Wei Yingwu has a large number of people here. Although God can’t intervene in the battle, after all, a spirit caresses Yuan Ying and you will be finished. However, there are many people who have been talking about it from the beginning, and now there is a lot of noise. Everyone is calling Qingshi Xianzong shameless and bullying less.

His brother’s face was upset when he was called Qing Shi Xian Zong, and he rolled his arm and sleeves, and he was about to punch a hole. It was a bloody battle on the spot
Wei Yingwu looked at his heart and dropped blood, but the highest on his side was Yuan Ying’s territory, but all of them were elites who had worked hard to gather and practice.
For more than a year, it was these people who supported the banner of the Mojo Alliance. Now the immortals in the history of Qing Dynasty came to pick the fruit without asking, and they hated Wei Ying’s heart and blood. They were more worried that once the conflict broke out, the foundation of the Mojo Alliance would be destroyed.
"Eldest brother! Help me! " Wei ying’s five calls and one call.
"What’s your name, big brother? You’re calling the Buddha’s name and kneeling on the spot to make a decree. It will also protect my twenty-four immortals instead of you heretics!" Chi Guo disdains to say that the magic weapon in his hand is a kind of ink stone, which is full of words. Every handwriting can drill people’s hearts and rot people’s bodies.
Together with one fat and one thin, two Godsworn pens just form a three-talent array, which can compete with the power of Yuan God.
Then someone replied, "Do you want them to die or retreat from the enemy?"
When Chi Guo heard the news, he saw that the ordinary man was just a hair-raising person.
Good tone … ChiGuo thinking about it doesn’t matter with a mortal care about what to take Wei Yingwu’s most important hoe magic alliance through the magic robbery to win the victory over Shenzhou and make waves. Although the qualifications are still latent, it has gradually become a sweeping trend, which has to be prevented.
The key is that Wei Ying-wu, the master of the land of Shenzhou, has to be elected by the immortals of Qing Dynasty.
I want them dead! Wei Yingwu hated it, and now he almost fell off a cliff and hated it.
"Make" Lin Chong said with a smile, "Do you dare to promise when I call you Chiguo?"
What the hell ….. ChiGuo one leng can’t help but think of that famous XianBao Zijin gourd, and I can’t help but get bored. How dare a mortal make such a noise?
"Should you like? Just a mortal ant … destroy your mind! " Chi Guo drew himself out and waved an ink to pounce on Lin Chong, and this ink turned into a myriad of swords to stab Lin Chong, a mortal, and turned it into ashes. It is impossible to teach him to be super-living
"Good big ShaQi" Lin sneer at a "should die"
Death … Chi Guo’s heart is funny, and then suddenly a white singularity appears on his chest. Chi Guo vaguely feels bad and doesn’t know where it is. A great sense of crisis comes from the Godsworn’s awareness of life and death, but he doesn’t know how to deal with it.
"This is …"
A big black ball with a diameter of two meters broke out of the white singularity and rose out, instantly devouring the pool country.
This cave is not powerful enough to raise the sun, but it is only five blessings. It is too powerful. Lin Chong is afraid to sweep away the monks in this tent.
Even so, this power is not affordable for Chi Guo, who has just entered the trance.
Once swallowed by the black ball, Chi Guo screams-he finds that his own flesh and blood are in ecstasy and melts in it, waiting for the black ball to wrinkle. This scream is only half, and Chi Guo is cut into several pieces by folding, and each piece is melted and eroded …
In less than ten breath, a Godsworn has disappeared from the flesh to the soul, leaving a question and a scream in this world.
This scene stunned all the monks in the tent.
Wei Yingwu and the two fat gods couldn’t help stopping.
Friar Jin Dan, who is clamoring for a fight, is also paying attention to nearly 100 yuan.
These people look at Lin Chong together.
"Eldest brother! Awesome! " Wei Yingwu was a little injured just now, but at this moment, he came to his senses and pointed to Lin Chong and shouted at everyone, "This is the reincarnation of my eldest brother’s ancestors and the land fairy Kang Xuanlu!"
Holy shit … Can you change this nonsense? Lin Chong stared at Wei Ying five times, but his hand was not easy to debunk.
A listen to Wei Ying-wu, who called the immortals in the history of history with dozens of monks left, cried even more panic. They glanced at each other. The fat Er Shen was busy facing Lin Chong and said, "Although the pavilion is a true fairy incarnation, it can’t kill me. The fairy road in the history of history is a pulse that is so bitter …"
"You just called me a thief, a fairy and a bandit, and you didn’t show mercy." Lin Chong sneered. "It’s just a punishment for a hole."
"Eldest brother can’t let them go and kill them" cried Wei Yingwu.
So called, of course, let the people of the immortals in the history of Qing Dynasty panic even more. They were busy manipulating the magic weapon in droves and escaped from the tent to make a neat row of magic weapons to light the vertical sky.
Not the kui is a twenty-four immortals flee for their lives so uniformly.
"Ah … why didn’t the eldest brother kill them all?" Wei Yingwu looked at the immortals in the history of Qing Dynasty and couldn’t help complaining. He turned to look at Lin Chong and immediately changed his grateful face. "Eldest brother! It’s a good thing you came to save me or I’ll be finished! "
"Your hand is still here." Lin sighed.
"Which of them is my hand? It’s your hand. Why don’t you kneel down and kowtow to the true fairy?" While saying Wei Yingwu took the lead in kneeling, he knelt behind him and shouted, "Thank you Kang Zhenxian for saving my marshal!" "
Chapter two hundred and ninety-three The emperor dream
Wei Yingwu really doesn’t want rice noodles
Lin chong has long understood this, but he refreshes his cognition every time.
I finally got rid of his little brothers swinging in the tent, and Lin Chong waved to Wei Ying for five moves.
"Let’s talk about how the Huanglong Dayi Yaopo method and the origin of the sky are practicing?"
"Eldest brother is practicing well. Huanglong Dayao Spirit Method has been practiced in the’ Three Wu’ and thirteen drops of immortal marrow have been cultivated." Wei Yingwu told the truth.
Lin Chong knows that when Huanglong Dayao Spirit Method is cultivated to Jiuwu territory, it is the highest. When it reaches Jiuwu territory, there will probably be a post-disaster true fairy level, and then the’ Uzhong birthday’ can be refined again, and the true fairy body can reach the fairyland. This is directed at the soaring multiplication.
And the origin of the heaven is directed at the three realms of Daoyin Dharma, when you can cultivate scattered immortals, you can get 99 drops of immortal marrow, and you can directly enter the threshold of scattered immortals. Of course, it will take a natural disaster.
The combination of these two methods is really excellent. At this moment, Lin Chong has the idea of visiting the carp essence of Wei Yingwu’s master Dongting Lake.
"Are you in the realm of Yang Shen now?" Lin chong asked again
"It’s still a little short ~" Wei Yingwu said with his thumb and forefinger, "We just need to break another magic land."
"If I go to Yang Shenjing, those three immortals in Qing Dynasty are not my opponents!" Wei Yingwu was angry again.
"What did the Qing Emperor Xianzong want to see you?" Lin Chong felt strange.
"They say that I have imperial luck and want me to join the immortals of Qing history. What jokes are always relegated to everyone?" Wei Yingwu hummed, "As soon as these guys joined the league of exterminators, I thought they had ulterior motives, and now they really exposed their wolf ambitions!"
"Do you really want to be an emperor?" Lin Chong asked again, this is a weirder place, but the goal of all monks is to soar to immortality, and now there is a sudden change in painting style to be an emperor
"That’s natural!" One, this Wei Yingwu’s eyes are shining. "Eldest brother is as happy as a monk, but he is not as happy as a king. If he can cultivate and enjoy the throne, wouldn’t it be beautiful?"
"This world has a thousand-year-old dynasty, but there is no king who is not old." Lin Chong shook his head. Two immortals, Qing Shi and State, were designed as barriers to ensure the continuation of the dynasty. Wei Yingwu’s ambition is not reliable than Lin’s thoughtlessness.
"That’s not possible before, but isn’t it a good opportunity to reverse the sky?" Wei Yingwu said with a smile, "Brother, you help me ascend to the throne, and I promise you wealth for ten thousand years. Then I will collect all the immortals’ gifts from the Tang Dynasty, and I won’t give you the twenty-four immortals."
"You are willing to give up," Lin Chong smiled and asked, "Since the immortals of Qing Dynasty don’t want you to be emperor, do they have someone else?"
"It’s said that Li Lian, a surname of Zhao Datang, is deeply involved in inheriting the Li Dynasty, and even the social immortals can make a balanced transition to the new dynasty, but it’s a pity that it’s recognized by the secret. But I think my luck may be bad that day, otherwise why did they come to me in such a hurry?" Wei Yingwu can’t see the ownership of the country, but he can see people’s hearts.
"What a coincidence, Zhao!" Lin Chong remembered the Song Dynasty. "Have you seen that Zhao?"
"Before I met him, he wanted to come to collect me. I scolded the Grand Marshal of the Mojo League and ran away before he sent these guys to the bottom," Wei Yingwu said.
"What does it look like?" Lin chong asked again