Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality

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Like the color of a hundred flowers, dragging a mountain spring between walking.

The cage that has been imprisoned for more than four hundred years has collapsed, and the woman with a blurred face took a deep breath of free air and felt a lot of emotion. She is a group of unconsolidated illusions. The so-called free space is a wind for her. The unconscious body is not how refreshing the air is, how delicious the berries are.

However, she can still enjoy freedom, isn't she?

"Hey, let's say yes, let you out, you have to help deal with the Eight-Different Snake." Lin Luodong looked at the shadows and only looked at the daze, anxious.

The face was covered with a mist, wearing a shadow of a flower skirt, a gentle smile on the two teenagers, disappeared in place.

With Cui Hezhen and others joining the battle, Asada Saito has already lost his life. If he did not personally receive the will of the goddess of the mountain, he will not rely on one faith to support the present.

The current situation is already very pessimistic. Asada Saito suspects that he will live up to the expectations of the goddess.

A psionic bullet and the life of a shrine waiter, Asada Saito's eyes are red, and there is a hint of helplessness from the subconscious mind - can he really not help these Chinese monks? Then, how do you take over the shrine and be the leader of the great gods!

Asada Saito has been like crazy, Wen Guanjing can't suppress him, and when he is wrong, Asada Saito is carrying a knife like Li Xiaoer. He wants to see how these Chinese monks who are sacred, in the face of danger, save themselves or save ordinary soldiers!

When the battle lasted for a long time, these special forces were able to rely on the protection of Li Yuer to play with the cold arrows. When Li Xiaoer saw the shallow sky, Saito suddenly slammed into a sword, and her wrist turned over and became the golden "bee tail".

The sharp sharp needle of the gold system suddenly appeared in the whole body of Asada Saito. Since he forced Li to choose, Li Yuer also forced him to choose.

Is it important to kill the enemy, or is it important to protect yourself?

Over the years of experience and growth, Li Xiaoer has long been a little girl who was forced by the Golden Eagle to fight back. She will not let herself drag the "Lin Shijie" hind, never!

Asada Saito was shocked. He didn't expect this seemingly delicate Chinese woman to have such a courage. She knew that she couldn't be both, so she chose to gamble?

Then she chose the wrong one.

When he gave up the ridiculousness of the young and chose to be the waiter of the Shrine of the Palace, he had already dedicated his life to the gods. Asada Saito will never forget that after working hard to become a guardian, the feeling of the power of faith flowing through the body was felt for the first time in the main hall on a certain day.

That was the response of the goddess to his devotion.

Some gold needles have been plunged into the body of Asada Saito, and the sharpness of the gold technique has caused his meridians to be disrupted in an instant.

And his samurai sword was also cut on the protective cover that Li Weier held up.

Sparks splashed, gold stone meet! This is a choice that is doomed to lose both!

"Asada."

Who is calling him? Asada Saito's foot steps stop.

"Asada." The voice rang again, like a breeze blowing over the hills, like the next year's admiring sister, young and gentle, gentle and dignified. Asada Saito could not help but look up.

Like the brightly colored skirts, her body contains the colors of Mount Fuji, but it is not contradictory. As for the face, Asada Saito did not dare to look at it.

"Asada, although you are blinded by the eight, but serving the heart of the gods, you can be a **** shrine."

The shrine waiters and Japanese monks who were attacking stopped, and the floating shadows in the air gave them a familiar feeling of strangeness. It seems that I can’t see the feeling of growing up in front of my eyes, and I can’t help it.

Asada Saito also has this feeling, or he feels stronger.

Can it be a shrine? He suddenly understood who the woman was wearing a flower skirt - the wooden flower opened the goddess of the goddess, the guardian goddess of the holy mountain.

The sound of the early listening, has always been the monster of eight differences?

The samurai sword of Asada Saito fell to the ground.

"I don't deserve to be a great priest."

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Looking at a phantom slowly falling, Lin Luoran was not very surprised. It was the arrogance of the eight layers of hard soil, suddenly became silent, Lin Luoran even felt it shivering.

"You didn't seem to notice my existence on that day, dusty fairy, why are you not surprised?"

The virtual shadow sounds mild, and Lin Luoran finds that she is not using Japanese.

"You don't know that I am dusty?" The words are not false, but from the guess to confirm, Lin Luoran also squeezed a sweat. If the testimony of the **** is not a falsification, when the murder case and the disappearance, there must be such a color that the **** of the **** are still fresh.

Lin Luoran began to think that everything is the ghost of this "wood flower open yeah goddess", but the statue dug up in the park is an eight-eight-eight monster. It is impossible for the wooden flower to open the goddess of the goddess to make a wedding dress for others. Then, is the power of the Eight-Different Snake to seek the faith of the goddess of Mount Fuji?

She did not know the grievances of the two. At that time, she did not even know that the Eight-Different Snake was suppressed under Mount Fuji.

But when I entered the dream and saw the life-like Edo period, the incoherent fragments finally became a complete clue.

Tokugawa Ieyasu made a hand when he expanded the Imperial Palace Shrine four hundred years ago to help the Eight Senses to gain the power of faith. More than 100 years later, his great grandson Tokugawa Yoshizawa upheld the ancestors and built the Falcon in Shibuya. The field, and buried the statue of the Eight-Different Snake as a medium, absorbed the negative emotions of the army as the nourishment of the dark faith, and made Tokugawa Ieyasu have a four-hundred-year dream in the interior of the Mount Fuji volcano, helping the eight differences to create four hundred years. The power of the dark attribute belief.

If it weren't for the Falcons to become a peaceful and peaceful park, there would be no energy supplements in the world of eight and dreams. It should not be an idea to seduce the living to dream.

Then, there will be no islands in your own country, and the wooden flower goddess of the eyes will reappear?

However, according to the sinister eyesight of the fire phoenix, the illusion in front of the eyes should only be the remnants left by the gods when they abandoned the human world. After years of incense, they have independent thinking and exercise their duties on behalf of God.

She was banned by the sinister method of the Eight-Different Snake. The latter may also think that she completely wiped out this ruthlessness. Who knows that this is also a strong man, who has been ignoring the light for four hundred years, only to gain a fatal blow when he is free.

"After you go up, go down the mountain, the sooner the better, the volcano will erupt at any time." The virtual shadow raised his hand, and the dying Japanese youths were sent out to the crater.

Lin Luoran was amazed. "You don't blame them?"

The illusion shakes his head, "Resentment? When the gods still do something wrong, let alone these mortals."

What is grievance, as a virtual shadow that has just had an independent consciousness, can not appreciate the mortal emotions. She was made up of the remnant of the goddess of the wood flower, and the former has long been a **** of indifference. Perhaps many years still know the joys and sorrows, but when I leave this god, I am afraid that only the high is left. Pity. Lin Luoran thought thoughtfully, pointing to the volcanic wall and curled up on a pile of white bones, already old and not adult, only a sigh of Tokugawa Ieyasu:

"What about him, do you complain?"

Lin Luoran could feel that when she asked this sentence, there was only one breath of Tokugawa Ieyasu, and the weak breathing was not noticed at all. He didn't suddenly die, but held his breath and waited for the answer.

The virtual shadow hesitated for a while. "Four hundred years ago, he took people to expand the Imperial Palace Shrine, and when he changed the layout of the shrine, when I was imprisoned, I really didn't like him. I couldn't feel at ease when I thought of him. This is resentment. ?"

Lin Luoran nodded.

The virtual shadow sighed, "But I saw what he is now and forgave him."

Lin Luoran looked at the side, only a layer of skin of Tokugawa Ieya slightly moved, and actually shed tears. Although the water vapor was instantly evaporated by the heat of the fire, Lin Luoran saw it clearly. Tokugawa Ieyasu burst into tears, and a group of belief light clusters like incandescent lamps drifted into the shadows and fell into her eyebrows.

Is this the power of faith before Tokugawa Ieyasu’s death?

After the death of Tokugawa Ieyasu from the black to the white, the power of the great faith, the face of the virtual shadow can finally see the five senses.

This is a very intimate woman, Lin Luoran did not think about the first goddess she saw, it would be a single eyelid.

Lin Luoran did not have the opportunity to talk to her again. Baqi finally tore off the disguise of its fear of illusion at this moment:

"Very good, one with faith, one with a godhead... After the **** took over, it really is the best of both worlds."

Its shivering voice disappeared, leaving only the ambition. The soil layer was completely cracked, and the head of the eight fingers was drilled out of the melt.

Lin Luoran frowned, Lin Dad, they should have evacuated Mount Fuji, right? Then she still needs to fight with the eight differences?

With her own cultivation to save the ordinary people of the island country she did not like, Lin Luoran is not the Virgin, she hesitated, and even feels worthless.

The magma drifted over the water hood, the volcano was erupting, whether it was leaving, or fighting, and Lin Luo was hesitant.

At the moment of this electric Flint, she saw that the woman who had not had her own name, who had just been independent and dressed in a flower skirt, left an unusually beautiful smile with a holy radiance on her face.

Her solid figure gradually collapsed and returned to the little light of the power of faith.

A little bit, a little bit, where the light went, the angry melt was calmed and solidified, and the laughter of the eight differences came to an abrupt end.

This is the most sacred light in the world, and belongs to the power of faith of thousands of ordinary people!

Lin Luoran was in the hood and was sent out by the crater. The latter had a complete feeling. "Why do this?"

The phantom is about to dissipate. She smiles more beautifully than the flower skirt. "You will understand... This is the responsibility of the gods."

——But you are not a true god. Do you need to protect the mountain with your body?

This sentence Lin Luoran did not have the opportunity to ask for an exit, everything has been settled.

The mushroom cloud shrouded over Mount Fuji, and there was no big bang in the midst of the imaginary explosion. Mount Fuji did not collapse. If it weren’t for the volcanic ash that rose, no one could imagine what happened a moment ago.

The last remnant of the Japanese nation, and the Eight-Different Snake have died together -

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