Take The Family To Cultivating Immortals

Feng Ling regained consciousness, looking at the strange Sea of ​​Knowledge World, a little dazed.

How long has she slept? Why does it feel like tens of thousands have passed? Where is this again?

She looked at Lin Haoyang's soul and shadow, she was kind, it seemed that this person refined Yuque and then awakened him.

But the strength is a bit weak, the sea of ​​knowledge is so small, I'm afraid it's only Nascent Soul Realm, so weak, how to refine Jade Que?

Suddenly, she felt a familiar breath, like that guy? And here, there seem to be some old friends

"Feng Ling! You...woke up!"

Just thinking of this, Xiao Jinlong's trembling body swam in front of Feng Ling, tears in his eyes.

Feng Ling frowned. This guy still loves to cry so much. In the battle that year, he was crying and crying on the side, preventing her from fighting well.

"Why are you crying? Aunty is not dead yet, how is the battle outside? Master..." Feng Ling was a little afraid, afraid of getting bad news.

Of course, the master she was talking about was Yuque's former master, not Lin Haoyang.

Feng Ling was more arrogant than Long Ling, and Long Ling sincerely convinced Lin Haoyang, it was not easy, let alone her.

Speaking of this, the dragon spirit, the boy, and even the phantom of the Buddha Tower in the distance, all looked faint.

In that battle, the defeat was too miserable.

Seeing the look of Long Ling, Feng Ling had already guessed seven or eight. After all, the battle situation at that time was really bad, and the fairy world fell into a total disadvantage.

The enemy is too powerful.

Feng Ling no longer asked, but said:

"The war... how long has it passed?"

"Twenty thousand years, the immortal realm has been shattered, and your master has died in battle almost out of all! The era that belongs to you has passed!" Lin Haoyang said in a ghostly shadow.

Little Jinlong opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't say anything. Lin Haoyang was right. The time that belonged to them had passed.

Feng Ling was shocked. How could it be possible that she fell asleep for 20,000? It shouldn't be so! So many veterans here.

Although she is not familiar with the Eighth Stage Xuanjing Pagoda, she has seen him from a distance several times on the battlefield, and he is still there. Is that twenty thousand past?

More importantly, the phantom of the Buddha Tower is still there. Tell me...Master, has it fallen?

Seeing Feng Ling's expression of disbelief, Long Ling spoke, and will tell you everything from the beginning to the present one by one.

...

After a quarter of an hour, Feng Ling was in great grief, and the immortal world was destroyed, which was somewhat unacceptable.

The extremely powerful Immortal Realm was actually destroyed, and their master died in all likelihood.

Feng Ling slowly accepted the result after waiting for a long time.

"Crying ghost, so now, we...have nothing, right?" Feng Ling continued.

Hearing the three words crying ghost, Long Ling couldn't help but cried again.

"No, there is still me, and the tower, he hasn't destroyed it, and the master shouldn't die, otherwise he can't be there.

He is the master's life soldier. If the master is really dead, he will not be able to project, so we still have a chance! "

"Right, Heita!" Long Ling roared hysterically for the first time.

The projection of the Buddha Pagoda trembled, without saying more, that battle was too tragic, and his body also shattered a lot.

His master finally gave up on him and started the ultimate battle with the strongest person.

Unfortunately, after that battle, their master did not return. He pushed his broken body and fell in the starry sky.

It wasn't until Lin Haoyang cultivated the Profound Realm of the Buddha that he returned again in the form of projection.

Because Yuque was buried, Lin Haoyang was the first to cultivate the Buddha Profound Art in the past 20,000 years, so he did not hesitate to condense a projection on Lin Haoyang.

Now that there is a second person who cultivates, he can't condense the projection, that is to say, he is also betting, with the help of his projection and the Jade Que Shuangling, Lin Haoyang can grow up.

After a stick of incense, Feng Ling sighed softly and put away the sadness on his face.

"Boy! It should be your purpose to wake me up at such a price!" Feng Ling said.

Little Jinlong wanted to speak, but was stopped by Feng Ling and said:

"Let him say to himself, not everyone can become my master, and I have only cultivated the Profound Art of the Buddha. Although it is good, it is only good."

"If you want me to surrender, you must show strength! If you are faint and incompetent, I will not help you!"

Feng Ling's voice was firm, and he did not give Lin Haoyang a chance.

Even if there is only a ghost shadow in the sea of ​​consciousness, the corners of his mouth can't help but twitch, is Feng Ling so difficult to deal with?

I'm like this, it's just average, your request is really high.

However, Lin Haoyang was considered to have seen people with strong winds and waves, and was not frightened.

"I can't guarantee you anything. If you cultivate a path, who dares to say that there are no accidents."

"Immortal Ascension, I'm not sure, but with you, I can't Immortal Ascension, not only is I bad, you are the same, so many forces are gathered together, and they can't succeed. I will die soon!" Lin Haoyang said.

As Lin Haoyang said, Long Ling's heart and liver were trembling, so angering Feng Ling, he was really afraid that Feng Ling's violent temper would explode.

Unexpectedly, Feng Ling smiled instead and said:

"You're not bad, at least you know the advantages you have now, and you don't have any desire for profit."

"It's you alone, I can help you, but as long as you don't Immortal Ascension, I won't recognize you as the master!"

Lin Haoyang's Divine Sense phantom grinned. No matter what Feng Ling thinks, it doesn't matter whether he recognizes him as the master.

As long as Feng Ling is willing to help him, that's fine.

Now that Feng Ling has recovered, he has the opportunity to control the power of the rules. As long as he controls the power of the rules, the selection of the holy son Holy Maiden will be no problem.

Lin Haoyang's soul phantom shook his head and said:

"It doesn't matter if you don't recognize the Lord, just tell me, can you let me control a rule in a short time?"

Like Long Ling's reaction, Feng Ling frowned and said:

"I was still complimenting you just now, why do you have to control the rules in Nascent Soul? Nascent Soul does not repair the nine changes of Nascent Soul, so what is the power of the rules?

You have to know that every Realm has the necessity of his existence. If you are so lofty, I will take back what I just said, I will not help you.

I have a way to control the power of a rule in a short time, but I... won't tell you! "

Lin Haoyang frowned. Unexpectedly, Feng Ling actually had a way to control the rules in a short time.

What was even more unexpected was that Feng Ling, like Long Ling, was so opposed to his power to control the rules.

Suddenly, Lin Haoyang seemed to understand something, too.

Today's Realm division, even after 20,000 years, has not changed much, it is necessary for him to exist.

Who knows how long has the current Realm division existed in the fairy world? a thousand years? One hundred thousand years?

Over the years, there hasn't been much change, that is to say, Nascent Soul Realm has something unique to him.

After explaining it to Feng Ling Haosheng, Feng Ling barely understood it.

Today's Human Race, I didn't expect to have been so bad.

Suddenly, Lin Haoyang suddenly remembered something and said:

"Feng Ling, what is the Nascent Soul nine changes you just mentioned?"

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