The Global Samsara I Know All The Plots

The corner of Xu Long's mouth raised. Although he didn't have the transparent beast-repelling technique of the Erlin brothers, his previously huge will left a deep mark of own in the beast-repelling ring.

At this time, he was unmoved by the escaped spirit-seeking armadillo. With a move of will in his mind, a circle of ocher light suddenly lit up somewhere in the Great Hall, and the teleporting spirit-seeking armadillo suddenly stopped.

I saw it squatting on the spot in pain, and a circle of micro-lights around its neck was slowly rotating, looking like it was wearing an khaki collar under the scales.

It’s just that the spirit-seeking armadillo’s expression becomes more painful as the micro-mans spins. The soul in its mind keeps trembling. The spirit weapon imperial beast ring has a natural restraint effect on it, causing its soul to be imprisoned to death. There is no resistance in the numerous Restrictions of the beast ring.

At this time it knew that the imprisonment in own soul had not been lifted, but the beast ring under its neck had been replaced by a master.

The eyes under the scales were closed several times, and he blinked quite cleverly at Xu Long. Xu Long did not have the ability to communicate with spirit-seeking armadillos like the Erlin brothers, but at this moment, he saw the armadillo. With painful and pleading eyes, he stopped the will in the beast ring.

The pain in the armadillo's soul was immediately relieved. After trying Xu Long's method, it dared not to have two hearts. At this time, a teleport quickly came to Xu Long to express its own loyalty.

Xu Long looked at it with a nasty look, thought for a while, and flipped out a few pieces of Rogue Cultivators in his sleeves and handed it the inferior Spirit Stones from the spirit veins.

When the Spirit Stones handed it, the eyes under the scales suddenly brightened, and the armadillo did not expect to be rewarded by the new owner after selling a good one.

With its sharp claws turned, it took away a few Spirit Stones and hid them in its own animal bag, and then the body was grouped together under Xu Long's feet, making it look quite intimate.

And Xu Long's body was instantly enveloped by a strong smell of soil, he stood in the thick smell of soil, and suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and his body was a little unstable.

Good guy, this is not easy to be smoked.

Xu Long frowned and thought: In addition to finding spiritual objects and breaking the barrier, he didn't expect this armadillo to have a unique trick of invigorating people. How do the Erlin brothers hold back when they get along with it?

It seems that when an unfamiliar cultivator uses an armadillo, it is easy to hurt yourself.

Forcibly resisting the feeling of fainting, Xu Long waved his hand to collect the armadillo directly in his body. He does not need the armadillo to find a spiritual thing for him now.

This spiritual tool and the spirit-seeking armadillo were accepted by Xu Long comfortably. After all, Deng Fellow daoist previously said in the barrier that "treasures are taken by oneself". This unowned spirit-seeking armadillo was rescued by Xu Long, so he went straight to it. "Pick yourself up".

After combining the two energies of the annihilation power in Xu Long's body with the burning sky sacred fire, through confronting the eternal ice fog, and then experimenting with the ice-carved armadillo, he has now determined that the two energies in his body have perfectly restrained the eternal ice fog. .

The combination of the two can even "resurrect" the ice-carved armadillo. Of course, this is also the body of the ice-carved armadillo. There is not much eternal ice fog in the body of the ice-carved armadillo.

If Xu Long was left alone to deal with the eternal ice mist that surged like an avalanche, then he would definitely follow Deng Shou's clash with them and just run away!

Everyone came to the city to find treasures and Spirit Stones. The arsenal and mansion were all occupied by Deng Shouchong and his team.And I found the background about the Exile in the Great Hall, and also learned about the past events of the city.

Xu Long knew that the most important thing was not the things of Liangku, but the energy core in Heishui City, which was the real priceless treasure in a city.

But don't you know that after ten thousand years, this heart of the city still remains in the ruined city?

The dim light in Xu Long's right eye flickered. He restored some magic power and then cast his gaze on a Daoist shadow. He also had many questions about the middle-aged cultivator.

The destruction of this city is absolutely inseparable from the fog beasts. The fog beasts must collect a large number of ice sculpture cultivators when they lay eggs, and those cultivators that turn into ice sculptures are the masterpieces of the fog beasts.

It is conceivable that thousands of years ago, there were countless cultivators in the city, which ended their actual lives under the eternal ice fog. They were collected together, and the beast eggs laid were parasitic in the body of the cultivator.

Since countless cultivators can't escape the catastrophe of being parasitized, why is the middle-aged cultivator not parasitized by fog beasts laying eggs?

Moreover, when Xu Long first saw the middle-aged cultivator, he was in the wall of the city. That location was the center of the inner city and the outer city. If the city was not destroyed, the whole city could be connected at that location.

The doubts in Xu Long's heart became deeper and deeper. It seemed that he was being led away from the moment he entered the city, and no information about the ancestral spirit was found inside the Great Hall.

Can't go on like this anymore, Xu Long's eyes flashed, and after a little restoration of Magic power, he began to condense the two energies in his body again, and his figure slowly approached the middle-aged cultivator.

A huge will spread around the middle-aged cultivator, as if to catch possible accidents at any time, Xu Long's eyes flashed with caution, the two energies in his body were combined and poured into the middle-aged cultivator.

He wants to "resurrect" the middle-aged cultivator who "dead" ten thousand years ago!

Xu Long naturally knew the danger of doing this. When he first saw a middle-aged cultivator, he felt that this person possessed his own majesty, and whether the power belonging to the superiors had not disappeared after 10,000 years of "death".

Will it cause a change after rashly resurrecting him? Although Xu Long had scruples in his heart, he didn't care so much in order to find useful information for him at this time.

The resurrection of the ice-carved armadillo just now was not a whim by Xu Long. He had to experiment on the ice-carved armadillo, and only after obtaining the correct results would he start working on the middle-aged cultivator.

The middle-aged cultivator who has been blocked for ten thousand years is no different from the dead, but Xu Long is still prepared. Judging from the temperament of the middle-aged cultivator, he must be one of the few realm cultivators in the exile.

The big cultivator of this kind of fairy Realm is very proud. I don't know what Xu Long will think about his rescue, so Xu Long made up his mind to search for the soul directly.

After the energy dissipated the mist, he directly entered the opponent's soul with a huge will. Although it was a bit cruel, it was safer for both.

Xu Long’s Magic power was quickly swept out, and he felt that his own Magic power was consumed too much when he rescued the armadillo, so he stayed to restore the Magic power.

At this time, when he cast it on the middle-aged cultivator, he felt that his own Magic power was quickly consumed like being absorbed by a long whale.

Looking at the rising cyan water vapor, Xu Long's face was gloomy and difficult to understand. He now clearly knew the power of the eternal ice mist.

The power of own annihilation and the burning sky sacred fire are unique things in the world, and they can be said to be unprofitable when facing the enemy. The opponent often uses ten times or dozens of times the energy to offset the own attack.

In front of a mere ice sculpture cultivator, Xu Long found that his own Magic power was rapidly consuming. He now realized how the enemy felt when facing his own means.

But even with such crazy perfusion, the mist on the middle-aged cultivator still disappears slowly, and Xu Long is not worried after the previous experiment.

He transported the magic power of two energies, poured it down on the middle-aged cultivator after a period of time, and then used some Spirit Stones to replenish himself, so as to reconcile himself, so that his energy always maintains a stable threshold. Uncontrollable scene unexpectedly.

The mist in the middle-aged cultivator's body was gradually driven away, Xu Long's hot Magic power escaped from his body, and the stiff body of the middle-aged cultivator gradually returned to normal.

However, he did not move at all in the two energies, allowing his own body to slowly recover, but the whole person was still the same as the previous dead person.

A hint of surprise flashed in Xu Long's eyes. The cultivator seemed to be in a different situation tens of thousands of years ago, but at this time he had no time to find out. The huge will that had been accumulated outside the body of the middle-aged cultivator instantly flew out at the right time.

Xu Long's purpose is to search for the soul of the middle-aged cultivator, which is about the memory that has been concealed and erased in the past ten thousand years!

The huge will indiscriminately entered the middle-aged cultivator's mind. Xu Long carefully controlled the will exploration. He was afraid that the realm powerhouse of these ten thousand years would have any backhands in his soul.

The will swept through the chaos in his mind. Xu Long carefully explored the fragmented memory in the opponent's mind. The middle-aged cultivator didn't know when he was a giant. There is not much memory of his life in Xu Long's will.

The will is carefully searched in the soul, and the life of the middle-aged cultivator quickly passed through Xu Long's will, and suddenly stopped for a period of time.

Frames of pictures flashed through the will like a slide, and some vague memories suddenly appeared in Xu Long's mind.

In a boundless world, on a vast land, that is a place full of Spiritual Qi and Dongtianfudi, that is a world of countless immortals and gods.

Gather in the magnificent Great Hall, step on the invisible clouds, chase under the sun and moon, and indulge in the Silverman’s Star.

There are ancient words in the other world, and the cultivator there will sing ancient ballads. They gather candlelight as fire, and they collect raindrops as water.

The gods there stand on top of the sky, the immortals there pick the stars and take the moon, the totems there cover Kyushu, and the gods of life there are endless.

In this world, there is Heavenly Dao's blessing, in this world there are rules to appear, in this world there are laws and visions, in this world there is truth perception.

In that period, countless strong men were born, with countless classics and endless stories.

At that time, there were ancient inheritance and endless glory. Immortals came to the world outside of Fuze, and the treasures were contained in the mystery.

This is an era of heyday, this is an era of cultivator, this is an era of the birth of strong men and gods, this is an era of glory and glory.

This world once made countless people yearn, and this era makes countless people look forward to it. Among them, there are opportunities that make the Creator jealous, and among them are the pride of the cultivator.After this scene flashed in Xu Long's mind, there were fragments of memory in his will, as if things after the glorious moment were deliberately erased.

Xu Long will then search the memory of the middle-aged cultivator, and will quickly search for the memory in this world, but there is no deed about the gods in the memory, but another scene emerges in his mind.

There are countless blood all over the earth, the river that used to flow with clear water has turned into a pool of blood, and the glorious Great Hall is already full of people.

Those Heavenly Dao Samsara, the truth of the law were deliberately concealed, those regular sun rises and nights were reversed, the rivers above the earth were cut off, and the rainwater above the snow-capped mountains was evaporated.

The former fairy gods were fighting, Magic power broke through the silver man, the light shattered the sky, and the turbulence caused in the heavens and the earth stopped the rules of the world.

Those cave heavens and blessings that have been passed down for countless years have all turned into ruined dojos, and the creatures and giants that were once aloft have all turned into a cold corpse at this time.

This is an era that makes people cry, this is a sad era, this is an era of chaos and darkness, this is an era in which order has been lost.

The ballads that were once sung turned into mourning songs, and the old words were turned into sacrificial essays.

Once those old stories have been replaced by newcomers, once those countless glories have been filled with desire, once those glories have been covered by the dark night.

The gods who once had endless lifespan will also age, the immortals who once picked the stars and the moon will also fall, the once powerful gods will also compromise, and the once proud totems will also succumb.

Those once beautiful worlds will also be broken, those once perfect orders will also be chaotic, and those once impossible creators will all leave the field in despair.

Conspiracy and betrayal, bewilderment and deception have been filled with countless lies in the once stable world, and have become decayed in the once prosperous world.

Countless gods and immortals were imprisoned, countless Cultivation Techniques and inheritances were destroyed, countless cultivators who dared to resist were all killed, and in the blood and darkness, countless people were forced to withdraw from this world.

As the struggle failed, the gods were broken up one after another, and then exiled in the heavens, allowing them to perish in the barren land.

Without the obstacles of the old nobles, new forces have appeared on the stage, and a brand new era has arrived!

Frames of chaotic pictures flashed in Xu Long's mind, and when the world began to recover, he stopped abruptly. He couldn't help asking himself: Was the previous scene a catastrophe...

Those scenes have never been encountered before, and I have never seen them before, but everything that happened to the middle-aged cultivator is so real.

Is this something that middle-aged cultivator has personally experienced? Is this what happened to the middle-aged cultivator in the past?

In the memory of the middle-aged cultivator, Xu Long really learned some different scenes. You must know that these are the misings of the ancient times!

But in it, Xu Long also found that some memories were completely isolated, and he couldn't even check it when his huge will invaded.

This is a method possessed by the realm powerhouse, which can isolate some important memories of oneself, so that outsiders can't forcefully search for souls and grab them.

And Xu Long is sure that in those isolated fragments of memory, there must be something about the Primordial Catastrophe, which is something that even the main god must be silent. Xu Long's current Realm naturally knows less about it.

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