Having just become a fairy god, my descendants may come out

Jiang Changsheng could hear Ling Luo’s voice, Jin Lan jade above the divine thought could also feel that The Heavenly Beer inside was also not spiritual.

Tomb Xuangang urgently asked: “Ask the fairy, what is the lineage?”

Jiang Changsheng sounded again: “You better not know, to avoid trouble.”

Mo Xuangang heard it, hurriedly shut his mouth, he stood up, went to the cave door to wait.

Jiang Changsheng performed the dream technique, entered the Tomb of Ling Luo in the dream, the Tomb of Ling Luo was not a dream, but now the state is the same as dreaming, so the dream technique is possible.

Jiang Changsheng walked into a piece of red land above, the great wilderness, the golden sand of Tian, Tomb Ling Luo stood on the ground, Jiang Changsheng appeared behind her, according to her gaze, the last heavenly land was extremely dark, there was a building like a heavenly pillar standing upright, don’t know how high.

“What locality is this after all?”

Tomb Ling Luo muttered to himself, his words filled with worry.

Jiang Changsheng patted her shoulder, threatening her to immediately jump out, turning her head to see that it was Jiang Changsheng, she did not relax.

“Who are you?” Tomb Ling Luo said in a low voice, his delicate eyelashes tightly furrowed.

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, “Have you even forgotten? Rest assured, I’m a dreamer, I’m here for your friend.”

Hearing this, Tomb Ling Luo was still half-convinced.

Jiang Changsheng’s attitude towards her was also satisfied, saying: “Let’s go, if you are uneasy, we have the ability to keep a distance, this in the lineage establishes a memory dao, he will talk with you, but he does not see me, you do not need to panic him, He’s nothing more than a memory, no matter what kind of method you use to ask him, to contact him, he’ll respond to you.”

As soon as he entered the dream scene, Jiang Changsheng swept over, and immediately saw the opponent.

Tomb Ling Luo was surprised, but still chose to nod, as soon as she came out, the two of them walked away from the stone stele together.

Tomb Ling Luo was not asked: “Longevity, as if it were you, could it be that you arranged for me?”

She felt that there was no possibility of such a coincidence, she had also encountered danger and predestination in the past, but Jiang Changsheng did not have an incarnation, considering that this time was special, the consciousness entered the lineage in memory, it should not be such a coincidence.

Jiang Changsheng said: “Whether it is or not is not important, it is good to grasp it, this predestination is not simple.”

Authentication is not simple!

Although it is only a fragment of memory, but also using frogs sitting at the bottom of the well, The Heavenly Beer Master is powerful, most likely compared to all martial artists who are strong.

Far away Tian Tian spoke at least five staffs, extremely bombastic.

This made Jiang Changsheng think of Ye Xiangyuan, Ye Xiang could also condense into a stone with his feet, just two blocks of beer were not the same.

Tomb Ling Luo moved forward on one side, and Jiang Changsheng chatted and chatted a little, and she knew that this was the Longevity Song, not an illusion.

Jiang Changsheng’s temperament and temperament are very difficult to imitate.

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The other kind is nothing unknown, nothing that doesn’t understand that the state is very clearly the Longevity.

Even though she knew this point, she didn’t come close to Jiang Changsheng, being a little careful was a good thing.

The two of them hadn’t even gone to The Heavenly Domain before, the heavenly realm shook strongly, the great land appeared each terrifying horror head, quickly expanded into a canyon, even the Tomb of Ling Luo flew in the sky, Jiang Changsheng was also very calm, standing in the same place, at the foot of the void, there was still no fall.

Seeing him for nothing, Mo Ling luo turned her head to look back, her eyes widened, and her face showed a look of surprise.

Prisoner Tian bia turned into an extremely large stone sword, standing at the end of the heavenly realm, at the sword above, there was a dao body leaning back against the hilt of the sword, at the stone sword above was like small bare dust, maybe his aura was extremely powerful, attracting Tomb Ling Luo’s eyes first locked on him.

“Junior, can you recognize this sword?”

A loud voice rang out, ears aching.

Tomb Ling Luo frowned, she naturally hadn’t seen it, but she was afraid to say the wrong thing.

“Just now Changsheng said. . . !

Ling Luo’s eyes twinkled, and she opened her mouth and said, “Who are you?”

“I’m not important, I shouldn’t be a martial artist.”

Hearing this, Mo Ling luo couldn’t help but look towards Jiang Changsheng, his eyes a little incredulous.

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, “You said the same situation this time is not related.”

Tomb Ling Luo once again looked towards the stone sword and said, “You are still a maiden.”

“Ha ha ha, Man Wilderness, floating master Wu, junior, where did you have no Martial Emperor?”

Mo Ling luo frowned and said, “Is it possible or not to hurry up?”

“What is the Martial Emperor? The Martial Emperor is the high-level martial dao, it is the unification of the powerful force, which can shake the heaven and earth rules of force.”

“Changsheng, he really fixed the way he talked, it made sense.”

“Very good, it seems that you have received the enlightened lineage, junior, beyond this sword, as long as you can do it, you can harvest my lineage.”

“Changsheng, he’s with you, who’s strong?” facing Tomb Ling Luo curiously, Jiang Changsheng smiled and didn’t speak.

The other mystical sound didn’t sound either.

Tomb Ling Luo flew up, flew to the great sword stone in the sky, Jiang Changsheng followed closely behind, they saw the other person.

This man with messy hair, the man in the animal skin made into a robe, his face full of mourning, his eyes closed, there was a long scar that pierced through his eyelids, under his eyelids, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his white hair fluttered, his whole body spread out to his neck.

It wasn’t wrong, a person who had spread out his neck.

This kind of aura is not merely old, but just seeing this, people can immediately feel that he came from a very ancient caveman, undergoing a refined moon.

Tomb Ling Luo recovered her sight, she flew to the sword sheath next to her, it was just a sword sheath like a high mountain, she pressed her hands tightly, bringing all her strength, basically withdrawing motionless.

She tried several times, and it didn’t work.

Jiang Changsheng said: “Drawing a sword is not a hard draw, don’t forget, this place is not a reality either.”

Tomb Ling Luo heard it, immediately enlightened, she flew to Jiang Changsheng next to her, once again looked towards the stone sword, her gaze became steadfast.

Inwardly she poured out a resolute belief, the other was to overcome this sword.

She was a genius herself, from small to large, she had never been hindered, she was presumptuous deep inside, so this machine was very strong, the body appeared, the big sword stone began to vibrate.

The dust flew, the great seismic tremor.

The sword above the dao body stood upright, under the drooping hands, turned to look at the Tomb of Ling Luo, and said: “Good, don’t think about the ten thousand generations later, you have the right to achieve my lineage.”

“Remember my name, I am the Heavenly Martial Emperor, this is the Celestial Sword Prison, it can help you unleash the Heavenly Celestial Sect, forever not wanting to throw it down.”

The mystical sound sounded again, and the mournful aura revealed a heroic spirit.

The heavens followed the fortress, Jiang Changsheng reported that the dream technique was broken.

Tomb Ling Luo’s eyes widened, her eyes shot out pink, in The Heavenly Sword’s hand, it dissipated into the silver qi, attracting the martial spirit qi to flood into her body, her two eyes inside began to show each martial dao body, different moves, high-speed glitter swaps.

In the distance of The Immortal Qiang in the heart of the math:

“I want to know how strong the Heavenly Martial Emperor was when he was alive?”

【 temporarily lawless discourse, not at the internal detection range system 】

It’s not countable, but authenticity exists.

Jiang Changsheng suspected that The Heavenly Martial Emperor’s body was still there, the Martial Emperor body was immortal.

Unlike Lin Haotian who had encountered the lineage before, the other one had only the law, and was also atheistic.

Jin Lan yue above the divine thought could feel the Tomb of Ling Luo’s power skyrocketing.

This is the lineage, not only to fish users, but also to help turn taxes!

Jiang Changsheng fell on the ground, and opened his mouth to ask: “Miss, have you ever heard of The Heavenly Martial Emperor?”

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Hearing this, Meng Wujun’s eyes on the page in her hand shifted, and she looked towards Jiang Changsheng, and said: “Knowing that, in the Ancient Holy Dynasty, there are more than ten different eras Martial Emperors, of course, this is not the whole, just the Holy Court understands, The Heavenly Martial Emperor is extremely ancient Martial Emperor, his relics are also widely circulated, no matter how many people do not know his real name, consider him to be the Heavenly Dao City, the original heavenly legend, dark to the extreme, has the most divine sword opening, because the world brings aura, Kai Tianzhi said it is The Heavenly Martial Emperor, he martial dao great city, especially the heavenly sword, slashing and covering the powerful Hao Tian, because the world brings the aura.”

This legend also attracts the attention of other forces.

Meng Wujun said: “In the world of legendary fairy gods, most of them are ancient martial artists, just amplified by many generations, of course, there are also true fairy gods that exist, it is you.”

She looked towards Jiang Changsheng, her eyes were filled with enthusiasm, she thought of understanding the world god, but before that Bai Qi also asked, Jiang Changsheng did not answer, so she did not dare to ask much.

Ye Xiang asked curiously: “How strong is The Heavenly Martial Emperor? In the inner Martial Emperor eras, can you name more or less?”

Meng Wujun shook his head and said, “It’s not clear, at least the first five positions, after all, a lot of Martial Emperors don’t have a problem.”

Jiang Changsheng thought of Lin Haotian’s Invincible Reincarnation Sutra, and he asked, “Is it not invincible or reincarnation for the sake of the Martial Emperor?”

Meng Wujun nodded and said: “Yes, it was ten thousand years ago a Martial Emperor, he swept across the world, moved the champion, and at the same time, the Martial Emperor was not a rival, he was most famous for resurrecting a Martial Emperor, Bring him down, this one for fighting, went to Feng Ma level.”

She paused for a moment, and continued to say: “Immortal Martial Emperor, he has the same lineage, the Holy Court is also unable to collect it, please ask Dao Ancestor, can you obtain their lineage?”

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, “Just ask a little.”

Everyone didn’t believe it, but they didn’t dare to question it either.

Ye Xiang hurriedly asked, “Is there a Martial Emperor?”

Meng Wujun shook his head.

Ye Xiang hadn’t given up on his intentions, and asked, “Where is that Great Diamond Divine Body?”

Meng Wujun said: “The Great Diamond Divine Body that was born in the Holy Dynasty, you must be the other divine body, although it is strong, but the same True Diamond Divine Body cannot be compared, but the Great Diamond Divine Body also has no way to go to the Martial Emperor height, The Martial Emperor is not only a realm, it is also a champion of the trench, so each martial emperor is not the same.”

“Today, I feel that only Dao Ancestor has the status of Martial Emperor!”

Ye Xiang scolded silently, he will make full use of the horse’s buttocks, you are also finished, what do I do now?

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The spirit was depleted. The old era collapsed, leading to the demise of the prophet. Humans must adapt to a world without spirits.

From there the age of magic was born. The old era is hidden by the heads.

Then one day, the spirit spirit restored, the old era ruins with tens of thousands of years buried underground began to appear.

Is the Magician or The New Prophet the master of the new age?

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