Han Lin has been cultivating for more than 100 years, nearly 200 years.

From the rivers and lakes of the Yue Kingdom, to the Seven Feather Sect, to becoming a scattered cultivator of the Three Kingdoms, and then to the Beiyuan Immortal Cultivation Realm, he has experienced many people, many things, and many life and death crises during this period.

But when it comes to trust, the teenager I met when I was young is the most.

Even, more than Tsuru Lao.

This old man's origin is a mystery, his mind is deep, and he lacks a physical body, and he actually has a lot of thoughts in his heart.

Naturally, he will not do anything, and he will not fail people until he does not live up to him.

Only the teenager in front of him.

Arrogant, indifferent, the other party doesn't even see him as a friend, just an ordinary old man.

However, it is just that it can be trusted.

This is the answer given by his keen spirit.

Of course, as an immortal cultivator, no one is worth relying on completely, and there are thousands of temptations in Hongchen, which can only be said to be the most trusting, and the most important thing is self-improvement.

Han Lin thought to himself, other heavenly and earthly treasures are just that, exercises and secret techniques, etc., the person in front of him will never secretly be greedy for ink to hide, even if it is the exercises above the Yuan Infant.

On a security cordon.

The other party will never kill people and seize treasures, and monopolize the secret arts.

"Battlefield Fragments ...... Shattered World Sky"

Jiang Ding frowned.

If it's true,

Without any Daozi-level life-and-death crisis instinct, he can know that this is implicated in a big danger, once he provokes a character of this level, the other party has the ability to trace the source and exhaust a realm, the gap is too big.

However, the temptation is also great.

It's just a matter of transforming the gods.

If it is a refining inheritance, even if it is just a skin, it is enough to have a huge impact on the immortal sect and himself.

Xianmen, knowledge is open, and the limit of Xianmen is his limit.

Other words

If there is no accident, thousands of years later, he will be at the peak of the gods, the same as the ruling power of the Xianmen, falling into an almost eternal bottleneck, with no hope, deducing day and night, only seeking a chance for promotion.

Therefore, there was silence for a while, and there was no answer.

There was silence.

One day, two days......

January, two months......

From time to time, people passed by this grassland, and the Zhuji monks, and even the Jindan monks, passed by here, without looking at anyone in this direction.

Han Lin didn't dare to urge.

He knew that his proposal had almost shaken the other party's cultivation plan, and that his future path and possible enemies in the future had all changed dramatically, so it was difficult for him to make a choice.

Of course, he didn't understand any of this.

Danger, it is dangerous.

For so many years, he has been living like this, pursuing the path, surviving every time, and dying without regrets.

If one day, die on the way to find the way, there is no regret.

"Little friend."

The voice of Vicissitudes of Life was silent for a long time, and said, "Have you ever heard of immortal arts?" ”

Jiang Ding's pupils shrank.

The surrounding space rippled for a while, and he keenly sensed that this was an extremely high-level isolation and obscuring spell, and it might even implicate cause and effect.

"The demise of the Nine Heavens God Thunder Sect has something to do with this."

The voice of Vicissitudes said slowly: "Among the ruins of the Nine Heavenly God Thunder Sect of the Yue Kingdom, there is something that can be lent to Xiaoyou for a look. ”

"Han boy can also take a look."

He added.

The surrounding masking spells were even more massive, and the vicissitudes of life appeared a little weak.

Han Lin's body shook.

"Seal, Kai!"

Vicissitudes of life whispered.

The space in front of Han Lin's eyebrows was hazy for a while, and then, a gray corner of gravel appeared in front of the two of them.

The appearance is ordinary, gray-white, the size of a fist, with uneven edges, like a piece of gravel randomly picked up from the side of the road, and there is nothing unusual about it.

However, the moment it appeared, a ray of chaotic light flashed.

In an instant, everything froze.

Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, space, time, and even cause and effect are all frozen.

Vaguely, Jiang Ding saw that in the vast galaxy, an old man with fluttering sleeves and a blurred face pressed down with one palm, and thousands of worlds and laws were solidified for it, and then the mirror surface was shattered one by one, restored to the original chaotic appearance of the universe.

"Immortal Arts: Zhenkong!"

Hong Zhong Dalu's voice echoed in the galaxy.

It's been a long time, and it's been months.

The two solidified came to their senses.

Counting the time for a moment with the surrounding celestial phenomena and green grass, I couldn't help but change my complexion.

In their sea of consciousness, it was obviously only a moment, but the real time had passed for several months, and they were unconscious, if it weren't for the concealment spell, I was afraid that not a mortal with a sharp blade would be able to kill the two of them.

Jindan, mana, and divine souls have all been imprisoned and invalid!

Even the sense of time!

The two of them glanced at each other, and they could see the heartfelt panic in each other's eyes.

What Dao heart, what kind of mind, is useless in the face of this kind of gap, this is the instinct of living beings in the face of high-ranking beings.

"This is the reason for the demise of the Nine Heavens God Thunder Sect."

The vicissitudes of life said in a weak voice: "This is just a fragment less than one ten-thousandth in size, there is nothing supernatural, back then, what my sect once had was much larger than this one, and then perished." ”

"I ...... The Shen He Daoist secretly hid two fragments. ”

"Three thousand years ago, a young man similar to you walked out of the Nine Heavens Ruins of the Yue Kingdom, and after a thousand years, he returned, broke the outer space of the Nine Heavens Ruins with the Honor of the Gods, and took away another piece of fragment that was Xu Gao Gao, and the Nine Heavens Ruins abandoned the car to protect the handsome, cut part of the area, and escaped dangerously."

"I thought he would search this world exhaustively, and if he didn't find me, I wouldn't stop, and I was terrified all day long."

"But it didn't come, and it remains until today, 2,000 years later."

The vicissitudes of life were puzzled.

Jiang Ding took a deep breath.

That young man should be the last generation of Da Ri Jianzi.

He knew the style of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion very well, since this world had not become the appearance of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, and the Nine Heavens Ruins of the Yue Kingdom had not been found out, then the other party must have suffered some accident.

If not surprisingly, it should have something to do with the resemblance of this fragment.

"Immortal Arts: Castle ......"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

He remembered the talent test results of the Central Array Spirit Computer when he entered Qingfeng University, the diagram of the True Immortal of the Sword Dao.

The sword-hugging true immortals surrounded by nine chaotic black holes are respectively the sword of destroying gold, destroying wood, extinguishing water, extinguishing fire and destroying earth, the sword of destroying time and space, and the sword of destroying cause and effect.

Of course

Those are not the same as the immortal arts, but in the same direction, this type of immortal art is not swordsmanship.

"Little friend."

The vicissitudes of life put away the broken stone fragment and said: "The Nine Heavens fragment found by Han Xiaozi was also a part of the battlefield back then, there may be a little bit of broken stone with immortal art inheritance, the two are combined, maybe you can comprehend more things, and it will be of great benefit to you and me." ”

"Senpai, I'll go."

Jiang Ding bowed slightly, accepting this great favor.

The temptation was too great for him to bear.

It's a big deal, being noticed by an irresistible existence, he gave up this world and ran away, waiting until the transformation period, and the risk was barely within the range of bearing.

As far as he knew, within the small realm, there were at most god-transforming monks, and no matter how high they were, they couldn't stay inside the world.

"It's not reasonable to just share the secret techniques of the exercises you get."

Jiang Ding looked at Han Lin again and pondered for a moment: "If the danger you encounter is not beyond my ability, I will take a shot or two." ”

"In addition, the fragment is also a kind of secret technique, if I get the fragment, I can give it to you, but it needs to be within my line of sight."

"Thank you, Uncle Junior!"

Han Lin was overjoyed.

Jiang Ding then took the token to enter the Nine Heavens Fragment from his hand.

A little induction,

Finding that this Nine Heavens Fragment seemed to be still moving, it was known through the calculation of the formation of the Falling Void Sect inside the token that it would take about ten to twenty years to get close to this world, and then it would be possible to enter with the token teleportation.

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