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As soon as this aura changed, it immediately turned into a white snake and roared towards the ice crystals. www.biquge.info The ice crystals suddenly froze, Lin Sen's hands changed, and he shouted softly: "Explosion!"

Suddenly, the ice crystals immediately burst one after another, turning into an endless cold storm and sweeping straight towards the white snake.

The tall and thin old man snorted coldly, and as soon as his hands changed, the white snake immediately transformed into a thousand zhang in size, and it spit out a huge letter, rushing through the cold storm and devouring Lin Sen without hindrance.

Lin Sen's body retreated sharply, but at this moment, the voice of the old man came from his ears: "What are you running, have a good understanding of the artistic conception of the Divine Cultivator!"

Lin Sen hesitated slightly, but his mind was always vigilant, if there was any danger, he would not hesitate to sacrifice the Heavenly Tribulation Silk. Of course, this is a last resort that can only be done as a last resort.

Hearing the old man's words, Lin Sen took a deep breath, and finally gritted his teeth, his body remained motionless, and he let the huge white snake swallow towards him.

The old man looked at Lin Sen, his eyes showed a hint of appreciation, Lin Sen's struggle just now, although the surface did not show the slightest clue, but with the old man's experience, how could he not see it. His right hand moved slightly, and suddenly an undetectable aura appeared in front of Lin Sen's body.

At this moment, the white snake swallowed Lin Sen with a burst of "sizzling" sound and air waves. Lin Sen's body trembled immediately, and he felt a huge impact suddenly rushing into his body. It's just that the impact seems to be ferocious, but it actually falls on his body, like a breeze, without any aggression and without causing him any discomfort.

But in this breath, there is a trace of grief, which is a trace of artistic conception contained in the magic power of this tall and thin old man, this artistic conception is like a heavenly might, so that Lin Sen can't resist at all. Read the full text of the latest chapter

At this time, if he used some magic weapons, then under the extreme resistance, he might not have such a deep feeling, but at this moment, in order to experience this artistic conception, he did not use any magic weapons, so it can be said that he felt the artistic conception attack of the monk of the Transformation Period.

The old man's eyes flashed, his right hand was raised, and suddenly a trace of white breath floated out from Lin Sen's heavenly spirit, and under the condensation, a small white snake was formed, floating in the old man's hand, while Lin Sen took a deep breath and slowly recovered.

He felt the artistic conception of the other party at that moment just now, a kind of sad artistic conception, and he thoroughly understood it, this kind of opportunity is hard to find.

The old man pinched his hand, and the white snake in his hand immediately collapsed. The tall and thin old man's face was quite ugly, staring at the old man, and said, "The seniors are here, I'm afraid it's for your disciples to break through the Yuanying Perception Artistic Conception!"

The old man smiled and said, "You can go back, and you will be next!"

As he spoke, the old man pointed to the middle-aged scribe in a white robe. I saw the middle-aged scribe's eyes flash, staring at the old man and saying, "The predecessors cultivated to the heavens, but my Ethereal Sect is not a person who is manipulated at will!"

The old man was quite impatient, he slapped the golden lion under the gas seat fiercely, and said angrily: "Evil animal, the old man told you to be quiet, you want to scream, annoying the old man, you look good!"

The golden lion looked aggrieved, it glared at the white-clothed scribe fiercely, and suddenly roared angrily, and a devastating force could only rush out immediately, and everyone's faces changed, they didn't expect that just the other party's mount had such power.

When they were frightened, they fled one after another, and in the face of the sound waves, countless spaces were shattered, and all the Yuan Infant Cultivators suddenly had a danger of death. The five Avatar Monks are about to use their supernatural powers to resist.

But at this moment, the old man shouted angrily again: "What are you roaring, I really don't understand the rules!" As the old man shouted, the roar suddenly dissipated, and the surrounding space immediately returned to normal, as if nothing had happened just now, making everyone all shocked.

The scene just now of the old man was obviously intentional, this move pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, but it made everyone in the Ethereal Sect angry and did not dare to speak.

"Junior, don't say it's you, even if your ethereal ancestors come, the old man is not afraid. The old man glanced at Lin Sen proudly, and snorted coldly at the middle-aged scribe: "Interesting, come out quickly, old man, I don't have much patience!" As he spoke, he pointed at the middle-aged man again.

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, his eyes were solemn, his body was scooped, and he took a few steps. He glanced at Lin Sen and said, "If I could have had such an opportunity to comprehend the artistic conception back then, I would definitely have been able to take a lot of detours, alas!" As he spoke, he flipped his right hand, and a white paper fan suddenly appeared.

At the moment when the white paper fan appeared, Lin Sen suddenly remembered that Shizun Bai was at ease, but in comparison, Shizun was more elegant.

At the same time, the old man's eyes stared, looking at the jade pendant under the white paper fan, his heart moved, and a kind smile appeared on his face.

The middle-aged scribe waved the paper fan lightly, and immediately a strong qi attacked Lin Sen. This aura seemed ordinary, but when it approached Lin Sen, it suddenly turned into a huge light curtain, completely enveloping Lin Sen.

"The artistic conception of the text, you have a good understanding!"

In that light curtain, Lin Sen suddenly felt a sense of elegance, and the spiritual power and Yuan Ying in his body slowly trembled under this feeling.

At this time, Lin Sen seemed to look at the countless words in front of him, and suddenly appeared in the stroke of the middle-aged man's pen, and they all merged into his heavenly spirit. Lin Sen felt the artistic conception of the words, at this moment, he forgot all the killing, and even the determination to transform into a god became ethereal at this moment, under this feeling, Lin Sen even had a sense of writing from the text.

It seems that in everything in the world, only words are his only interest. At this moment, Lin Sen slapped the Qiankun bag, and a world-creating pen flew out of it. Lin Sen grabbed it, and suddenly waved his pen in the void and wrote three big characters:

"What is the Tao?"

Immediately afterwards, these three words turned into a forbidden breath, and directly rushed out of the light curtain and suddenly flew towards the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe sighed lightly, waved his right hand, and was immediately blocked by his white paper fan.

And at this moment, the light curtain dissipated, Lin Sen took a deep breath, if it wasn't for the fact that the world-creating pen contained Yizun Dao Thoughts just now, so as to awaken the crystal of Yizun Dao Thoughts in his body and make himself sober. Otherwise, he was already completely immersed in the other party's artistic conception, this feeling was extremely terrifying, and he had another fear of the god-transforming monk.

"That's a good question. ”

At this moment, the middle-aged scribe looked at the three ink characters on the white paper fan in his hand, and even he couldn't help but show a trace of appreciation to Lin Sen.

The old man raised his eyes and nodded slightly. At this time, his gaze swept again, and finally landed on a black-robed old man standing in the distance. His eyes lit up, and he smiled and said, "You, yes, come here!"

The black-robed old man didn't even look at Lin Sen, and said to the old man: "The old man's artistic conception, the one who perceives it will die!"

The old man's eyes flashed, he slapped the golden lion's head fiercely, and shouted: "Noise! There is Lao Tzu here, which of you has this ability!" After speaking, the golden lion under him glared at the black-robed old man fiercely, bared his teeth, and transferred all his dissatisfaction to the black-robed old man.

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