Between heaven and earth, a qiē returns to silence!

The voices that never stopped, but never went unnoticed, sounded again.

Whoa, whoa!

The rain was pouring down, dense and boundless.

The thick dark clouds in the sky were so solemn that it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

Is it over?

Is it all over in one qiē?

Boom, boom!

The loud sound is like thunder, and the light is like electricity.

High in the middle of the mountain, the white-haired and black-clothed blood slave and the demon fairy Duguyue, you come and go, it is difficult to separate. The gods in the sea of blood are like the moon. On the light curtain, the god of thunder is like the sky, and the dragon and the earthworm dragon are all different, and this qiē fantasy is like a dream.

Legend has it that the moon famine, human beings, are the spirit of all things. Wisdom is like the sea, and it is very sensitive. They looked up at the heavens, the earth, and the stars, and looked down on the vast earth. Able to rely on the body of a mortal. Penetrate the mysteries of the universe, and then master the mysterious power of nature, and then be able to fly in the sky and travel between heaven and earth.

What's more, with the help of magic weapons and secret skills, he can easily split mountains and slash mountains, and he can do anything.

The battle between the blood slave and Duguyue is the best interpretation for people to sit!

However, in the history of the Moon Famine, the longest duration, the most tortuous process, and the most peculiar magic used by the contestants, the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, finally fell at the moment when the illusion of the Thunder God was shattered and Duguyue vomited blood.

A happy end!

Only on the square. The huge white jade statue of the woman is still there, proving that it has just been a qiē.

Beside her, in front of the bottomless pit, a figure with white hair and black clothes. Stand still!

"Is it over?

In the heavy rain, Lin Zhongyu raised his head and let the endless cold rain wash over his body.

Lift your head and breathe deeply.

At this moment, only an old voice was heard. "Moon Desolation Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, the final competition!

In the sound of heavy rain, Banjieshan Square was quiet!

This old voice was not loud, but it was rolling like thunder, resounding in people's hearts. At the same time, people all looked up at the square.

Lin Zhongyu had a sharp pain in his chest, stumbled and almost fell!

"Blood slave wins, blood slave wins!" These three words, if there is an echo in Lin Zhongyu's ears, they will echo tens of millions. But at this moment, the big head of the earthworm dragon came to him. A black coffin, with a smooth surface, stained with water and mud. Probably caused by the explosion just now!

Lin Zhongyu raised his hand and touched the slightly warm and moist coffin, and his body trembled slightly.

His eyes warmed up uncontrollably, "You know what? I really did it!"

Lin Zhongyu said deeply to himself, or to the coffin in front of him!

Suddenly, there was a flash of brilliance, and a huge and incoherent vague figure descended into the sky above the Banjie Mountain, and said with a blank voice: "Fellow Daoists, just now this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference ended successfully. Please ask the elders and disciples of each sect to prepare a little. The conference has entered the final link of the closing session!"

After the figure finished speaking, it vanished.

After everyone heard the voice. They looked at each other and froze for a moment. Finally, I don't know how long it took, but I heard a loud voice from one person: "It's over." It's over. The first place in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference! is the blood slave !!"

After a moment's hesitation, the voice finally said the word "blood slave".

These two words undoubtedly thundered in the sky, rolling the ground and thunder, falling into the crowd, and suddenly exploded.

"Oh, it's a big upset!"

"Xiao Xianziguo is an extraordinary person, just a domestic slave, and he was able to win the first place!"

"I have long seen that the Blood Slave Heavenly Court is full and the Earth Pavilion is round. Blessed look"

"What nonsense? The blood slave is like a mountain, and there is a genius mole on the corner of his eyebrows. That's only one genius in a million."

The blood slave wears a mask, and how do these people know what he looks like. As the so-called gravel gold in the mouth, the accumulation of broken bones. Many young girls even fantasize that under the ugly mask of this blood slave, there is a shocking picture. Handsome and beautiful face.

For a while, the winter was talking, shouting loudly, and the enthusiasm was high, and I don't know if it was because of this. The rain began to light down. No matter what people say, nothing is the same

At this moment, everyone's eyes looking at Lin Zhongyu have begun to change, and there is surprise in it. There is disdain. When they saw the huge white jade woman statue beside Lin Fengyu and the strange divine beast earthworm dragon, they couldn't help but show a trace of envy!

However, Lin Zhongyu was unconscious, and at some point he stretched out an arm and pressed it against the black coffin.

I saw that Lin Zhongyu's face was pale, and beads of sweat appeared slightly on his forehead. At this moment, if it weren't for the fact that he was half leaning on the black coffin, and had the support of the earthworm dragon's body. He might even fall to the ground!

He put one hand on his chest and one hand supported his body, and his body trembled slightly!

"Why?

Lin Zhongyu asked himself with some hatred.

Because the moment he touched his chest, he was surprised to discover the fact that his heart had stopped beating at some point. He felt it more vaguely. His body was involuntarily sucking in the dark aura that escaped from heaven and earth.

That aura is exactly the most and deepest ghost aura in the ghost world!

The ghost qi enters the body, and the ghost clan is incarnated! Lin Zhongyu knew from the mouth of the night ghost. What's even more terrifying is that Lin Zhongyu felt that there was an inexplicable suction force falling from the sky in his heavenly spirit, and this power was constantly strengthening with the entry of ghost qi into his body!

The power of the reincarnation heavenly disk is unfathomable to the true gods.

Do you really want to leave your body and go to the ghost world?

However, what made Lin Zhongyu even more shocked was that he was still alive, still thinking, and even breathing.

What the hell is this?

At this moment, I only heard a lot of talk around me, and the heavy rain in the sky also stopped. It's not that there is a Daodao gaze that swept over Lin Zhongyu's body.

Those eyes of envy, jealousy, or admiration, Lin Zhongyu didn't dare to think about it since he was a child. Now the first place in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, the cultivation is as high as the sky, and the aura of the moon desolation is the leader of the younger generation and so on. However, Lin Zhongyu did not have the slightest joy, but had boundless sourness!

I just hope that this ghost spirit will be slower, slower! The reward meeting will be faster, faster!

At the same time that Lin Zhongyu was secretly praying, on the high platform in front of him, it had already been arranged.

As the crowd gradually gathered, the dense crowd of people made the high platform three layers inside and three layers outside. However, Lin Zhongyu, the first place in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, was left out in the cold and no one took care of him.

Only an old voice was heard from afar, and after a meaningful declaration, the elders of the various factions and others sitting on both sides nodded their heads and agreed very much. The Ten Thousand Immortals Reward Conference has finally begun.

However, he saw a white-haired old man standing in front of a huge table in the center of the field and said, "Venerable Heavenly Master, now I invite the first blood slave of this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference to come to the stage, and the Elder of the Three Qing Divine Sword Sect will award him the first prize of this association, "Fuji Petals"!"

As soon as this voice came out, the audience was silent.

People don't show much enthusiasm for the "Fuji Petal", because the Fuji Petal, although the legend says that it is miraculous, but this is at best just a medicinal herb.

If it weren't for someone close to you, what would be the use of it in the midst of a critical illness? Although this treasure may be able to save someone's life in times of crisis, after so long, who can know whether these petals are effective or not.

The most surprising thing was the first person in this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference...... Blood Slave!

This man who has earned people's attention since the beginning of the game, dresses and behaves strangely, but has a superb cultivation.

The crowd of onlookers who gathered automatically separated into a long road, leading to the direction of Lin Zhongyuxiao, and everyone looked at him.

Feeling the gaze of everyone, and even behind the crowd, Lin Zhongyu saw the master sitting on the high platform with a solemn face, and the senior lady with a sad face, as well as the senior brother and others behind them.

Lin Zhongyu couldn't help but tremble slightly, but when his hand touched his heart, which had no sign of beating, a sourness, a trace of helplessness, and boundlessness.

He had thought about it before the game started. If you achieve good results in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, if you take off your mask in front of thousands of people and recognize each other, what a surprise the master and master should be!

Now that he has won the first place in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, but who would have thought that it would be like this?

However, he could not give up.

So he breathes deeply, moves, and forwards!

The earthworm dragon's body became much smaller, and the fat one placed the black coffin on top of its head, following behind Lin Zhongyu, crawling slowly. Obviously, after the duel with the Ancient Dragon, it was also not lightly injured!

And the most eye-catching white jade statue woman, with huge eyes following Lin Zhongyu's body, kept turning, but she stood motionless on the ground.

Walking in the middle of the crowd, even though Lin Zhongyu's heart was devastated, it was the first time to walk without ridicule and contempt under the attention of so many people.

He was still a little nervous, though not happy.

Before the time came, Lin Zhongyu ascended the high platform, and the flow of people below closed. Lin Zhongyu stood on the high platform, only to see that on both sides were the elders of various sects, and most of them did not know him. The only one who has a slight impression is Leng Xiangling's master Venerable Mengyun.

As far as Lin Zhongyu could see, Meng Yun bowed slightly, and behind him stood a small figure as slender as jade. But who is it not Leng Xiangling?

I saw that there were tears on Leng Xiang Lingqiao's face, and the two watery eyes looked at Lin Zhongyu, and the circles in their eyes were red and hot, and Xian Cai didn't know how long he had been crying. Lin Zhongyu only glanced at it, and there was a colicy pain in his heart.

The pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, far more intense than ever.

Is it true that the heart is dead and there is no breathing, and there is still a feeling?

Or is it true that ghosts also have heartache?

If not, why is the pain so clear?

Under the severe pain, Lin Zhongyu's face was pale and he almost fell. Seeing this, Leng Xiangling couldn't help but lose her voice and said, "Lin"

She wanted to say the words "Brother Lin!" on the net, but suddenly thought that Lin Zhongyu's incognito must have a reason, so her little hand hurriedly covered her pretty mouth, but the care in her beautiful eyes was beyond words.

At this moment, two tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes like pearls. It fell on her little hands, which were as white as snow, and they were wet.

Leng Xiangling realized that she was out of shape, and hurriedly turned around, her shoulders twitching.

What else did Lin Zhongyu say?

Hearing Leng Xiangling's Lin word, Su Chenghai's solemn face showed a trace of red light, and his body trembled slightly, but he didn't move.

Lin Wanqiu also seemed to feel something, but she didn't speak.

The Qitian Su Mountain disciples behind them didn't feel anything abnormal, except for the fact that Lu Yifeng felt something.

Everyone saw that the little fairy Leng Xiangling of Penglai Immortal Pavilion must have something to do with the blood slave. If Lin Zhongyu's cultivation is low, everyone will only sneer at him and say that he is not worthy.

But at this moment, Lin Zhongyu is the first place in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, and what young talent does not love any girl? At this point, everyone can only sigh with admiration.

People are like that, easily blinded by the aura in front of them.

People just like to look at people, including themselves, with all kinds of eyes.

In the end, Lin Zhongyu finally came to the field and stood still, but he didn't dare to look at the place where his master was, because he didn't dare and couldn't.

But at this moment, an old man dressed in a black gossip robe, with a burly figure, was the male elder with a gloomy face, and he didn't know when he returned to the high platform.

I saw him come to the field in the forest to help, "followed by the young brother Wu in the pretending of the Dao, holding a red rolling wooden round and covering a piece of red silk.

Gong Yuxiong looked at Lin Zhongyu deeply for a long time, and finally his eyes flashed, and he said quietly: "Young man, rare! rare!" said as he uncovered the silk on the disc of the Taoist disciple next to him.

People couldn't help but look at it together, Lin Zhongyu's heart trembled, and he saw an antique octagonal ice crystal ancient box, presented in front of him. A trace of white mist appeared on the ancient box, presumably caused by the cold air of the ancient box.

But in the middle of the box, there was a petal as big as a thumb lying quietly, and the strange thing was that this petal was exuding a faint multicolored light, which was constantly changing.

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, it was indeed a legendary spiritual treasure, and they had never heard of petals that could emit colorful light and constantly change. At this moment, people thought that since it was a legendary treasure, it must have its miraculousness, and perhaps the Dao Xing would suddenly increase for thousands of years if they got it themselves, but it was not necessarily.

Just as people sighed, Gong Yixiong held the ice crystal ancient box in his hand and put it in Lin Zhongyu's hand. Then he turned and walked to his seat!

Hustle, at this moment burst into applause!

But who is this applause for?

Is it for Lin Zhongyu, or for the legendary Fuji petals?

The moment the slightly cool bottom of the ice crystal ancient box touched the palm of his hand, Lin Zhongyu couldn't help himself. Looking at the two petals right in front of me, one qiē and one qiē are like in a dream.

At this moment, he forgot everything, in his eyes, there was only the ice crystal ancient box in his hand! Lin Zhongyu couldn't help but clench the box in his hand hard. The body trembled slightly.

The petals of the flowers, the multicolored light, bloom indifferently! It is as if a candle in the wind will be extinguished in the next moment!

At this time, Lin Zhongyu wanted to leave here quickly, he wanted to leave this messy place!

So he turned around! The earthworm dragon also seemed to sense Lin Zhongyu's excitement, and was about to follow Lin Zhongyu to leave.

But at this time, only several voices were heard at the same time:

"Slow!"

"Slow!"

"Slow!"

It was the head of the Sanqing Divine Sword Sect who was speaking, and there was a boulder outside the crowd. The tall and young monk is handsome and extraordinary, and Su Chenghai is sitting on the high platform.

However, just as the words were on the ground, a gentle breeze blew through the gaps in the trees. Blowing over everyone's heads, blowing onto Lin Zhongyu in the middle of the high platform, picking up his white hair, fluttering leisurely!

Just listen to the click, click, click, a small continuous crackling sound.

This voice is so light and subtle, but it is like thunder, resounding in everyone's hearts!

It's in this fragile voice. The ugly mask in front of Lin Zhongyu had a clear crack. Like lightning, it snaked across the surface of the mask, stretching like a net.

The next moment, only the sound of "horn" was heard, and the masks turned into countless fragments and fell one after another.

Lin Zhongyu was eager and a little delighted, and suddenly stopped.

He stood there like a clay sculpture carved from wood!

In the infinite firmament, the clouds converge and separate. I don't know when it turned into a huge dark cloud and quietly receded.

At this time, a clear vision passed through the gap between the clouds, crossing a distance of thousands of miles, like a pillar of light. shone on Lin Zhongyu's face!

What kind of face is that?

Pale and haggard, there is a hint of beauty!

"Huh!" there was a burst of surprise, and onlookers below, including on the high platform. Many fantasies Lin Zhongyu may be the dream of a peerless beauty in his heart shattered, and the disappointment is beyond words!

But under the pale white hair, the young man in a black robe like ink. With an inexplicable sadness, the next moment everyone was captured.

What is it that makes this man so sad?

The strong sunlight made him can't help but squint his eyes.

Just like that, standing on a high platform,

Just face everyone like that!

Just like facing the whole world!

Since when did it be, so lonely.

From the time of preparation, so silent!

Lin Zhongyu shouted frantically in his heart, but no one answered, and he didn't even bother to respond.

At that moment, I heard a voice say in a loud voice, "Ah! He, he's a big waste of Qitian Su Mountain, what's it called?"

This person didn't seem to remember Lin Zhongyu's name at the end.

At this time, a voice kindly reminded:

"His name is Lin Zhongyu!!"

"Oh yes! Lin Zhongyu, Lin Zhongyu!!"

"Ah, the legendary big shit?"

"No, it won't"

"Really?"

"yes?"

"!"

"I don't lie to you!!"

"Uh..."

In an instant, Lin Zhongyu's great achievements in Qitiansu Mountain were said loudly one by one.

This was followed by a more intense and enthusiastic outcry of discussion. Those voices were like frost, like knives, like swords. Deeply pierced into the jade ear drum in the forest, the pain is in the heart!

Lin Zhongyu turned his head and looked in the direction of the shrugging door.

But seeing that the master Su Chenghai's surface was as heavy as iron, and the master Lin Wanqiu shook her head silently. Lin Zhongyu felt an inexplicable sense of powerlessness, took a few steps back, and almost fell!

How did a qiē become like this?

But I saw a petite figure in the crowd on the high platform walking in front of Lin Zhongyu, blocking Lin Zhongyu behind him, and said loudly in front of everyone: "You, why do you talk about people like that? Brother Lin is not that kind of person! He is a hero who stands up to the sky!"

It was Leng Xiangling who walked to the front and shouted in a coquettish voice! Her voice was so faint that before people could hear it clearly, it was drowned out by a burst of "boo".

But she was so stubborn, so stubborn and standing there, motionless! If you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the heart call, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!