Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality

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Lin Luoran felt a tight waist, her limbs were like being run over by the wheel, sore and weak. Reluctantly looked down, it was a dirty cloth wrapped around her, and during the pulling force, Lin Luoran was taken to the sand and escaped a life.

She never knew that there would be fog in the desert, and the cloth strips shrank back. Under the thick night, she couldn’t see clearly, and she couldn’t understand who saved her.

In the midair, the rumor of the text was heard. He wanted to save Lin Luoran but it was a step later. The result was attacked by the wounded four-hoofed fire beast. The whole person saw the follow-up of Brinloan. Falling into the light curtain, it was still the dirty cloth strip, caught the Wen Guanjing, rolled him to Lin Luoran, and disappeared again.

Wen Guanjing’s unstoppable blow was obviously a serious injury, and there was blood on his lips. People were totally unconscious. Xiaoqinghu shook him, he was very depressed, and he couldn’t understand how this man’s male repair was always coma.

The two shots of the dirty cloth finally caught the attention of the saint.

The light curtain temporarily stopped and no longer shrank inward, and some animals survived. But the dead animals and creatures can no longer survive. Their flesh and blood are covered with eight light curtains, which are converted into an energy that Lin Luoran can't understand, and it is transported to the jade steps.

"The younger ones who are hiding their heads and tails..." The saints no longer go up, stop and stare at the direction Lin Luoran sees, and the dirty cloth is flying out of the thick fog.

There was a long laugh in the thick fog, it was a man's voice.

"The bones build the road... After so many years, the way of the Virgin, there is still no change."

Lin Luoran looked at the view below, convinced that he was only violently vibrated before he passed out, and she let go of her worry. The mysterious man who saved them is a man, and Lin Luoran is finally sure. But how does this person laugh, how does it sound crazy?

Unlike her, the face of the saint is obviously very bad.

"So many years, in this way, which old man is joking with this saint?"

When I think of the old man who is not dead, the saint is not good in her face. In her memory, there is no "dead person" who is very harmonious. Most of them can be called enemies.

The man is not hiding, and slowly walks out of the fog.

Without the glory of a great hero, this saved Lin Luoran, apparently not a prince riding a white horse. He was just a Taoist wearing a dirty robe, his face seemed to be smudged, and a small wooden stick was inserted on his hair. There seemed to be five In his teens, he seems to have increased his age because he is not trimming.

Lin Luoran felt that this dress was very familiar, but she was sure she had never seen such a Tao.

It is the saint who has the same feelings as her. This sorcerer is dressed in a rotten and ridiculous priest. The saint does not know it at all. How come the old man said... However, how does he know that this is a "sky road"?

"The more you live, the more timid you are..." The saint whispered to herself and turned her sleeves.

The man was mad, and he ignored Lin Luoran. He patted his hand and laughed: "Who is the poorest in this world, the Yellow Emperor is the most pitiful, and the daughter has changed people to do it; in this world, who is the most pitiful, Chiyou is the most pitiful... What? The **** Ji Li Li Sheng, to laugh at the big teeth."

In the words of Taoist people, Lin Luoran heard the fog in the clouds, but only seized the keywords of "Yellow Emperor", "Chiyou" and "Jiu Li Sheng Nu". The Yellow Emperor and Chiyou, the mythical figures of the ancient times, Lin Luoran certainly heard of it.

Speaking of the "Jiu Li", the average person may not know, but when it comes to Chiyou, many people know the "war of competition", and Chiyou is the leader of the Jiuli. Lin Luoran thinks of these legends in Chinese mythology. It sounds like this saint seems to be related to these mythical characters in the ancient times, but the daughter of the Yellow Emperor, Lin Luoran only heard that one is called "魃", there is no "Ji Lisheng" Female".

What is this all about, is the madness of the Taoist rumors, or these myths, in the thousands of years, was covered up in the original face?

The saints heard this, but they were slightly shocked. The eyes and the same eyes of Baojia were narrow and beautiful, revealing surprise and coldness.

"No matter who you are, today you will die."

The saint riding a four-legged fire beast, but was stunned by this crazy madman. He even climbed the jade steps that had been climbing for a long time and landed in the desert.

Through such a close distance, the face of the saint is radiant, not looking at the eyes, really the same as Baojia... When she thinks of Baojia, Lin Luoran has a slight meal, she glances at the mad martyr, and finally remembers Why do you feel familiar?

The madman of the madness, such a description, she heard many times in the mouth of Qin, how not impressed?

Yes, who will come to save them, except this and the madman who has blood relatives!

He didn't die yet -

Lin Luoran suddenly remembered that this person is probably the elder of the grandmother of Qin, and the life of the foundation is two hundred years old. So, isn’t he already at least “sudden”?

There is really a monk in the earth on the earth!

Lin Luoran’s pupils shrank and thought of the saints who had been involved with the ancient times. There was a monk who had a knot, and even such a presence, it’s not surprising that the monk was a monk.

The saint has already shot the madman, it is not a technique, not a sword, it is a mental attack. Lin Luoran felt that his head was stinging, and the four-hoofed fire beast also rushed up. It was clear that he wanted to marry Lin Luoran this soft persimmon.

Lin Luoran had been angered by this sacred priest, except for her own. Others saw the hoofed beast running. Zhao Jian greeted him with no mercy.

Under the move of the madman, it was impossible to conceal the momentum of the body. Lin Luoran felt that he really did not only build the foundation period, but the strange thing is that knocking up is not as unfathomable as the saint, but she is not afraid of her omnipresent Spiritual attack.

"Who are you?" The voice of the saint is sharp, and it is the anger after the attack.

The madman smiled and smiled: "The person who sent you away... but this body you want to stay."

The saint suddenly did not fight, turned to smile, can not tell the beauty and moving.

"It is her pleasure to be able to go with this saint. How can the earth today compare to where the saint is going?"

Her voice is so quiet, smile is dignified, this moment is in line with her self-proclaimed "saint", Lin Luoran Yu Guang passed, and the psychology also agrees with her point of view, if this is really Baojia, follow her, also It is another good way out.

The four-hoof fire beast saw her go away, and suddenly screamed, and the sound was like thunder. Lin Luoran woke up, but snorted, and was already hurt by the sound of the four-hoof fire beast.

The Taoist screamed: "The slayer of the traitor, the nine priests gave you three feet, and you forgot the camp." The Taoist screamed, apparently not tempted by the saint, and finished the yak, he Also married to the Virgin:

"The poor road is just crazy, not stupid! What to go to a better place, with such a weak body, this body will only be shredded by space cracks, you take her body, what is the use, speed is still coming, speed The speed is coming, the poor road will let you go..."

Lin Luoran’s head is dizzy, and the mythological system inherent in China has been completely subverted tonight.

Yak, she knows, the legendary Yellow Emperor under the guidance of the nine-day Xuan Nu, seized the life in the East China Sea Liubo Mountain, like a cow, one foot can go, the water is the wind and rain, the eyes are like the sun and the moon, its sound is like a yak Peeled and made a drum to deal with Chiyou.

In front of this goods, in addition to the roaring sound like thunder, the power is huge, with a one-horned horn, the body is like a cow, but there are four feet. It is the same as or different from the legend.

The word of the traitor, Lin Luoran does not understand, she does not care what this is a ghost saint, ghosts and beasts, she only knows that the body, it really is Baojia... Baojia still alive?

Lin Luoran did not know.

But even if it is dead, it can't be shredded by the space cracks, and Lin Luoran clenched his fists. There is an impulse to smash the sacred woman.

The saint stares at the madman's eyes and blinks. "The formation has already been opened. This saint can indeed give up this body... But who are you, and dare to direct this saint?"

She suddenly laughed and looked like madness:

"You **** indigenous people, one or two, actually attempting to command the noble sacred woman... the Yellow Emperor, especially the singer, even your temper, it is so arrogant, it seems that the passage of time has already forgotten you. This saint is amazing!"

Lin Luoran couldn't understand why she called the people "indigenous", but after the virgins vented, with a pair of hands, she felt that the desert under her feet was a few times hot.

The yellow sand moved away, and a stream of molten milk sprang out. The mad man was unmoved, but Lin Luoran took a small green fox and a coma.

Lin Luoran is not strange to the mythological system, reminiscent of the desert, and the sparkle between the waves, plus the keywords of the Yellow Emperor, Chiyou, if she still does not know who this ghost saint is, it is too Huaxia Face.

The problem is, since she is the daughter of the Yellow Emperor, how do they call them "indigenous"?

Lin Luoran looked at the yak who hadn't given up on her idea, and as the smelt was getting closer, she had to be ready to escape.

There are two people and one beast standing on the yellow sand. The melt is rolling, and the madman is not afraid at all, and does not know what to rely on.

Soon, Lin Luoran knew why the madman was so emboldened.

Hey, a slight sound, coming from the jade steps, it looks like a solid jade heaven, in the hands of crazy people, in Lin Luoran’s incredible, in the sorrow of the saint, The towering jade steps, swaying, then -

Collapsed!

That's right, not only the jade steps collapsed, but even the light curtain disappeared without a trace. The animals that died and injured half of them were stupid in the pool of blood, and they couldn't believe it.

The sound of the polar axis, those plains, sinking as if they were in the moment, in addition to a few people in the desert, and the spread of the melt, the broken jade, turned into an endless yellow sand.

The road that was paved with thousands of bones was destroyed.

The saint finally couldn’t help it, she screamed in the sky, the melt rolled, and she finally went mad.

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