MTL - The Villain Has Something to Say-Chapter 128

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When the white family rushed to the Mengyu River, they saw a river and a white mist.

At this time, the white family ancestors still do not know the things that Baiji and others have fallen. He received the news from Baiji and came to Mengcun. Mengcun had already been razed to the ground in the war, and many large pits were found. The white ancestors immediately saw a glimpse of their eyes, and their feelings were not good.

The people immediately searched around this nightmare river.

Ten days later, the Bai family came to the news that 124 elites fell.

The white family ancestors immediately vomited blood, and they almost fainted. A certain Mahayana period of the side quickly helped him, but the white family ancestors were already angry and turbulent, and the spiritual power continued to collide in the veins. After the exercise was tempered for a long time, it was not easy to return to normal.

This time, Baijia sent 150 people to search for the whereabouts of Luo Qingqing. There were only 20 people beside the white family ancestors, and the rest died. There can be two monks in the Mahayana period, four monks in the robbery period, or the white ancestors who are sent to the public by the white family ancestors, the white genius of the white generation!

The eyes are sore and bloody, and the white family screams with a sigh: "The old man must make you die better than death!"

When the voice fell, the huge shock wave spread out from the white family's ancestors, and the nightmare river was pulled out of the 100-meter-high wave, making a loud noise. Soon they guessed that Luo gradually cleared and Xuan Lingzi must enter the nightmare, so they were also prepared to cross the river to hunt down.

The white family ancestors have been eager to attack at this moment, but he is still somewhat sensible: "Since they can break the extreme sky and break the sea, they can kill them in such a short time, then the injury of Xuan Lingzi is very likely. Recovery. If we pass easily, we may be completely annihilated. We should wait here for the arrival of others."

The rest of the monks agreed in unison.

The white ancestors looked at the nightmare river filled with fog, as if through this heavy fog, they saw the nightmare on the other side. He gnashed his teeth and said: "Xuan Lingzi! Luo gradually clear! The deity must lick your skin, eat your flesh, drink your blood, the deity will slap you all, and die without a place of burial!"

At this moment, the people who are being cursed by the white family ancestors have entered the nightmare.

On this vast and boundless plain, there is a strange purple smoke. This fog is different from the white mist on the nightmare river. They have a unique kind of fragrant smell. At first glance, they don’t feel so rich, but they are layered together, but the whole sky becomes a deep purple. .

Xuan Lingzi immediately put a medicinal herb into Luo Qingqing's mouth, solemnly said: "Lifter, run the power of the gods, try to transfer the purple mist inhaled into the body."

This Qing Shen Dan can make Luo gradually clear the time to be confused by this purple fog, but to really resist them, what is needed is the power of the monks themselves.

So Luo gradually cleared up the body of the "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu", he quickly found that the spiritual power in his veins revealed a faint purple, this purple is very inconspicuous, but quietly silent The ground entangled his veins, and even spread to Dantian!

Luo gradually cleared his eyes, and Qinglian Yuanshen quickly moved. The emptiness of "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu" quickly rushed into every vein.

The world has said that as long as the monks below the Mahayana period enter the nightmare, there is no possibility of survival. Because each monk has reached the Mahayana period, he can truly control his own power of the gods, and only the power of the gods can force the toxicity of the nightmare out of the body.

Luo Ling's spiritual power has been infested by nightmares at the moment, showing lavender. If he can't manipulate the power of the gods to exhaust the poisonous gas out of the body, he will fall into a illusion, and it will be very difficult to escape in his life.

"roll!"

Luo gradually screamed, and the Qinglian Yuanshen suddenly burst into a ray of light, expelling these nightmare out of Luo’s body. At this time, Luo gradually discovered that his head had some dizziness, and when he was confused by the nightmare, he felt that his spirit was paralyzed, but now that his nightmare was isolated, he realized that he was about to fall into a fantasy.

After seeing the success of Luo gradually clearing the nightmare, Xuan Lingzi breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to grab the waist of Luo gradually clearing him, and took him quickly to the depths of the nightmare.

Although Luo gradually clears his body, the power of the gods has been very skilled at removing these nightmares.

As the night of the nightmare deepens, the purple mist becomes more intense.

The body of the nightmare is purple fog, but these purple fog is not necessarily a nightmare. In the rumors, the nightmare will be licked every hundred years. They are obviously imaginary purple-like creatures, but they can fade some fog and regain growth. And these fogs that they have faded, Jiucheng are just ordinary poisonous fog, but one can become a new nightmare.

A dream of living for a hundred years can be regarded as a real nightmare.

Five hundred years of dreams can confuse the monks in the early days of Mahayana; the millennium nightmare can confuse the mid-term monks of the Mahayana; the three-year dreams can confuse the late monks of Mahayana. Five thousand years of dreams can make the monks in the early days of the gods unclear; the eight thousand years of dreams can make the middle monks of the gods lose their minds.

And that exists in the legendary Wannian nightmare, but it can confuse the late monks of the gods, and even push the wonderland!

After gradually slowing down for a while, Luo gradually recovered from the state of weakness and embarrassment. He took the back of Xuan Lingzi's waist and gasped a few breaths, while a group of purple gas ran out of his fingertips.

After a while, Luo gradually asked: "Master, I used to listen to Yu Qingzi Shibo. The dream of this dreamland is extremely powerful. The illusion that it has arranged has not escaped in the world today. We are going all the way to the depths, will we encounter a million years of dreams?"

Xuan Lingzi gently shook his head and said: "The Wannian Nightmare is just a legend. The nightmare will be once every 100 years, and the strength of the nightmare will be strong, and there will be no resistance to the suede. In terms of it, it is a life-and-death disaster. Do not say that a million years of nightmare, can meet a five-thousand-year dream, is considered to be very bad luck."

Luo gradually nodded and asked: "How do you tell what is a nightmare, what is the ordinary poison gas?"

Xuan Lingzi heard a sigh, and shook his head, saying: "I can't tell. Gradually, you need a firm will, in the land of nightmare, even if you are going to die, you must keep your heart, don't give up. Nightmare Toxicity is not its strongest ability. Its natural skill is to confuse your mind and make you lose your heart. If you fall in the illusion, it will be truly degraded, it will become a nightmare food, help it to spend The next suede."

After entering the nightmare land, Luo Qingqing and Xuan Lingzi have been in it for three days.

This nightmare seems to have no end, and you can never see the side. Looking at it is a flat and broad plain. Only a rich purple mist fills it. In these three days, Luo gradually cleared and Xuan Lingzi also encountered several nightmares, all without exception, two or three hundred years of nightmare.

Luo gradually cleared the place where he had been to the hustle and bustle. He had also experienced the eternal illusion that Cang Ruo Zhuang had seen him. His will has always been firm, but the illusion of these nightmares was broken in just a short moment. And Xuan Lingzi is more easily out of the illusion.

Xuan Lingzi said: "A nightmare between two mink skins, only a illusion can be laid. If its illusion is broken, it will die."

Luo gradually cleared up and understood: "That Master, have we already killed four nightmares?"

Xuan Lingzi beheaded.

Just breaking the illusion is tantamount to killing each other. Such a strange thing has never been seen before. However, although he does not understand why there are creatures in the world that will look like this purple mist, there is no stereotype, but he has never been in love with each other.

The nightmare introduces their masters and apprentices into the fantasy world by trying to use them as food to help them through the next molting. In the illusion, not you die, or I die.

As long as you break through the illusion, Luo gradually clears that his **** is getting a very weak sublimation, and the spirit of will is more firm.

A month later, Luo gradually cleared and Xuan Lingzi finally left the plain and came to a mountain range. They found a cave in one of the most inconspicuous hills. There was a thick purple mist in the mountains. They were laid down again. This cave was hidden between the purple fog and the array. It was difficult. aware.

After all this was done, Luo gradually cleared his hand and took a ball from the ring. He looked at it with dignity. I saw this faint and full of beads flashing with a faint glow, as if there was a huge spiritual power in it, the surface of the beads was full of brilliance, and at first glance, it was absolutely impossible.

Surprisingly, however, there was a huge crack on the bead.

Thirty years ago, the Terran laid down the Quartet, and Luo gradually cleared the position of Qinglong. At that time, he used this bright blue jade bead as a guardian of the fairy, but after a strong impact, the bright blue jade beads cracked a slit.

Since then, this slit has become wider and longer, and until now, there has been a thickening of the finger thickness and length.

Luo gradually remembers that when he first saw this bright blue jade beads, the whole bead became a green-green appearance, and the inner spiritual power was hidden in it, and it was impossible to detect it. But now, the spiritual power in the bright blue jade beads has disappeared silently.

"Before I used Mingguang Qingyuzhu in Dream Village, it was already a little different." Luo gradually said in a tone of voice, "Master, it suddenly stopped for a moment, although it did not cause a big mistake, it made me think... it might I can't hold it anymore."

Mingguang Qingyuzhu itself is only a heavenly magic weapon. It is because the masters of the Yufeng peaks in the past have instilled the last spiritual power before their fall, and they will become a quasi-scented instrument.

Xuan Lingzi used the spiritual knowledge to observe on the bright blue jade beads. His injury was related to the gods and spiritual powers, but the spiritual knowledge was never detrimental. The powerful spirit of the middle of the gods was forced into the bright blue jade beads, and soon a vast expanse of heaven and earth was observed.

In the boundless world, the spiritual power condenses into the sea, the waves are turbulent, and the ups and downs.

This is the vast spiritual power that can be condensed into the ocean, and the mysterious spirit is also a moment of surprise. But he looked inside again, but in the middle of the sea, there was a huge black hole that was pouring out countless seawater. When the seawater entered the black hole, it disappeared silently, as if it had become nothingness.

Xuan Lingzi immediately explored the spirit and said: "Let's clear, we can only wait another year."

Luo gradually cleared his eyes. For a long time, he asked: "Master, we have waited for eleven years, and we dare not say that we are ready. If it fails, not only will our whereabouts be violent | dew, Mingguang Qingyuzhu will also be For the powder, it has no effect. Can you really wait any longer?"

Xuan Lingzi said: "This crack is too big, and even the spiritual knowledge of the teacher can be explored. The spiritual power of the peaks of the Yufeng peaks condensed into the sea, but this crack has swallowed countless spiritual powers, and The speed is getting faster and faster. At most three years, the spiritual power is not enough to support your promotion."

Luo gradually cleared the wrong way: "So serious?"

Xuan Lingzi dagger: "Yes, so serious."

Eleven years ago, Xuan Lingzi took Luo Qingqing from the abyss to Yuanzhou Rongguo, and he had a plan.

With the help of Mingguang Qingyuzhu, let Luo gradually clear three realms in one fell swoop!

At that time, Luo gradually cleared the stage of the great perfection in the late stage of the robbery. The more powerful the monk, the more difficult it is to break through the realm. For example, when the demon statue of the year was in the ages, he stayed in the great stage of the Mahayana for more than a thousand years and could not break through.

Since Mingguang Qingyuzhu has already had a crack, it is better to use this crack to let Luo gradually clear into the Mahayana period, even the middle of the Mahayana, the late Mahayana!

For this plan, Xuan Lingzi and Luo Qingqing are ready to go to the nightmare. Here, even if the breakthrough of Luo gradually clears the world and changes, and is discovered by the Terran and the Yaozu, they can't quickly break through the nightmare and interrupt the promotion of Luo.

After that, Luo gradually cleared the two for ten years in Dream Village.

At that time, I just saved a small village in the plague, but I was left behind by the enthusiastic villagers. Since then, Luo gradually cleared a teaching book, while experiencing the dust and tempering his mind, while contacting these children, he felt the seventh realm of "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu"; and Xuan Lingzi was here to heal.

They told the villagers ten years ago that they had to leave, but the enthusiastic villagers saw their difficulties and understood that their so-called departure was to find a remote place to live alone.

Therefore, when Bai Li asked Luo Qing’s name and age, all the women in the village and the village chief lied. But they have never figured out the calculations, and the children’s children’s words are unscrupulous, which will have such serious consequences.

Luo gradually pondered for a long time and said: "Well, Master, then wait a year."

Since he decided to lie in the nightmare for a year, Luo gradually cleared the cave and made a small bamboo couch. He made a few small chairs. When Xuan Lingzi went out to catch the nightmare, he saw a new cave.

Qing Junxiu’s young man’s forehead is sweaty, and because of his long hours of work, his cheeks are red and more attractive.

Xuan Lingzi couldn't help but breathe. He put the nightmare he had captured in Dan Ding and saved it. He stepped forward and asked: "Get rid of it, why should you use it yourself, don't use spiritual power directly?"

As soon as I heard this, Luo gradually became silly and lived for a moment. "After a long time in Dream Village, I forgot to use spiritual power..."

Young people rarely have such a dull appearance. A pair of narrow phoenixes sparkle with a strangely surprised light. The cheeks of the micro-powder make the skin more transparent and fair.

In the eyes of Xuan Lingzi, a flash of light flashed quickly. When he leaned forward and kissed the youth in front of him, everything went on.

During this decade, Luo Qingqing and Xuan Lingzi carefully prepared for the promotion plan, and rarely had time to think about something else.

In the small yard of Dream Village, Xuan Lingzi once kissed his most beloved youth in the moonlight. He kissed him earnestly and sincerely, as if to make up for the years he lost.

Dream Village is a very small village with a simple folk customs. Until now, no villagers have ever thought about it. Their savior is in the small hut, occasionally laying an enchantment and doing what lover will do.

Xuan Lingzi sucked Luo's clear and full lips, and the tip of his tongue slid into it lightly, sucking the sweet body fluid. The sound of saliva exchanges in a small cave. At the top of the cave, there is a small hole three meters wide. The faint sunlight is mixed with a faint purple gas to infiltrate the hole and illuminate the cave.

When Luo gradually settled on the bamboo couch, the black hair was scattered, and it was especially beautiful with the blue bamboo. He squinted at his throat, his lips had been kissed red and swollen, and the rising lips were filled with a fascinating smile. He stretched out his arms and pulled down the dark and deep black spirits to fall into the abyss.

Among the enchantments, the low youth of the youth | 吟 and the swaying sound of the bamboo couch.

From Mengcun to the cave, the past ten years have not been able to make up for the lost time.

Luo gradually felt the burning in the body, feeling the electric shock-like feeling that climbed up from the tail vertebrae. It seemed as if he had just kissed the person under the sycamore tree. At that time, he was already on the verge of collapse. The mysterious spirit could not wake up one day, and the two races gradually entered the ninth danger.

He can't go back, he can't rely on anyone, he can only rely on himself.

Xuan Lingzi bowed his head and sealed the sound of Luo gradually clearing his mouth. The strength of his collision was extremely gentle, watching his most beloved person's eyes blurred. Through this pair of watery scorpions, he seemed to see the hardships of the people on his own point of mind who had fought alone.

Gradually, I was never good at murder, that is, in the last life, he fell into a demon, and he has never killed many people.

But nowadays, he can kill all those people without blinking. This is the difficulty of how to meet, so that he can become so decisive and become so decisive.

It used to be clear that it was the master who was admired by everyone in Taihua Mountain, but now he is reviled by the people of the world.

Xuan Lingzi sighed long and said: "...is a teacher, it hurts you."

Luo gradually cleared up, but between the breath and the interest, he smiled and said: "The people in the world say, we are mentoring." Lun, we are big and wrong. No sound, you are pulled into this **** by me, I am also hurting. If you are, then you can't even tie it out. Do you regret it?"

Answering Luo gradually clears a more hot kiss, and a more violent impact.

After a full seven days, the two talents ended this ridiculous and officially began to prepare for the promotion.

Xuan Lingzi closed his eyes and wore a white robes, and constantly put the nightmare into Dan Ding, carefully clarifying the alchemy for Luo. Luo gradually cleared his side and stared at him for a moment. Xuan Lingzi’s cheeks were reddish and his eyes were not sullen: “Get away, why don’t you practice hard.”

Luo gradually cleared his mouth, and it was rare to show a little childishness and continue to meditate.

For a long time, the words of youth dissatisfaction sounded in the cave: "Master, you did not say this on the bamboo couch yesterday. You said that you like me to see you, you especially like me always looking at you..."

"Hu... noisy! Practice!"

In the depths of the nightmare land, there is still silence, and the mentor and the teacher begin to plan big things. In Yuanzhou, on the other side of the Mengyu River, many of the top talents came together.

Within three months, all over