MTL - Everlasting Sword God-Chapter 757 Coffin boy

The masters of Gu Wu's veins are distressed.

"Destroyed the marrow hole, in exchange for an eighth seed of God's realm?"

How to calculate this account, whether Cui Guanyin or Han Shanshen, can not grasp. They felt like they were losing money, but looking at Shen Zhenyi's attitude, it was as if their ancient martial arts had taken advantage.

No right no right

Han Shan sighed and felt that he had been brainwashed by Shen Sangong.

"All in all, I still want to ask the three sons to stay a little, and wait for our old man to come."

This matter is no longer a solution for Han Shanshen.

All day old man sees the dragon without seeing his head, and refuses to take any action, but this kind of event, such as the washing of the marrow, is the master of the outer door of the ancient martial arts, so how should he show up.

"Anyway."

Shen Zhenyi nodded calmly.

"It ’s okay to meet him. For a few days or so, we'll wait in the mountains, just to make the disciples stable, otherwise this tree of gods' light will be useless and useless."

The disciples of other people's homes can degenerate the tree and become the eighth seed of God's realm. Master must be held in the palm as a baby. Shen San Gongzi didn't seem to be very satisfied. After being picky about the three, let them practice on their own, without even complimenting-this made Cui Guanyin, holding the Brahma girl, and Han Shan gods startled.

"What state is he in?"

Cui Guanyin asked Han Shanshen in private. She arranged for the deacon to take Shen Zhenyi and three female disciples to rest in the mountain, and was still full of doubts.

Han Shan smiled bitterly: "I can't tell the truth."

Before, he felt that Shen Zhenyi was also the seventh highest peak of God's human realm, and he might be a little better than him, but that was also the leading position in martial arts in swordsmanship. God tree seed, isn't this master better?

-This is impossible.

The problem is that they don't see it at all.

If Shen Zhenyi condenses the **** tree, then he is relieved. After all, the seed of the **** tree represents the eighth master of the future god-human realm. Such a character is not without a vein, let alone those old ones in the obelisk. senior.

But not seeing it makes people feel scared.

"Speaking of him like Zhu Jie and Yuan Weili, he was too underestimated."

Han Shansigh sighed, and couldn't help but boast: "Fortunately, my husband, I took the initiative and established a relationship with him, otherwise it would be very troublesome."

Cui Guanyin glared at him and said, "Now that the marrow washing hole is destroyed, I don't know how hot the old man will be. It is a blessing or a curse. It is difficult to say."

Han Shanshen was dumb, and Ji Lingling fought a cold war.

He couldn't figure out the temper of the old man.

Fortunately, let these two people who don't know what to do. Han Shanshen comforted himself.

Hu Qin's voice was melodious in the valley.

A white-haired martyr casually walks in the road, a huqin hangs above his head, and under the divine light fiddle, he plays music automatically.

Behind him, a handsome young man in red, carrying a huge coffin, followed his steps heavily.

"Master, why are we suddenly going back?"

The back of the coffin looked overcast and asked.

He followed the Master to travel around the world. It was at the time when his practice increased greatly. Suddenly, the Master said that he wanted to go back and interrupted this journey of study, which made him feel uncomfortable.

The old man grinned and wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.

"Your chance is broken, of course we have to look back."

"My chance?"

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The face of the coffin boy changed slightly, and frowned, "Master, did you not say that, as long as I enter the marrow hole once, I can break through the eighth level of God and human realm, and become the only person outside this obelisk to break through this realm?" Who else can break my chance? "

The light on his head rises, turning into an arbor, and shaking.

Divine Light Tree!

God's Eighth Seed!

He is an old man of the ancient martial arts who cultivated with all his heart and smashed countless resources. He can also be said to be the strongest of the younger generation in Xuantiancheng.

The old man once estimated that after this career journey, he condensed into the seed of the **** tree, and then refined into the marrow hole to refine, there is a possibility of breaking through the eighth aspect of God's realm.

however

The old man looked into the distance, expressionless, and coughed for a long time. "Unfortunately, just now Elder Han and Elder Cui urgently summoned, saying that the marrow washing hole was destroyed and no longer exists."

What a ghost!

The coffin boy jumped three feet high and gritted his teeth. "Old man, but you said that you can guarantee that I can enter God's realm eighth. I just believed in your evil. I followed you around the world, carrying this coffin, eating How much pain, you tell me now? "

This coffin is extremely heavy. Even a master of the gods and human beings will be exhausted and numb, let alone the old man's training and career are sudden imaginations, and he is risking his life.

The juvenile boiled for so many years and finally finished it.

Now tell him that the goal has been impossible to achieve?

Are you kidding me?

The old Taoist embarrassed and scratched his head: "It is not impossible, as long as you enter the obelisk in the future, and the moon eye in the obelisk leaks, you can also break through the eighth aspect of the divine realm. Now you have a strong foundation."

"Then what do I want you to do!"

The coffin boy was furious, cracked the ground, suddenly went mad, and turned and ran.

"If you want to enter the obelisk to achieve the eighth level of God's realm, how can I not do it, why do you have to carry this broken coffin with you!"

Suddenly, he had run a hundred miles away. Strangely, even though he was disgusted in the mouth, he did not throw the coffin on his back, only yelling and venting his dissatisfaction.

The old man with white hair stopped Hu Qin and looked at his back, sighing helplessly.

"You can be quiet, this kind of change is unexpected."

This apprentice's sudden madness is not the first time. Under this kind of hard training, psychological abnormalities are normal and there will be no major events. In past experience, as long as a few days of effort, he naturally returned obediently.

Now what he has to worry about is washing the marrow hole.

The old man stared at the light, looking far into the valley in the mist.

"Who the **** can ruin the marrow hole?"

He couldn't figure it out.

Can only stride forward and go and see for yourself.

The coffin boy flew for a long time, slowly slowed down, still resentful in his heart, panting, only to feel that the coffin on his back was getting heavier, his head was getting more and more married, and he was getting more unhappy.

"hateful!"

He gritted his teeth and became angry, but didn't know how to vent.

"Little brother, hold on, where are you going with this ferocious coffin?"

Behind him, there was a faint voice.

The coffin-boy was stunned, and when he looked back, he saw a middle-aged and elegant man riding a crane and hovering in the air, looking at him with a smile.

"I abandoned Shen Baihe of Jianshanzhuang. I saw that my little brother had black gas on his face.

The middle-aged man said lightly.