Mythological Native Species

Feng Lin was not the only one who hoped that everything would stop. X23US. COM

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It's just the starting point, of course it's different.

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Feng Lin didn't want the little pigeon to lose himself in the endless memories of remnants.

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The little pigeon was cultivated by him, and at the same time, he was the one who had meticulously cultivated for three years.

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Not a disciple, better than a disciple. Feng Lin is not hard-hearted, how could he not have the slightest emotion?

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It is true to use it, but he is not willing to exchange the life of the little pigeon.

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Besides, once lost in the endless memories of remnants, these sacrifices are actually meaningless.

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Of course, Feng Lin thought so, but others didn't.

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Some people want to kill them together with the little pigeons. In this way, they prevent the Soul Summoning Scripture from continuing to call the dead souls and wake up the past.

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In the huge roar, the sky suddenly opened a big hole.

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With the opening of the opening, what appeared in front of him was a chaotic graveyard that stretched for tens of thousands of miles.

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The soil on the ground was dark red, exuding a strong **** smell, and there were broken limbs everywhere. In the dim void, rotting vultures hovered, sometimes falling to tear the rotten flesh on the ground and devouring it, while the torn stomach dripped with highly corrosive venom.

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"This is a small world of caves opened up in the body with a powerful inner qi cultivation base! Some people want to use such a small world, superimposed here, to affect the purity of the yin qi of the heaven and earth." Feng Lin just glanced at it. See through its purpose and trend.

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In that strange little world, a gloomy wind was blowing. In the yin wind, small blue flames swayed in the yin wind, and it seemed that they would be extinguished at any time.

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When it got closer and closer, it was suddenly discovered.

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Those floating small flames are actually clumps of ghost fires, and the ghosts lingering in the ghost fires are ghosts and ghosts.

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The strong death qi, combined with the rich yin qi between the heavens and the earth, caused many people to shiver all over with chills, and their faces were pale. It was obvious that they had been deeply poisoned by the cold and dead qi.

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"I can't let that small world come! Its dead aura will pollute the yin energy around it and affect the soul-inspiring spirit!" Feng Lin already had a decision in his heart.

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If yang qi is the opposite of yin qi, it will consume yin qi and affect the concentration of yin qi. Death qi is a dirt variant of yin qi, and its existence will affect the purity of yin qi.

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If it is just a single transmission to attract the yang energy of a small world, it is like a bucket of water. If you want to extinguish the fire that spreads across the whole world, it will not affect the overall situation at all. But dead air is like sewage. Even a small pot of sewage, if thrown into the lake, will pollute the water.

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Feng Lin did not leave Little Pigeon's side, but waved his long sleeves.

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His sleeve, like a huge black hole, absorbed most of the dead energy, the ghosts, and even the small world that came across, into the sleeve.

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"The world is in the sleeves! How could he do this trick?" Some people who thought they knew Feng Lin very well were puzzled in their hearts.

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Of course Feng Lin would do this.

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He's so close to Zhen Yuanzi that he wears a pair of trousers, why can't he do this trick?

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Most practitioners who don't know much about it think that the universe in Zhen Yuanzi's sleeve is a space supernatural power.

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However, in its core, it is a very powerful suppression technique.

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It is very similar to the world in the palm of the Buddha, Kong Xuan's five-color divine light.

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Under one sleeve, anyone who is caught in the sleeve will lose the ability to resist, and will be directly suppressed by force, and may even be refined.

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Although Qiankun in the sleeve is a very remarkable method.

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However, the specific power still depends on the level of the person who uses it.

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Feng Lin was originally a seventh-level golden immortal, so speaking, his realm was not too low.

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But when he came to the world of Slaughter Heaven, he left the galaxy universe where he became Jinxian, and his realm fell by half, and he lost the meaning of immortality.

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The small world that came across is not simple.

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The man behind it seems to be an 'old guy' whose strength should have reached the eighth level.

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Feng Lin was suppressing the small world, and the small world in turn wanted to devour Feng Lin.

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The two pulled each other into a rather weird force field.

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Under the storm of death, on top of a huge tower built with a human head, there was a throne made of accumulated bones. On the throne, the author was an old man covered in black bone armor. The old man seemed to be sleeping with his chin on his back, but a crazy will radiated from him.

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"It's spectacular, isn't it?" The voice of vicissitudes came from above the throne.

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"I only know that this requires killing a lot of people!" Feng Lin already understood the purpose of this old man.

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Stealing the sky and changing the sun brought a huge amount of Yin Qi, and at the same time, the powerful remnants of all parties summoned by the Soul Summoning Sutra also attracted this old man.

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He needs to acquire these as nutrients for his practice.

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Sure enough, I heard the vicissitudes of life saying: "This world is the place where I retreat and practice. My core martial arts practice is death energy, so naturally I need a lot of dead people. What's more, when it comes to resources, in this world, there are still many dead people. What resources are more abundant than people? Inexhaustible and inexhaustible! Therefore, I am destined to traverse the ages, and finally cut through the sky."

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The unmistakable coldness revealed in the voice is also chilling.

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However, he couldn't scare Feng Lin.

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In the Galaxy Era, Feng Lin has not seen the 'big devil' who destroys the world at every turn.

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The old man in front of him looked terrifying, but his behavior could only be regarded as a pediatrician.

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No nonsense, Feng Lin chose to do it.

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He was afraid that if he stayed here for a long time, what would happen to the little pigeon.

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Whoosh!

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In an instant, Feng Lin opened the golden body of magic defense.

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Although martial artists usually focus on hand-to-hand combat, the cultivation of the Dao sometimes leads to the same goal.

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Just like the old man in front of him, who has the strength of the eighth level, he has already begun to comprehend the rules and appreciate the avenues.

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His method is definitely not just melee combat, but should involve many energy fields.

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In this respect ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Magic Defense Golden Body has a lot of room for manipulation.

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Of course, Feng Lin, who has cultivated into the seventy-two transformations, has a tyrannical body that is already unusual.

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At the same time, within the eternal lighthouse, a white light searched out, sprinkled on the wild and eight wastes of this small world, and shattered the majestic death energy.

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The old man slightly stretched out his index finger, facing the sword that Feng Lin rushed towards, a huge amount of energy condensed between his fingers, turning into an extremely condensed shock.

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Clang!

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In the next instant, Feng Lin flew upside down with his long sword at a faster speed. The sword body was still vibrating at a very high frequency, emitting continuous shocking power. If Feng Lin did not let go of the sword in his hand, the continuous shocking power would hurt his internal organs.

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With a twist, Feng Lin transformed himself into a giant beast that fetched the stars and the moon.

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The battle suit on his body was twisted and turned into a black battle armor, which tightly enveloped Feng Lin's body, and then lent its power to Feng Lin.