I was Invincible for a Billion Years

Twelve levels of land fairyland, ten directions are destroyed, the real top combat power in the world!

Go one step further!

Then you can become a fairy!

Keep pace with the legendary immortal, and achieve a long lifespan!

In Lin Tianhou's heart, he was both excited and shocked.

Twelve levels of land fairyland!

It was unexpectedly given by the young man in front of him!

As the last descendant of the emperor in this ancient land, he is different from the children of the royal family in the imperial capital!

Talk about seniority!

He is enough to be called grandfather by the old patriarch of the royal family in the imperial capital!

Talk about shocking the world!

Not only has he seen a peerless figure of the emperor's level in the portrait!

Five hundred years ago!

He is the youngest of the Twelve Princes, and he is lucky enough to have survived to the present age!

Mr. Xie, help me enter the twelfth level of the Land of Gods and Wonderland! Looking at Chu Lingxiao, who was wearing white clothes fluttering with his hands behind his back, Lin Tianhou completely surrendered. .

Breakthrough to the twelfth level of the land fairyland!

Heaven and earth, all over the world.

It was the first time he saw such a terrifying existence, even if it suppressed an emperor of an era, it was far behind!

Just a back view!

Lin Tianhou felt the blood in his body, the blood of Fenghuang, trembling uncontrollably!

Father, you go to Yangzhou alone every year. What are you doing?

in memory.

His amazing father, who broke the shackles of heaven and earth, and sealed the history into history, every time at the beginning of spring every year, he secretly takes off the dragon robe of gold silk brocade by himself and puts on simple plain clothes. Quiet, leave the palace of the imperial capital.

He was only six years old at that time.

Naughty by nature.

Everywhere in the palace of the imperial capital, running around,

If it wasn't for that time, he wouldn't even know that his father would rush to Yangzhou every year at this time!

Father is going to meet someone, you are not allowed to tell others, father has left the imperial capital, did you hear that!

Go to see someone? Father, you are the son of heaven. Is it the king's land in the whole world? Is it the king's minister on the shore of the land? Why are you sneaking around and not wearing a dragon robe...

Because in front of Mister, no matter what your father's status is, it doesn't matter!

In his time, Yangzhou was the most affluent ancient capital in China, where almost half of the common people, traffickers, poets, writers, and dignitaries gathered.

The Son of Heaven patrols.

Yangzhou should be the first choice!

All civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty thought so.

Only he knows.

Why did the father inspect Yangzhou many times, and even later, among the fifty civil and military personnel, fifteen of them were from the ancient capital of Yangzhou!

Lin Yaojue is also considered as an ancient genius who can be ranked in the forefront among mortals.

On the eaves of the imperial mausoleum palace, Chu Lingxiao stood with his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and said calmly: Unfortunately, even if he is qualified to visit Fengxiantai, he is still a mortal after all.

Everyone...

The last three words,

It turned into a distant sigh, full of loneliness and desolation.

The world of mortals is determined by mortals, what do you think?

This sentence.

Lin Tianhou's pupils shrank suddenly, and the memories that had been hidden for more than 400 years rushed out like a tide.

At the last moment of his life, an old man wearing a golden silk dragon robe, sitting on the throne, looked at the direction of the ancient capital of Yangzhou, his eyes were dim, and he sighed to himself.

Sir, you said that the world of mortals is determined by mortals.

Why do you want the world to worship the immortal Buddha, build temples for them, and offer incense to them? Why... Sir, why...

Lin Tianhou's pupils dilated, looking at Chu Lingxiao on the roof of the palace.

His lips were trembling constantly, tears kept rolling in his eyes, his emotions were high, his face was full of disbelief, he knelt down directly, and wept loudly:

gentlemen!

One sir.

Contains too much!

His father five hundred years ago,

The last powerful emperor in the era of suppression in the world, every time I go to the ancient capital of Yangzhou to meet people and people who are honored as Mr., the answer is ready to come out. It is this young man in white standing in front of him at this time——Chu Lingxiao!

You don't have to beg me, get up.

Chu Lingxiao said lightly:

Your father once asked me why I built temples and temples for the lofty immortal Buddhas in the sky. Immortals and humans grew up in this ancient land together. They were human beings just like you!

It's a pity that your father didn't see through this point!

Lin Tianhou lowered his head and did not speak again.

Did not see through.

Intentional knot.

Before ascending Fengxiantai, the body disappeared and fell, and the sky was full of golden rain!

Father, you are under the Nine Springs, have you heard...

The breeze blows over the eaves of the temple.

The world only knows that I am the forbidden master of Kunlun, but who knows who is the forbidden master of Kunlun?

Chu Lingxiao?

Or is it Chu Taboo?

He sighed lightly and said all the words, revealing a hint of self-deprecating meaning.

If you haven't seen the stars, how can you see the universe?

Mortals in this ancient land, your road is still long...

The eaves of the imperial mausoleum palace.

A young man in white, with an elegant figure, hands behind his back, a faint and lonely long sigh, turned into a breeze swaying, lingering in Lin Tianhou's ears for a moment, the latter's pupils shrank suddenly, his face was full of shock, and his hair stood on end. Feel the scalp tingling.

Lord of Kunlun...

Sir, it is the forbidden master of Kunlun!

He is a descendant of the queen, and he knows very well who is invincible in this star.

Except for the forbidden master of Kunlun.

No one is qualified to be named Invincible!

After all, Lin Tianhou is an old antique who has lived for five hundred years, and he is also a descendant of the queen. In terms of ups and downs and stability of mind, there are few people in the world who can compare with him.

He lost his mind for a short while, and immediately came to his senses, kowtowed again, and begged respectfully: Sir, please can you...

At the beginning, I didn't join the imperial group because I wanted to protect my father's spine. Now I have nothing to worry about, but there is something, sir, please agree!

Lord of Kunlun!

This is the forbidden master of Kunlun!

If you can...

You don't need to say anything, I can promote a few mortals for you to aspire to the land gods and wonderland. Chu Lingxiao stood in front of Lin Tianhou with his eyes blinking, and said lightly with his hands behind his back:

The premise is whether they have the qualifications!

Lin Tianhou's face was filled with joy, he quickly got up, bowed and said: Please sir, come with me.

In a few seconds.

Lin Tianhou brought Chu Lingxiao respectfully to the old man's house first.

just.

Wang Guozhu, the person in charge of the imperial group, and Yang Qishan, who is in charge of literary affairs, are drinking tea.

See Lin Tianhou who guards the imperial mausoleum.

The real descendants of the empress dowager came here in person.

The two looked at each other, quickly got up and bowed to salute.

Old Lin, why are you here?

Don't you want me to be the head of the imperial group? Lin Tianhou didn't talk nonsense, and straight to the point: I don't want this title, you will give it to sir!

gentlemen?

Following Lin Tianhou's line of sight, under the willow tree in the courtyard, there was a figure in white with his back facing them. Standing there, Wang Guozhu and Yang Qishan couldn't help being stunned.