So What If You’ve Been Reborn?

A few days ago, the ancient Mozong inheritance opened.

A light column on the gravel beach skyrocketed, and the magic repairs and the Daxueshan people directly confronted each other. Just after receiving a message from the cold thousand mountains, and sneering to destroy the light column, Han Qianshan suddenly felt a stagnation of his chest.

The real yuan operation is not so smooth.

Several demons led by Ji Hong laughed behind the mask.

—— As a rebirth, Ji Hong dared to come to the treasure with no fear, of course, after careful planning.

Ji Hong first carefully selected the fellow travellers. He began to consciously draw these magical repairs seven or eight years ago, give them advice, help them solve their urgent needs, and from time to time also reveal their ingenious wisdom, and finally become a small group under the demon. One of the forces, each time fighting with other small forces, they can all get the benefits, and the development of these magical repairs to Ji Hong's plan is sincerely convinced.

In these demons, there is only one woman.

This is of course also Jihong's intention. He has already played the idea of ​​Beixuan Mibao, but if he wants to get the secret treasure, he must trigger the magical inheritance of the road. The ancestors of the North Xuan School are so smart, they have no big hand. With a lot of organs guarding the treasure, there is no such thing as a legendary thousand infancy, and thousands of monsters are guarded.

They just put the treasure in a box and bury it in the doorway of the underground palace.

Then, a magical inheritance was placed on the outermost side.

One day, the inheritance was triggered, people rushed into the depths of the underground palace to find the magic weapon of the classics, and even the skeleton of the ancient magic repair, who would look at the gate of the underground palace?

The North Xuan faction recorded the news of Mi Bao on a tripod, and this record was actually discovered after many years of Mi Bao’s life. Previously, this dynasty, which has been circulated for thousands of years, symbolizes the imperial power of the world, has been placed in the temple of the heavens.

Ji Hong not only knows the secrets of Ding, but also knows what the inheritance of the Mozong is. In the ancient times, there were hundreds of gates in the South, as the name suggests, and the use of suffocating qi, when the light column appeared, the suffocation was concealed by Guanghua and quietly released.

The past life directly overturned a group of self-cultivators who were attracted by the light column. Fortunately, due to the long years of suffocation, the toxicity became thin. Finally, everyone gathered on the ground for a few days and slowly moved.

——There are few poisonous worlds that can affect the Mahayana comprehension. The suffocating is not here. The cold volcanic nature is arrogant and arrogant, and it will not be prepared in advance.

Looking at the high-level snow mountain gods face change drastically, sitting in the air in the midst of a bit of hard work, and the magic repairers coming from the same road with Ji Hong burst into laughter.

The people of Daxueshan felt that it was not too late, and they planted one by one.

"Ji Hong Gongzi, are we one by one?"

It’s much more fun to cut from the low to the high gates of the big snow mountain!

No one is stupid to cut down the mountains. The skinny dead camel is bigger than the horse, not to mention the master of the Mahayana period. Even if a person who is a child in the Yuan period is annoyed, they will not be detoxified and change themselves. They will be very sad.

"Ha ha ha!"

The unscrupulous magic repair said that it would be done, the blue-shouldered dagger passed, the blood spurted out, and a Taoist twitched with pain, but because of the suffocating screams, it was unable to send out.

"Don't do this." Ji Hongxiao Yingying stopped his companions. "It’s not easy for you to repair your brothers for many years. Today, it’s enough for us to kill some disciples who have built a period of qi. I am most afraid of trouble. If you have a master. , let me say a word, I will let you go, I am afraid of being retaliated!"

A few demons sneered at the same time, casually picking up the Taoist who wore low-level disciples, and the dagger was compared to their throats.

"I... I have a master."

"I have that too."

These poor worms make a faint voice, and some of them must be false, but others say the truth.

Ji Hong smiled and looked at a guy who was looking forward to staring at the distance and constantly shouting Master to be cut off his throat.

"Don't deceive me, how can your Master not answer you?"

More people were dragged out, and some of the people in the Golden Age of the Yuan Dynasty couldn’t bear it. They stopped to adjust their interest and opened their eyes and barely reached out to the apprentice who was crying. Ji Hong also obeyed his promise and immediately threw these people back, but more people turned a deaf ear and wanted to drive the poison out of the body.

"Ji Hong Gongzi." There is a magical policeman who can't say the cold thousand mountains.

"Don't worry, when the battle of the Holocaust, the suffocation of the hundred-doors, even the immortals can't resist. It is impossible to suppress the toxicity in a short time."

Ji Hongkou said it easily, but he was suspicious in his heart.

- He does not believe that the swordsman who values ​​the treasure does not send people behind them.

The air is shrouded in a few miles, and those who follow in the dark should fall down. How come to the moment?

At this time, the cold thousand mountains stunned, and looked fierce, waving an understatement.

A Qinghong crossed several magic repairs, and Ji Hong stunned and retreated, but it was too late. The cold swordsman was instantly there, and his face's evil spirit mask was split into two halves, and his eyebrows were red and red.

Jianfeng stopped not far from his eyes.

One hand caught the sword front, and the blade trembled.

In the middle of Ji Hong's face, there was a blood mark, and there was no mask. After he entered the body, he also fell softly and fell to the ground.

At this time, the stiff body of the demons burst into a **** fog and scattered on the gravel beach.

"Song Jian Zun!" said the words of Liang Qianshan.

The people of Daxueshan are shocked: it is the second person! The enemy of this door, the culprit of the Qiankun concept from the Central Plains three hundred years ago? !

Many people who were lying on the ground could not look up and could not see the appearance of this demon statue.

Ji Hong’s fearful warfare looks at the back of the demon.

——The original Sword Swords did not send people to follow them, he came directly! !

Ji Hong quickly filtered his words and deeds in his own days, lest there were flaws.

"Liang Qianshan, you have inhaled suffocation, even if you have stolen the North Xuan Pai practice, but the shallow learning. Want to suppress the toxicity and fight with me, I am afraid that it will not."

The sword sorcerer was wearing a black robe and his face was also covered.

His hoarse and low voice, listening to the cold mountains and anger.

浣剑尊者悠悠 said: "I don't kill your doorman, you don't have to worry about it. And with me here, wait for the end of the inheritance, secret treasure is in the world."

"Are you crazy?" Liang Qianshan blurted out.

He was so angry that he couldn't think of why the Sword Swordsman had publicly pointed out the news of Beixuan Mibao.

Ji Hong looks at the idiots and looks at the cold mountains: Once the swordsman of the sword wins the North Xuan Mi Bao, the news is not immediately rumored by the cold mountains, the world knows? In this case, why should the Sword Supreme conceal the news?

For the safety of Beixuan Mibao, the demon statue can't kill the cold mountain now. It is urgent, and the self-explosion of the Mahayana comprehension is not a joke.

Liang Qianshan angryly took back the sword and began to drive the drug.

One day and one night passed quickly, and the light column became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

The Liang Qianshan and the Sword Sword are both at the same time, disappearing in the hole.

As soon as they entered, they saw that their foreheads had just stood up, and Li Wei, who had a mask, was holding a red box and was sitting on the ground. Speak to yourself:

"How come, how can Bei Xuan Mi Bao be this..."

***

A few days later, Yuzhou.

The sky was bright, and Chen He’s last week’s aura came into the body and slowly opened his eyes.

Outside the small courtyard, the sly look of the hot water satin towel respectfully waited, not long after, the door was pushed open, after reading the memory of the little black account of Chen Hexing rushed out, but found that the brother is not.

Chen He swallowed the voice of joy, and sneaked into the window of the brothers to peek.

The gap between the window sills is enough for Chen He to see the figure sitting on the couch.

Chen He couldn't help but pick it up. He only thought that he had cultivated himself as a refined, meridian wounded, but he almost forgot that his brother had been invaded by the heart and broken his mouth. I am afraid to cultivate for a while.

He crept out of the small courtyard and turned to ask the cockroaches who always followed:

"What is the command of the brothers."

傀儡 stiff and shaking his head.

"I give my brother a law." Chen He took the opportunity to sit under the big tree in the courtyard.

After wiping his face with a satin towel, he continued to ponder the gestures of the hundred spirits.

But sitting still, calm, and the body did not change, the gestures pinched and did not feel.

Chen Wo stood up and sneaked, and once again sneaked into the room.

"What are you looking at?" Shi Jie did not know when he stood behind him.

Chen Wo’s subconscious hands turned his back and said honestly: “Look at the brothers.”

"When I go out to go shopping, I still need your protection method?" Shi Jie touched the head of the younger brother and found that his hair was in a mess, silently sighing, taking out the comb from the mustard magic weapon.

The slightly lower size of the juvenile is just right for standing and standing.

Chen He’s feeling turned around, squinting his eyes and enjoying the feeling of combing his hair gently.

The skill of the brother is really good.

"I trained on your head." Shi Yan tapped the back of the younger brother with a comb back.

"Hey." Chen He discovered that he had unconsciously said what he thought.

Carefully pondering this answer, Chen He once again narrowed his eyes, very happy. The brother is so good, but when he thinks that he has two apprentices, he is sour in his heart.

He has embraced his arms and protected others.

The seemingly indifferent face is also worried about others. Maybe I have combed hair for others, bought it, and went to the market...

Chen He shook his head, and his heart was a little annoyed.

- The brothers' apprentices are not alive, how can he have such thoughts.

"Well?"

"Nothing, I am going out!" Chen Wo did not dare to go back, and ran out of the yard.

After releasing the comb, the comb was returned to the mustard magic weapon. After the younger brother left, he returned to indifference and recruited two tricks:

"Follow up to protect, don't expose."

Going back, turning into a shadow disappears.

He explained that he had looked at the north and walked back to the room to continue meditating. He had to raise the wounds and he was sure to take the beads from the swordsman.

The name of the sword is called the second one, but in fact it is the first master of the magic.