglong Ancestor tried his best to defeat the Heavenly Demon, but he ended up ruined, and was misunderstood by the people of the world, and died with hatred. In this world, only the seven of us know that when Linglong Ancestor sat down, he had already broken through the immortal realm!
In this world, the Immortal Venerable Realm is rare, but the Linglong Ancestor can break through immortality with this thin aura, do you know what kind of magical power this is?
This world, sooner or later, will face danger, and we can't let the world be ruined in the hands of the seven of us. Su Changqing, go find the heir of the Linglong Sword Master, if you want to save this world, we ...... He is needed. ”
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