Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

"Yes!"

The hesitant short-haired girl nodded heavily.

Looking at Chiyang Mountain in the distance, Nan Huaiqin took a deep breath and murmured, "What exactly is he going to do?"

Although he didn't understand what Lu Chen wanted this kind of thing at this time, Nan Huaiqin had a feeling somewhere.

Lu Chen is the key to breaking the game.

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In the middle of the night, layers of clouds and mist filled the sky, covering the starry sky and moonlight.

On Chiyang Mountain, there was only a handful of flames swaying in the mountain wind, and the four of Chen Qilin had gradually fallen asleep around the flames.

Jin Songxia, a blind leaf like a big bell, wrapped the young Taoist priest in it.

The young Taoist sat leaning against a tree, holding a simple copper bell in his hand, and was in a daze.

A figure of a man full of resentment floated above the copper bell.

This is the resentful soul of the demon Lin Qing'an. Lin Qing'an has no cultivation base, and his spiritual wisdom has long been wiped out. Now there is only this resentment that cannot be dissipated.

Lu Chen imprisoned him in the first place in order to eliminate his grievances.

Under the night, the young Taoist priest looked at the resentful ghost in the soul-detaining bell and the 17 days of merit accumulated in the Taoist Tianzang, his eyes flickered.

Chapter 51 Please go down the mountain 【Please recommend a monthly pass! 】

early morning.

"quick!"

"Following vehicles keep up!"

"Make sure the truck arrives at the appointed place on time!"

Amidst the noise and howling, Nan Huaiqin watched as the special combat vehicle loaded with thermal weapons and the huge truck covered with green felt drove into the secret place in the western suburbs.

The sixtieth old man glanced at the time on his wrist and let out a long breath.

The decisive battle is finally coming.

Nan Huaiqin, with sharp eyes like a knife and a figure like a rainbow, followed the truck into the secret realm.

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Chiyang Mountain.

The sky in the east is slightly twilight, but the golden sun has not yet penetrated, and layers of clouds will cover the sky.

Wisps of drizzle are like silk threads, shuttling between the sky and the mountain.

The rain cut through the mist and dew in the mountains, adding a sense of dust to the whole Chiyang Mountain.

Among the high mountains, dense clouds and water are common.

Sitting cross-legged under the tree, Lu Chen slightly opened his eyes, looking at the mountain top hidden in the rain clouds, the young Taoist's eyes flickered.

The rain disturbed the rest of the few people, guarding the fire that was about to fall in the distance, the few people turned their eyes to Lu Chen and remained silent.

Obviously, they were waiting for Lu Chen's final decision.

They were less than two hours away from the summit.

It also means that two hours later, they will formally face a big demon from ten thousand years ago.

And Lu Chen is their core.

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The top of Chiyang Mountain.

The middle-aged man sitting behind the desk opened his eyes slightly, the white light in his eyes shone, and the originally calm mountain wind suddenly scattered.

"It's mid-Tianyuan."

The light in the eyes gradually dissipated, and Ping Yuan moaned softly, his eyes were a little hot.

"This moment is really too long."

The middle-aged man looked up to the sky, and seemed to enjoy this feeling of regaining his strength.

After thousands of years, he finally reappeared in the world by virtue of Yuan.

As long as he eats Lu Chen and improves his cultivation level again, this piece of world will be completely reduced to his demon country.

"Qinghan, you and I will be the masters of this world soon."

Ping Yuan let out a wild laugh, and the monster power poured out unscrupulously, straight to the sky.

The woman in red said coldly, "I hate that I didn't kill you first."

"late."

The middle-aged man smiled disdainfully: "You didn't want to kill me back then, but now no one in the whole world can kill me."

After finishing speaking, Ping Yuan's eyes flashed sarcasm: "You are like that dead ghost Lin Yanghou, with blood dripping from your hands, but the compassion in your mouth is louder than anyone else's."

"Wait, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Qing Han did not answer.

"Clap!"

A drop of drizzle lightly fell on the desk, watching the splashing water, Ping Yuan stretched his brows and tightened slightly, and murmured, "It's another rainy day."

"Rain is good too."

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled slightly: "Save the dew and make tea."

"Qinghan, cooking tea on a rainy day and waiting for the celestial master, will it be a good talk in the future?"

Ping Yuan stretched out his hand to draw a small pot in the air with demon power, collecting the falling rainwater one by one.

The woman inside remained silent.

Ping Yuan seemed to be a little used to Qing Han's half-hearted answer, tapped his fingertips on the table, and the picture used to monitor the outer mountain reappeared.