If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Many people and many things are thought of in the dark fate, maybe a look, maybe a word. Many years later, when we met again, I realized that this had been arranged a long time ago.

It's fate...... It's reincarnation......

Because of worrying about the fairy sister, Lin Luotian and the three of them rushed for three days in a row, and they didn't say anything on the way. On this day, it was noon, and the warm sun shone on the body, dispelling the cold of autumn.

You can vaguely see a large town in front of you, according to Sister Fairy, through this town, you can see a towering Hengduan Mountain Range, and the Baiyun Sect is on the top of the mountain range.

Rushing overnight, the horses were already unbearable, and seeing that they were about to arrive, the journey slowed down, but at this time, the horses neighed, stood in place, and bumped, if it weren't for the Lin Luo Angel pulling the reins, I was afraid that the carriage would fall apart.

When the horses were quiet, they heard the sound of a fight coming from a distance.

Lin Luotian heard the sound and looked, only to see a centipede in the air, the centipede was bright red, every time he dived, he would hear the screams below, and he couldn't tell whether it was red with blood or red itself. And the centipede is already multi-legged, known as a thousand-legged insect, and this centipede is covered with whiskers, each whisker has barbs, which looks extremely terrifying.

Lin Luotian screamed badly, it turned out that I don't know if the centipede saw Lin Luotian and flew over quickly.

"You are also a cultivator, and you actually became a robber here, if you want to rob them, then go and rob them, why can't you get along with a martial artist?

Lin Luotian heard the voice, and then noticed that there was a group of people below the centipede, not that the centipede saw him, but that group of people were rushing this way.

Sister Fairy once gave him a pill, and his ear power was very good, and when he heard it, he guessed that this group of martial artists passed by here, but they encountered a cultivator who robbed money. Sister Fairy once said that after some cultivators reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, because of their limited talents, they could not build a foundation in their lives, so they returned to the mortal world and became an emperor in the mortal world, and they were free for a lifetime. This cultivator is also strange, not the emperor, but a robber.

Lin Luotian looked at it intently, the blood-red centipede in the sky was not an entity, but a magic weapon transformation, looking at this momentum, it seemed to be more powerful than the fairy sister.

The centipede in the sky opened its teeth and claws, roaring and rushing down, and the warrior below had no time to dodge, and hurriedly met the sword. This martial artist is much stronger than Jiang Nanfei's half-hanging, I saw that he was faintly covered in blood, and there was a roaring sound between his bodies, and the sword was slashed away, with the determination to die without regrets.

Although Lin Luotian didn't know how powerful this martial artist was, judging from the power of this sword, it was enough to open mountains and gravel, but even with such a powerful sword, even half of the centipede's whiskers couldn't be cut off.

With just one breath, the warrior's long sword broke inch by inch, and then the body suddenly exploded, but at the moment when the body exploded, the centipede's whiskers danced, enveloping the warrior, and then three breaths passed, the whiskers scattered, and the warrior's torn body exploded, and blood spilled, but the blood color was not bright red, but very dim.

"Hehe, the blood qi of a martial artist is really a good way to nourish the magic weapon, which is stronger than the natal magic weapon that those demon cultivators refine with their souls, hum, I am still smart enough to come up with this refining method. The cultivator smiled grimly, and the centipede in the sky became even more bright red, as if it was about to drip blood.

While the cultivator was talking, the centipede swooped down again, but at the moment when the centipede rushed down, a martial artist also jumped up at the same time, and at the same time, a burst of blood gushed out, and the martial artist shouted, pushed out his right palm, and slapped the centipede three times in a row.

At the first time, a red fist came out of the body, and then turned into a palm print, colliding with the centipede, and between the roars, the palm print quickly dissipated, and at the same time, the centipede was still powerful, and it still fell.

But then the second beat of this warrior came, the moment this palm was hit, the surrounding earth trembled, and then the palm print rushed upward, in one ninth breath, this palm print blood color is more vigorous, two nineths of a breath, blood color is full again, and then every ninth breath of the moment, the power of the blood mudra will increase. At the moment when this breath passed, the blood was monstrous, turning into a blood-colored handprint larger than the centipede, and then slapped towards the centipede, the roar continued, the centipede instantly broke the handprint, and continued to smash down.

At the same time, the third beat came, and at the moment when the third beat was issued, the warrior's blood burst out, and the whole person seemed to be about to explode, the blood was uncertain, and the huge blood-colored handprint came out again, and then exploded one after another, turning into five huge fingers. The five fingers didn't look as terrifying as the second beat, but each finger landing on the centipede made the centipede pause.

But the pause time was also very short, and there were only two breaths, and as soon as the two breaths passed, the centipede fell, and the whiskers spread out to envelop the warrior.

"Is this a cultivator? exhausting what he has learned in his body is just stopping his magic weapon......" The martial artist sighed, and his body exploded, this explosion was not caused by a centipede, but the self-explosion of this martial artist!

"Yes, a bit of backbone...... With your cultivation, among the cultivators, it should belong to the late stage of the eighth layer of qi refining, but if a cultivator around the late stage of the eighth layer of qi refining blew himself up, I may be injured, but unfortunately you are a martial artist......" This cultivator showed a sad look, and with a wave of his hand, his beard spread out, and the martial artist scattered, and there was no trace of blood.

Although the warrior died, he bought a few breaths for his companions.

Seeing that group of warriors approaching, Lin Luotian didn't want to be innocent, and wanted to run away in the carriage, but the horse seemed to be frightened by the centipede in the sky, so he didn't move. Lin Luotian was annoyed and whipped a whip, and the horse suddenly roared, and after a few strokes, he broke free from the reins and ran away.

At this moment, the centipede rose into the sky and blocked the three of them from the martial artists and Lin Luotian.

A gloomy-looking middle-aged man walked step by step, although he walked slowly, but every step he took was shocked, and the warriors couldn't even pull out their swords.

"Hehe, you martial cultivators who don't know what to do, why don't you hurry up and hand over that stone?" do you want this immortal to do it yourself?" the middle-aged man said disdainfully. With his realm of Great Perfection of Qi Refining is equivalent to the Acquired Perfection, he naturally will not take this group of martial artists who are only the eighth level of Qi refining in his eyes.

Among the martial artists, an old man walked out, seeing that his heavenly court was full, his temples were bulging, and he breathed like a dragon going out to sea, and he must be a martial arts master.

The old man glanced at Lin Luotian and said to the cultivator: "That stone records the supreme method of my martial arts returning from the day after tomorrow, this is my martial arts thing, why should I give it to you? Even if it is given to you, you will not need it at all." ”

The cultivator smiled and said, "Maybe this immortal is bored one day and wants to cultivate martial arts?"

Suddenly, his face changed, and he said coldly: "Give you three breaths, and if you don't hand it over, I will kill you!"

The old man's cultivation was in the realm of transformation, and he had already stepped into this realm twenty years ago, although the cultivator had already attained perfection the day after tomorrow, but in terms of the strength of the true yuan and blood, he was still very confident.

Without waiting for the three breaths to come, the old man jumped up, and the long knife burst out of its sheath, like a snow-white lightning, and slashed out nine knives in an instant! These nine knives are not ordinary nine knives, but the ultimate sublimation of the old man's realm kung fu, and it is the pinnacle of his life!

The cultivator's face also changed greatly, his hands quickly pinched, and he pointed at the old man, and a fiery snake flew like a dragon and shot out.

The roar echoed, and the warriors present were pushed back a few feet by a wave of steam, although Lin Luotian and a few people were far away, they were still affected, and the carriage was also destroyed by the wave of steam, but fortunately, Cheng Xiuling and Qiaozhu were not injured.

The old man stepped back and spat out a mouthful of blood. The cultivator also retreated a few steps, his clothes were dusty, and he glanced at the old man and said, "Very good, although you are a martial artist, the few swords you used just now are enough to kill a cultivator of the eighth layer of qi refining...... However, this immortal is the ninth layer of qi refining, although it is only one layer away, but it is the great consummation of qi refining, and it is only one line away from being able to break through the foundation building period......"

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood and interrupted, "Are you finished?" The old man of the eighth layer of Qi refining cultivator has already killed two of them...... Today, you will be the third high-realm cultivator killed by the old man!"

The cultivator was suddenly furious, and said with a hideous expression: "Okay! Very good! Since you want to die, this immortal will fulfill you!"

Although this fireball technique is the most basic fire-based spell, in Zi Zhen's hands, its power has increased greatly, but in the hands of this cultivator of the ninth layer of Qi refining and consummation, the power is even more incomparable. I saw a huge fireball, like the sun erupting, crashing into it like a comet.

The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time quickly clicked a few acupoints, the blood all over his body soared but at the same time it was all restrained, and at the moment when the blood was restrained, the old man punched out. This punch was struck, and the wind and clouds changed, like a dragon going out to sea, and the monstrous blood burst out suddenly, like a volcano erupting.

This scene must be extremely terrifying if viewed from a distance, the sun in the sky is roaring down, and there is an erupting volcano on the ground, and the magma is surging, like a sea of fire soaring into the sky. As the roar swirled, the huge fireball shattered inch by inch, revealing the cultivator's terrifying appearance.

"You are not an ordinary realm martial artist, if you are based on the majesty of your true yuan and qi and blood, you should have reached the level of the ninth level of qi refining, and you can even be comparable to the foundation building. ”

The old man took a few steps backwards, spurting out a mouthful of blood with each step back, and when he stepped back to the fifth step, the flesh and blood all over his body seemed to be drying up, and every breath and breath was turbid blood.

The cultivator was indifferent, and suddenly his divine sense rolled, and his right hand wiped on the space ring on the index finger of his left hand, and a blood-red flying sword shot out, and an extremely strong momentum exploded!

When the old man saw the flying sword, he already knew that he was powerless to return to the sky!

Don't die, no one will compete with you anymore......

Farewell, Qingxue, I can't teach you martial arts anymore......

Farewell, Yu Bing, the promise of the year has been exhausted......

Lin Luotian didn't want to get involved, but when he saw the sad eyes of the old man, he seemed to see his grandfather sitting on the stump in front of the house, and he reluctantly watched himself leave...... seems to be unwilling to let this familiar look go away from him......

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