The third son, Ling Xiao, felt an extremely terrifying murderous intent. The strength of the blasphemer of the Heavenly Capital has always been unpredictable. Since the death of the Lord of the Heavenly Capital, this woman has become a nightmare for the Miluo Palace!
The six princes of Mi Luo Palace had all met her before, but they were repeatedly frustrated in confrontation with her. Even the eldest prince Taishang didn't take any advantage in front of her!
This blasphemer didn't want to stop him from getting rid of Qin Mu's child, it was more like looking for an opportunity to get rid of him!
The third son, Ling Xiao Dao Spear, carries the Ling Xiao Palace on his back. He steps on the Great Luotian, where the Dao trees are lush and lush, and the Dao fruits form the heavens. He uses all means to maximize what he has learned and realized!
However, Ling Tianzun's blow made him despair.
Ling Tianzun didn't try to decipher his moves, but used his own supernatural powers, but his supernatural powers were disintegrated by Ling Tianzun's supernatural powers.
At this moment, he finally believed that there was a gap between people.
Even if they are also the most extreme geniuses, the gap between them may be the pearl of rice grains and the glory of the sun and the moon.
Just when his magical powers were broken and the peach blossoms invaded his Da Luotian, suddenly the peach blossoms dispersed, and Ling Tianzun suddenly retreated when he was about to defeat or even kill him!
The third son Ling Xiao regained his eyesight, and his body was sweating profusely. The Taoist spear in his hand had become dilapidated, with mottled rust marks everywhere.
The corners of his eyes trembled violently. Although his current strength is not as good as it was at his peak, it is no small matter. However, facing Ling Tianzun, there is only despair!
Ling Tianzun pulled up the peach tree, and the peach tree turned into a hairpin. He carefully looked behind him, and his figure slowly retreated, disappearing in the catastrophe of destruction.
The third son, Ling Xiao, turned his head and saw the Miluo Palace in the destruction of the fourteenth era.
In the Miluo Palace, a Taoist tree stands tall and straight, with a canopy like a cover, protecting the enlightened people in Yujing City.
Under the Dao tree, a familiar figure stood there, looking at him from afar.
The third son Ling Xiao couldn't help but tears welled up in his eyes, and he bowed and bowed: "Teacher."
The figure under that tree is the owner of Miluo Palace, who tried to save people when the catastrophe broke out at the end of the fourteenth era.
Ling Xiao still remembered that scene.
The teacher tried to save everyone, but failed, very depressed. He and other Miro Palace enlightened people tried every means to save sentient beings, but they encountered setbacks again, which dealt a great blow to him.
Mira Palace can't save anyone except the enlightened ones.
At that time, he went to comfort the teacher with other young masters. Although the master of Miluo Palace was depressed, when he saw him, he showed a gratified smile and said a meaningful word to him.
The master of Miluo Palace said that he failed to save all sentient beings, but he saved Ling Xiao.
The third son, Ling Xiao, didn't understand a little bit of this sentence at the time, but now he has figured it out.
It was the teacher's appearance that shocked Ling Tianzun, the blasphemer, and saved him.
It's just that when he figured this out, three cosmic epochs had passed since the master of Miluo Palace rescued him.
"Teacher, don't worry, I will inherit your ideas!"
The third son turned around and continued to pursue Qin Mu: "I will never let your orthodoxy disappear, I will continue to walk along your path! I will never let anyone corrupt your orthodoxy!"
In the thirteenth century, in the chaotic river, the towering world tree covered the immeasurable river. The old man Wu Ya appeared from nowhere, sitting in a chaotic pool, taking a bath in the river water of the chaotic river.
The old man was fat, naked, and white, soaking in the chaotic pool, rubbing mud, very eye-catching.
The third young master Ling Xiao's face darkened, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes, not wanting his eyes to be stained.
"Miluo Palace's third child, I just saw your seventh child."
While rubbing the mud, the old man Wuya laughed and said: "I let him go. The child in his wife's womb is not yet mature. I think this child will be of great use in the future, so let him go and wait quietly. The holy boy came to the world. Why are you so persistent, you must take the life of the holy boy?"
The third young master felt awe-inspiring, and said in a deep voice, "Are you the old man Wuya from the seventeenth era?"
The old man Wuya stood up from the pool of chaos, the third young master hastily covered his eyes again, and said coldly: "You are a senior, pay attention to your dignity!"
The old man Wuya put on his clothes slowly, and said with a chuckle, "Clothes are just a burden made by you weird beings. What's the difference between wearing them and not wearing them? Third Miro Palace, you can go back to the past, I Why not? My Dao is something you can’t understand. I can go back to any cosmic era in the past. The universe is born by me, not me by the universe. This is the world tree, and this is me! The birth of the holy child is a big event, I'm going to step in anyway."
The third young master waited for him to put on his clothes, then put down his hand covering his eyes, and said calmly: "You have returned to the thirteenth era, and your cultivation and strength have been greatly damaged. You may not be able to stop me. I think you are a senior, so I won't cut you Save face, you can save your face by getting out of the way."
The old man Wuya laughed loudly, before his laughter fell, the third young master had already killed him and stopped talking nonsense with him.
The two fought in the long river of chaos. After an unknown amount of time, the old man Wu Ya suddenly fled away and disappeared without a trace. A voice came from nowhere: "The third child of Miluo Palace, I have not recovered from my injuries, so I don't care about you!"
The third son, Ling Xiao, was exhausted, so he cheered up and rushed forward: "We must not let Lao Qi take the child to see the teacher!"
When he came to the universe of the twelfth era, all the pain disappeared immediately, and his cultivation strength also returned to his peak state in the twelfth era. After sweeping away the decline just now, he thought to himself: "No one will stop me now Bar?"
Behind him, there are only four Dao fruits left on the Dao tree.
But his Dao Hall is still there, as long as the Dao Hall is there, he will still be the third son of Miluo Palace, an existence who has achieved the highest achievement of Taoism and magical powers!
On the long river of chaos in the twelfth century, a giant with an ax was waiting for him.
The third son Ling Xiao's face changed slightly.
Giants are too easy!
This old enemy should be Qin Mu who found his roots when he passed by here, and asked him to come out of the mountain to stop him!
"Old Seven, you are really cunning!"
The third son, Ling Xiao, laughed loudly, pointed his spear at the giant Taiyi, and rushed forward brazenly.
When he climbed up to the other bank with injuries all over his body and jumped into the long river of chaos again, the injuries disappeared again, and he chased forward in the body of the eleventh century.
Another Dao fruit on his Dao tree was missing.
His heart sank gradually. If Qin Mu entered the river of destruction in the tenth era, a major event would happen. The war between Tiandu and Miluo Palace lasted for three universe eras!
If he is allowed to enter the tenth era, his physical body will no longer be at its peak state.
The fierce battle between Tiandu and Miluo Palace caused him to be haunted by Taoism for three cosmic periods.
At that time, it was difficult to keep Qin Mu.
And the one who left him with a dao wound was none other than the blasphemer of the heavenly capital, Ling Tianzun!
The reason for all of this is the death of the Lord of the Heavenly Capital in the Seventh Epoch.
If Qin Mu fled to the Sixth Epoch, then his High Heaven Palace would disappear. At that time, he would only have one Dao Fruit, and he would not be Qin Mu's opponent at all.
"In this era, Lao Qi must be kept no matter what! Otherwise, the chances are getting slimmer!"
He rushed forward with all his strength, and finally caught up with the golden boat when it was about to land. The three young masters roared loudly and rushed towards the golden boat!
When Qin Mu saw him coming, he immediately mobilized the Guixu Lotus and the World Tree, trying to mobilize the power to destroy the catastrophe, but the river of chaos did not stop!
"Oops!"
His heart trembled slightly, and he immediately flew up, kicked out, and kicked on the stern of the golden boat, this golden boat sailed forward with a bang, into the chaotic mist.
"Third brother, it was others who blocked you before."
Qin Mu's feet landed on the lotus platform of Guixu, mobilized all his powers, the Primordial Energy, and the talisman culture formed a road, and turned into a Chaos Sword in his hands. With arrogance, he flicked the sword and said: "Now it's my turn to stop you!"
The third son raised his spear, the tip of the spear fell behind him, and plunged into the Chaos River, his footsteps became faster and faster, the spear tip cut the surface of the Chaos River, turning into two big waves and flying to both sides.
The dao light in his Lingxiao Palace was like a rosy cloud, and it became more and more intense.
"Nan Xiang, kill the seventh son's wife!" His voice came.
On the golden boat, Nanxiang Yuanjun hesitated when he heard his voice.
Ling Yuxiu chuckled and said: "Sister Nanxiang doesn't want to offend the third son, nor does she want to offend my husband, so you can pretend you didn't hear it."
Nanxiang Yuanjun heard the words and said with a smile: "Madam is a wonderful person, no wonder the seventh son married Madam."
She simply pretended not to hear Mr. Ling Xiao's words, chatting and laughing with Ling Yuxiu.
boom!
Young Master Ling Xiao and Young Master Qin Mu collided on the long river, and the waves they created rushed towards the golden boat and hit the stern, making the golden boat even faster.
"Madam, isn't Mrs. Qi worried?" Nan Xiang looked up at her growing belly and asked curiously.
Ling Yuxiu smiled and said: "Why worry? My husband is the seventh son of Miluo Palace. Since he is the seventh son, he can never die here. Otherwise, how can he become the seventh son?"
Nan Xiang couldn't help but said: "The third son doesn't need to kill the seventh son, he just needs to knock the seventh son down the river of chaos, and let the seventh son return to the tenth era. At that time, without the protection of the seventh son, the wife will be in danger up."
"If that's the case, it's not our mother and son who are in danger, but the third young master." Ling Yuxiu smiled slightly.
Nan Xiang was puzzled.
At this moment, the golden boat that crosses the world left the river of chaos in the tenth century, entered the long river of the ninth century, and sailed into the vast chaos.
"My husband is not the seventh son yet, he is Mu Tianzun now. When he is knocked down to the past universe, he will become enlightened and become the seventh son."
Ling Yuxiu explained: "After enlightenment, my husband's strength will definitely surpass all the young masters, and it will definitely make the third young master feel the existence of fear. If I were the third young master, I would never give him a hand at this time." A chance for enlightenment!"
Nanxiang fought a cold war. Looking back, he couldn't see the battle situation of the tenth century, and even the fluctuation of supernatural power couldn't be transmitted here.
Soon, an unusually strong aura suddenly came from behind the Shishi Golden Boat. Nan Xiang's face changed slightly, without hesitation, he protected Ling Yuxiu behind him, looked back nervously, and said in a low voice: "Madam, you go into the golden palace and hide for a while!"
Behind the golden boat, the air of chaos surged, and a tall figure was looming, approaching the golden boat.
Ling Yuxiu was suddenly relieved and did not hide in the golden palace.
I saw that figure coming from the thick fog of chaos, it was Qin Mu, bloody all over, with wounds all over his body, holding a chaos sword in his hand, full of murderous aura.
Behind him, the Guixu lotus platform and the World Tree were also in dilapidated condition. Obviously, the battle on the River of the Tenth Century was extremely tragic!
He caught up with the golden boat, but the murderous aura exuded was still extremely strong, without any relaxation!
call!
The long river of chaos split open, and the third young master Ling Xiao walked out of the long river step by step with injuries all over his body!
ps: Time~ everything has been corrupted, the most handsome man in the village, happy birthday to the two lords!
The house pig does not bring a laptop power supply when going out, and the computer is out of power. This chapter is coded with a mobile phone, and it is purely hand-written! Tears~~