I was Invincible for a Billion Years

The evening glow dispersed.

Zhao's royal residence, unprecedentedly quiet.

The lobby that can hold a thousand people, no one speaks,

Looking at Chu Lingxiao sitting quietly drinking tea, everyone feels numb for a while, like a carved statue, and the expression on his face stays at a certain point in time, making people look lost.

This……

Is this a dream?

Even Zhao Yongchang felt extremely unreal, as if he had not yet woken up, he looked at his hands and could not speak for a long time.

Me, is it already the strongest of nine atmospheres?

Why is it so simple?

Do not!

should say.

Why did you let yourself rise to two realms at once, to reach the realm of luxury in this life?

This is all around.

The hall of Zhao's royal family with nearly a thousand people is deadly still!

Easily let the elder patriarch rise to two levels.

At this moment, almost everyone shook his head in his heart:

"No, it is not for the elder patriarch to rise between the two realms. This should be said to be given! To the elder patriarchs!"

It's incredible!

How can such a thing exist in this world!

Budo realm.

Especially at the level of Grand Master of Martial Arts, every time you rise, it is as difficult as going to heaven.

Set aside talent.

Only by chance and epiphany can we help to improve.

How could it be like this case? !

God List Supreme, it is impossible to do it!

All the Zhao clan can't think of words to describe the feelings at this time. They can only admonish themselves over and over again in their hearts. This is not a dream, this is not a dream.

Otherwise.

They are all scared and fainted.

……

"Okay, now in Jinling City, among the four emperors, no one is your opponent."

Chu Lingxiao spoke out faintly, and his tone was still so indifferent.

"Thank you, sir, you are a mortal man!"

Zhao Yongchang admired the five-body cast land, and his unmoved hurdles for more than a hundred years had crossed so easily, which was unheard of.

He respectfully said:

"Sir, you deserve to be the existence of Chen Daojie and other masters of the eight atmospheres, who must kneel and kowtow."

"It's unimaginable!"

Boom!

In an instant.

Wen Yan said, all the Zhao clan people in the whole lobby felt a cool back, and their terrified heart twitched.

Heard the name.

Everyone was stunned and shocked.

Just heard it right? !

Let Grandmaster Chen Daojie kneel and kowtow?

Wasn't that ... some time ago, the whole of China's royal family taboo was rumored, Chu Lingxiao!

He turned out to be Chu Lingxiao!

Maybe he realized what he said should not be said, Zhao Yongchang reprimanded in a low voice

"Everyone has listened well, who dare to reveal the identity of the husband, will be expelled from the Zhao clan!"

Finally, Zhao Yongchang seemed to have some meaning:

"And Mr. You ..."

……

"Ask if you have any questions, don't support me." Picking up the tea cup, Chu Lingxiao seemed to know what Zhao Yongchang thought, and the tone was indifferent.

"I knew I could not hide my husband."

Zhao Yongchang's old blush:

"Please also ask sir later, I will be back soon."

Finished.

People, left the lobby.

Hasn't passed a minute.

Under the doubtful eyes of all Zhao clan, Zhao Yongchang held a scroll in his hand and returned to the lobby, carefully handing it to the table beside Chu Lingxiao.

Chu Lingxiao glanced, his eyes suddenly changed.

The scroll is housed in a glass box. Although the pair of painting scrolls looks old, it is still lifelike.

"This ancient painting is the inheritance of my Zhao clan from thousands of years ago ..." Zhao Yongchang was hesitant in his tone, not knowing whether to say it or not, after all, it felt too absurd.

"If you have something in your heart, just talk." Picking up the tea cup, Chu Lingxiao's tone was indifferent.

"Yes."

Zhao Yongchang nodded, his tone more respectful:

"After Mr. left, he forgot to ask Mr. one thing."

"This is the ancient painting, and one of the people in it is very similar to the dress of Mr. Today."

This ancient painting.

When first reached him, Zhao Yongchang didn't think much about it. It was just a coincidence and he didn't think about it any more.

After all, there are too many people wearing similar clothes in this world.

But since Chu Lingxiao appeared again.

Zhao Yongchang suddenly remembered this matter.

And he never thought of it.

One hundred years later, the husband is still alive and still so young!

Mr. Incomprehensible, has anything to do with the people in the paintings thousands of years ago?

"Sir, I don't hide you. The person in this painting, the thin boy, is my ancestor of the royal family of Zhao."

This doubt, Zhao Yongchang held it in his heart for more than a hundred years, and had been puzzled, and he reunited with Chu Lingxiao. He naturally wanted to know the answer:

"Sir, do you know the man in the white robe in this painting?"

The drawing axis slowly opens.

I do n’t know how long the ancient paintings have been sealed in dust, and they once again appear in the eyes of all Zhao clan.

They couldn't help but come close together.

Looking at the painting hanging on the wall, Zhao Ningyu was a little puzzled. She saw this painting for the first time, but why did the man in white robe only draw one side?

Can only feel vaguely, is a young man.

Thousand years ago.

A young man, why can the ancestors who sit on the emperor's seat deliberately paint this picture?

And.

This ... few inscriptions above ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There is one that seems to be different from other handwritings, not the same person.

Strange.

Too strange!

Who dares to inscribe a word in the paintings of Fenghuang's ancestors?

Zhao Ning is puzzled.

Similarly, all the Zhao clan in this lobby are puzzled.

Inevitable, the doubts of thousands of years ago, can this royal taboo give an answer?

"Bring pen, ink, paper, inkstone." Chu Lingxiao didn't answer directly, but instead answered some questions.

Although Zhao Yongchang was puzzled, he still ordered people to take the ink treasures collected by the Zhao clan.

Immediately.

Chu Lingxiao took the brush and gently wrote a word on this ancient painting-life!

Finished writing.

That white robe has already left.

Only left beside the ancient paintings, Zhao Yongchang, dull-eyed, looked at the word of life, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"An ancient painting thousands of years ago, this life word is exactly the same as written by Mr.!" Zhao Yongchang's face was shocked, but he was speechless.

This ancient painting.

Was drawn by the emperor Feng, and the same line of characters.

And that life word.

Is most likely left by the young man in white robe in the painting.

But now.

Thousands of years ago handwriting, how could ...

"Sir, you won't live for a thousand years!"

Hiss!

Zhao Yongchang sucked in the air, and the frightened soul didn't stand by.

In the lobby, all the Zhao clan are very close to petrochemicals.

"Millennium?"

Standing on the top of Kunlun Snow Mountain, overlooking the entire ancient capital of Jinling, but in the eyes of Chu Lingxiao, it was like a drop in the sea.

"My years are more than a thousand years."