Chapter 333

Instead of answering, she asked in a different way, "what am I now like that those things that originally belonged to have not been taken away?"

"You can kill any mole ant you want." The white Lord said with a light smile, "you should be glad that your experience and the things you have already understood are doomed to some endings when you choose. It's not that you can't change them, but that you don't want to change them at that time."

"I will die?" If after revenge, he doesn't really care about life and death.

The white Lord did not answer Ling Yun's question, "when you can go to that place, you will understand that sitting alone in the clouds, cold and gorgeous, the ups and downs of all living beings are lonely; Every choice you make will determine the life and death of all living beings, the trend of the general trend, the future of heaven and earth, what you bear and what you do will be rejected by all living beings in heaven and earth. It turns out that it is your kindness to them and their hatred to you that the whole world will attack one person. "

"Like you are now?" Ling Yun asked.

The white Lord turned his head and looked at Ling Yun with soft eyes. "I choose to look on coldly. I really choose the people who are detested by all living beings in the world. You should know who it is."

Ling Yun pursed his lips, "why?"

He clearly knew the answer, but he still wanted to hear a different answer from her. The white Lord did not speak. Ling Yun said softly, "so all the world are enemies?"

He seemed to ask himself, "so I'm invincible."

"Talent is a gift from heaven," the white Lord looked at Ling Yun, a rare pair of sharp eyes in his short 24 years of life, "and I am your heaven!"

"What's yours is yours, and what's yours is yours. You can't run away, but you have to hold it," the white Lord said indifferently. "Go ahead. Since you are in such a state of mind now, the road won't be too far."

Ling Yun respectfully bid farewell to the Lord in white. She doesn't recognize him. He is his father's pawn, but Ling Yun really doesn't resent them. Everyone has his own thing to do. There are no parents who don't care about their children. It's just that some ways are very special. If she really doesn't care about her life and death, why is she here again.

The white Lord looked at Ling Yun's back. She was as stubborn and fearless as he was. There was no real life and death and disaster before one's eyes, and there was no too high and creeping in front of another's eyes. Her eyes, only he is not the same, and his eyes, only she is the most special.

The Lord in white looked over at him, as if the man who had been dead for a long time was standing beside him. He should be a good family of three. Father and son are separated by Yin and Yang, and it is hard for mother and son to recognize each other.

Ling Yun is floating in the boundless darkness. In fact, he is not so curious about the things he said to his mother. He just goes forward. What's ahead is not clear to Ling Yun, but many things have been put in front of him. The only choice is to solve them and go on. There is no other way to choose.

Then solve all the problems ahead and move on.

Ling Yun stops and takes three deep breaths. He doesn't know where this place is, and he doesn't know how his body is. Here he also feels very real. His fighting spirit is gradually boiling up. It seems that there is a volcano in front of him, which ignites, burns and gallops his blood which has been silent for many years.

Ling Yun punches. The darkness is like a broken mirror. White light shoots out from the crack. Ling Yun seems to hear the sound of broken crystal.

The white light is more and more intense, and the darkness is broken. Ling Yun is on a white mountain. In front of him, there are thirty-six white triangles of the same height. Around a higher golden mountain, on the top of the mountain stands a woman in black, holding a sword with one hand, overlooking all the people. For Ling Yun, a mole ant who suddenly rushes in, her eyes are very soft.

Lying on the top of the first white peak closest to Lingyun, this middle-aged man has an ordinary appearance, but his temperament is easygoing and tranquil. "I didn't dare to die when I wanted to die. Now I can't die when I want to die. What's the year of my future life?"

Ling Yun said mildly: "the ancient heaven collapsed for ten thousand years, and Jiuzhou Haoran lived in the summer of fifty-eight years."

Of course, the middle-aged literati had never heard of it. In his time, he never appeared in heaven. He got up and made a gesture of "please!"

There is a black jade challenge arena on the golden mountain. It is ten miles around. There are mountains, plants, insects, fish, birds and beasts. That was the age of the middle-aged scholars. Before ancient times, Ling Yun had a bowl of legs and shot away. The middle-aged scholars were a little surprised. He turned out to be a physical practitioner. Although there was a big gap with the real physical practitioner, physical cultivation itself was very demanding, and ordinary people could practice it, Extraordinary people can also practice. The level of achievement is mainly due to the mind and understanding, followed by the body polishing and attack carving.

"Since you are a posterity, I will give you three hundred moves." The middle-aged man said softly.

Ling Yun gently turned his wrist, said with a smile: "since the elder, I dare not say goodbye, I'm not polite!"

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded and gave a reply.

Ling Yun twisted his neck. He learned martial arts from no teacher, from his dream, from his sword practice, and from the secret of heaven and earth. It was his own business how much and how much he understood. He slowly closed his eyes and looked like a mountain breeze and a forest spring.

Lingyun's back is bent, and his hands are naturally drooping, just as everything withers from spring and summer to autumn and winter.

The middle-aged literati, however, stood ready for the situation. The so-called situation of good times came, and he was born to death. At present, the younger generation had a little rudiment. He saw a familiar shadow from Ling Yun's attack style, but not all of them.

Ling Yun's body is straight in an instant, and the middle-aged man's hands are quickly sealed. The word is mountain, hanging upside down in the air, and suppressing Ling Yun. They are all in the same realm. The 36 people here are invincible in the same realm at a certain period of time in each era. They are not necessarily the first people in an era, but they are absolutely invincible in a certain realm, even more than half of them here, They are the first people of the same era, each invincible for hundreds of years.

At the moment of Lingyun's step, the middle-aged man has released hundreds of different techniques. Once Lingyun enters the fighting state, the whole person will become different. In those hundreds of legends, some are hit on him, some are dodged by danger, and with Lingyun's constant avoidance, the middle-aged man's techniques are more and more difficult to hit Lingyun.

He just stopped and didn't use the technique any more. Ling Yun patted the bloodstain on his body and said, "that's it?"

The middle-aged warlock gently smile, who did not have a young frivolous time, he shook his sleeve, "easy to say."

As soon as he grasps the sky, white clouds fall down like mountains and sea, thunder snakes rush, Lingtian's pupils shrink, and six territory warriors fight nine territory gas refiners. However, his opponents seem to be proficient in all kinds of Daoism, such as water, fire, civil engineering, and so on. The thunder method is not only powerful, but more importantly, Lingyun doesn't feel that he can resist hard. If he resists hard, he is absolutely a pair of dregs

Ling Yun stood upright, and a sense of great war rose from him. His fist was even more like pouring into the sea. His robes made a sound of hunting, his hands drooped naturally, and he looked at the sky. He used to be afraid of thunder, because no one would protect him. When he was in the mountains, lightning was like a white drill falling from the sky, shining a piece of silver in the mountains, and then scorched the earth, And he has no place to live.

No one in the world can go against heaven, and no one in the sky can go against the way.

As far as the friars are concerned, the Leifa attack is the strongest, which is the unparalleled way to attack.

Ling Yun's right foot retreats, his right fist goes with his shoulder, and his attack is opened. In addition to the thunder method, there is also a five element array to bless the middle-aged man himself. He walks in the world like a supreme God.

Lingyun smashed out with one punch, like a dragon flying in the sky, like walking in the field, with boundless strength and unparalleled bravery!

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows. The young man's fist in front of him was not so casual. It was just a simple and powerful one. The fist was too overbearing. It was hard for the middle-aged man to imagine such an easygoing and elegant young man. The fist was so overbearing that he could not let others. The fist was fierce and overbearing, It really made him feel a kind of helpless mind.

Ling Yun is entangled by thunder and lightning, but this is just the beginning. His fists are bloody and white. This is the gap between the martial arts practitioners and the real powerful warlocks. He can't fight against the Warlocks just by virtue of his physical strength.

Ling Yun takes out but evil, sword God blood red.

The reason why the middle-aged man finally moved was not that Ling Yun knew how to use sword, but that the sword was still very famous in his time, and it was a natural killer for the demon clan - quexie.

"I didn't expect to see him again." The middle-aged man pulled off his coat, and his face became younger and younger. The corner of his mouth rose. "Well, I just want to know what level the young people of later generations have!"

"I'm not the top," Ling Yun said calmly, with sharp eyes. He can let go of the battle without any consideration of the time, place and people. He can try how convincing the ancient Tianjiao was, "but it's enough to win you."

"Just try." The middle-aged man, no, is now a young man. His eyes are full of excitement, like a hungry beast seeing delicious food.

To live in his time, every day except fighting, he would die. To live, he had to fight. Only when he died, he could sleep forever.

Ling Yun rushes up like a dragon. Now the young man says with a smile, "you are not the only one in the world. Come on

He gave a loud drink and rushed up in the same way as Ling Yun. They collided once, like two meteorites in opposite directions. The ripples spread out in circles!

Lingyun changed his right sword for his left and stabbed his opponent's weakness. However, he didn't expect that he would swing Lingyun and hit him on the ground!