Celestial Tomb

A sneaky figure came to the barrier of the bamboo garden, the fairy robe brought a gust of yin wind, and the gestures were all immortal style, but between the originally handsome eyebrows, dyed with anger, looking at the thick black ghost fog barrier, the corners of the mouth hooked a malicious smile.

He saw with his own eyes that Gongsun Quan and the man in the ink shirt left the Heavenly Tomb, and now in this Heavenly Tomb, only the injured Shang Tian was just a mortal Lian Wuxin.

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't find a reason to give up the Heavenly Daolu at his fingertips, he thought of countless **** nights and nights of the Heavenly Daolu, the Tiandaolu that could achieve the great cause of the immortal path he dreamed of.

Now that his biggest threat is far away, he has an opportunity to take advantage of, how can he let it go?

The palm of the hand in the sleeve stretches out, the white and slender palm suddenly appears a hosta, the moon is white and jade, containing the green color of the stars, colorful and delicate, the hairpin head is a lotus bud that wants to bloom, from the hairpin reveals the faint lotus fragrance of the wisps of wisps, unique and chic.

This is obviously a women's ornament, but at this time it is in the hands of Wu Lingzi, and it seems to attach great importance to this ornament, which seems a little funny.

Wu Lingzi lifted the hosta, cooperated with his own immortal power, and drew a beam of brilliance from the hosta, dazzling, hitting the seemingly incomparably solid ghost mist barrier, and breaking through the ghost mist barrier.

Wu Lingzi's figure flashed slightly, and the person had disappeared from the end of the barrier and swept into the bamboo garden.

Shang Tian, who came out of the voice, his face was still pale, and when he saw Wu Lingzi, he secretly said that it was not good, this guy didn't leave, he must have wanted to take advantage of his internal organs at this time, and wanted to kill him and Wuxin.

"Wu Lingzi, you are so bold." Shang Tian is the number one disciple of the Innocent Palace, and everything in the Innocent Palace is in charge, and he is domineering and not angry.

Wu Lingzi's pupils shrank, and then he laughed arrogantly, laughing so much that tears splashed out, and his expression became more and more uninhibited.

Wu Lingzi raised the hosta in his hand, looked treacherous, and said, "My respected senior brother, do you still remember this thing?" ”

Shang Tian stared at the hosta in his hand and was immediately shocked and angry: "You, how dare you - it's you?" He couldn't believe his eyes, this hosta, which had been lost for hundreds of years, actually reappeared in Wu Lingzi's hands.

"I naturally dare, senior brother, didn't you hide this hairpin from your senior sister for your own personal feelings? How? I'm afraid that Senior Sister will get this thing and know her identity, will she leave you, Senior Brother? ”

"Shut up, you shut up-" Shang Tian was furious, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and the wound in his internal organs healed.

This is exactly the effect that Wu Lingzi wants, Shang Tian is too strong, too much stronger than him, even if he is seriously injured, he is not sure that he can defeat him, so he can only use words to provoke him, forcing him to be angry, and the injury will heal.

And Shang Tian has always been calm, as if nothing can cause his mood to fluctuate, however, his Achilles' heel is to practice Wuxin, as long as it is related to Lian Wuxin, all solid defenses will be self-defeating.

Just when Shang Tian was angry and vomiting blood, a beautiful shadow swept out of the bamboo house, swept to Shang Tian's side, stretched out his hand to support his swaying body, and Mingli's delicate face was full of anxiety: "Senior brother! In the blink of an eye, he saw Wu Lingzi's body again, and he was even more angry: "Wu Lingzi, you still dare to come." ”

Wu Lingzi sneered and looked mocking: "Why don't I dare to come?" He stretched out his hand and pointed at her and Shang Tian, and said, "You are just an injured mortal now, how can you be my opponent?" I advise you, obediently hand over the Heavenly Dao Record, I can still read it for the sake of the same door in the past, and spare your lives, otherwise—hum—"

There is also a chapter update in the evening.