Chapter 1842

Qin Li was stunned.

What?

I'm dead?

More than ten years?

Yun Shiyu's eyes narrowed and said:

"Jin mubai, have you lost your mind?"

"You have lost your mind." Jin Mu Bai snorted coldly, looked at the people carefully, and said with a smile: "sword sad star, I can't imagine that you haven't made any progress in your cultivation for more than ten years. You are still Nirvana seven fold, and I've been far away from you."

Qin Li was more confused and asked, "why do you say I'm dead?"

Jin Mu Bai frowned and said:

"Twelve years ago, the four great saints came after you."

"Later, they were seriously injured and returned to the holy land without mentioning the day. But since then, the great sword God has disappeared, and there has been no trace for 12 years, so the monks all over the world firmly believe that you are dead, and even Xingxiu holy land has removed your name. "

The words came down.

Qin Li and others were shocked.

Mo Yao TANKOU said: "twelve years, isn't it?"

Su Qingxue held her forehead and said in shock: "the days of Shenmo village are carefree, like it hasn't been a month."

Yun Shiyu was astonished and embarrassed: "although the happy days passed quickly, twelve years passed in a flash. It's incredible."

Qin was shocked and began to recall what he had seen and heard in Shenmo village.

All of a sudden, a huge amount of knowledge swept in, including magic power, history, economics, geography, and everything.

Such knowledge of terror can not be acquired in a month or two. At least, it is the deep foundation that can only be accumulated after hundreds of years of hard study.

Maybe these people have been in Shenmo village for more than 12 years.

Old devil Dugu was also frightened, and he couldn't help breathing: "I underestimated the mystery of Shenmo village, and unconsciously distorted the time, which made us spend a long time and accumulate a solid foundation."

"Big chance!"

Bruce Lee couldn't help exclaiming.

Although the realm has not been improved, the accumulation this time is as deep as a mountain. Once the accumulation is profound, it will surely benefit the future.

"I didn't expect that you were still alive and wasted more than ten years. Even the God of dagri sword still stayed in Nirvana." Jin mubai laughs, and his breath of nirvana is like showing off.

After the initial shock, Qin Li calmed down and asked, "how did you enter the fairyland?"

"How did you get in?"

Jin mubai asked in reply, his eyes twinkled inconceivable.

"No comment!" Qin Li vaguely understood that they used different ways to enter the fairyland.

"Do it!"

Jin mubai gave a cold drink.

"These people have fallen behind the times and are only worthy of being our stepping stones."

More than a dozen of them once lived in the shadow of Qin Li, but now they have made great progress in cultivation and are full of confidence.

For a time, all kinds of supernatural powers and treasures were sacrificed. They were powerful and bombed thousands of miles.

"Let's also try the results of cultivation."

They all took action.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

Two groups of people fight together, and the means come together.

Although Qin Li's realm is a little weak, they are not inferior in fighting with each other.

Over the past ten years, people have already washed away the lead, eliminated the turnips, and found their own way through a lot of learning.

The little dragon's green hair is flying like a saint's coming, and a gem sea dragon is wrapped around his body to breathe in the essence of the ocean. With the help of duanjiao old man, he is determined to give consideration to both, and is ready to cut out the sea dragon incarnation and become a pure green dragon.

Su Qingxue doesn't lose the wind. The black-and-white fire dragon roars in the air and burns Six Harmonies in all directions. After receiving the transmission from the burning old man, her fire control skills have improved by leaps and bounds. With one palm, she can make the flame Taiji diagram and plough all the way, which is extremely powerful.

Mo Yao and ye huanling are taught by the night grandmother. They have a better understanding of the way of darkness. They join hands to play in the darkness and swim in it. It seems that they have disappeared. They can't figure it out. They are the real skills of night travel.

Yun Shiyu's growth is the most amazing. She has excellent aptitude. Later, she was taught by the old lady Duanzhi. She is proficient in five tones and music rhythm. When a sword is pulled out, it is the sound of nature. It is full of rage and Clank. All the friars who are trapped in it feel sad and can't stop crying.

"How can it be!"

Jin mubai was most surprised and called out:

"Why don't you improve your realm, but your strength is so exaggerated?"

Yun Shiyu leaned on his sword and swayed his long horse's tail with the wind. He said, "in order to pursue a higher realm, you blindly raise your height, just like a pig iron full of impurities. And I spent more than ten years, hard tempering, forging iron into steel, far from you can compare

"Damn, don't look down on me!"

"Platinum sword silk!"

Jin mubai was so angry that he sacrificed his magic power.

Platinum vigorous Qi swept out, turned into fine threads, huff and puff edge, interwoven into a net, covering ten miles, can strangle mountains.

"I'm really disappointed. Have you grown up like this in the past 12 years? It's just the improvement of cultivation. It seems that the spiritual sense is no longer spiritual Yun Shiyu shakes his head, raises the blue and gold string sword, and flicks it slightly, just like playing a piano.

Zheng——

There was a clear sound.

Jin mubai only felt cold.

It seems that there is an invisible rope around his neck, tightly.

This is the invisible Kendo of Yun Shiyu. At the moment of drawing the sword, it was already full of energy, but Jin mubai didn't find it and fell into the dead end.

Now!

The overall situation has been decided.

Li Ping'an even started the harvest.

He seems tired and lazy these years, but in fact he has made great progress.

And the cold heart dance more and more tacit understanding, almost heart has the spirit, this pair of enemies cooperation, almost invincible posture, three breathing seconds kill three people.

By the way, Li Ping'an didn't bring the vision of returning to the ruins.

"The future can be expected."

Old devil Dugu smiles.

Qin Li didn't do it either. He looked at everyone's movements and nodded.

It wasn't long ago that the arrogance of more than ten days was destroyed, turned into brilliance, and disappeared completely.

They are not flesh and blood, but the projection of spirits, so they just quit the fairyland and did not die.

Not long.

Only kimubai was left.

After all, it was Nirvana Nintendo, with extraordinary combat power. Although it was suppressed by the invisible sword sound, it did not rout quickly, and it still had the power of the first World War.

Cloud poem rain coldly way: "Jin Mu Bai, I don't want to embarrass you, as long as you honest answer, I will let you a horse?"

"No way!"

Jin mubai said angrily:

"I won't tell you anything."

"Anyway, this is the fairyland. When you die, you will wake up in Qianyuan."

He was fearless and fearless.

"I'll do it!"

Qin Li stepped out of the air.

"Big day sword God, what do you want to do?"

Jin mubai was in a panic. He had an instinctive fear of Qin Li!

After all, the Miracle war is too amazing.

"Naturally, it's your projection."

"Hall of the spirit!"

Qin Li stood with a negative hand and did not draw his sword.

His eyebrows are bright, flying out of a crystal palace, perfect creation.

As the highest masterpiece of Shinto, Yingling hall is naturally restrained by the spirit.

"How can it be? I can't blow myself up!" Jin mubai said in horror.

"Where is the leader of the five prisons?"

Qin Li's black hair dances in the void.

Boom, crystal door open, five hells out.

They were originally gods bred by millions of ghost troops. After years of research, Qin Li knew the Shinto and sent them to the hall of heroes. From then on, he could enjoy the power of incense and gather the spirit.

"Punishment for crime!"

Roared the Lord of hell.

The voice of despair passes through the brain, freeing Jin Mu from the illusion.

Just a breath, through the five hells, burning, frozen, buried, needle mountain, slash, the pain can not be compounded.

"Ah..."

Jin mubai screamed in pain.

Shivering and sweating, as if fished out of the water.

"Now, can you tell me how you got into the fairyland?" Qin Li's sleeves flutter and ask.

Jin mubai, who dare to speak hard, said: "it's the credit of Xingxiu holy land. Xingxiu emperor has some inheritance of ancient heaven, so he has the coordinates of fairyland. The great saints paid a lot of money and sent us in by the way, hoping to get something

Qin Li suddenly realized.

It turned out that it was the means of Xingxiu holy land. Among the twenty-eight holy places of Qianyuan, they were the most mysterious. Their territory was not in Qianyuan.

Qin Han continued to ask, "by the way, what has happened in the past 12 years?"

"Quite a lot indeed."

Jin mubai thought of something and said:

"On the first day of the reign of emperor Qianyuan, the green lotus fairy went out of the pass, and his cultivation was the highest. And after he was born, he took his mother and pursued you all the time. It seems that he wanted to kill you and make you famous! "