The Prodigies War

Some people want to deal with themselves, and it is related to their battle in Baiyujing Soul Refining Building, and it is also related to the upcoming battle of the Nine Regions.

This is the inference made by Lin Xun.

But what made him sigh was that the general situation in the world today is indeed different, and at least some people don't want to see themselves suffer.

For example, the drunken old man who rode a green donkey and hung a sword gourd.

For example, the beautiful white-haired woman who was called the grandmother of the leader of the Wutian Sect by Xiao Yao in the Tianshu Holy Land.

For example, all the gods who silently and silently resisted the disaster for themselves along the way.

The enemies are destined to be those who had grudges in the past, such as Tongtian Sword Sect, Tianshu Holy Land, Black Nightmare Tengu Clan, Golden Crow Lineage, Sea Soul Clan, Xuandu Dao Sect, Myriad Beast Spirit Mountain and so on.

But Lin Xun couldn't make a specific judgment on who the person who helped him was.

"Do good things without leaving your name?"

Thinking of this, Lin Xun couldn't help but think of what the old drunken swordsman had said--

Go ahead boldly though!

...

God Machine Pavilion.

Mr. Shen opened the book and read it leisurely, enjoying himself.

On one side, Mr. Miao Xuan let out a cold snort and said, "As expected by senior brother, there are indeed many idiots who jumped out along the way. Don't they have to kill this son to be reconciled?"

Mr. Shen smiled and said: "This is hatred, those ancient Taoist traditions, don't think that Lin Xun's son can turn the tide in the battlefield of the Nine Regions, if it is not because of the general situation in the world, they will only be more unscrupulous. ."

Mr. Miaoxuan sighed softly: "Under the nest, how can there be no eggs, even if it is a huge hatred, can't it be solved later?"

Mr. Shen closed the scroll in his hand, his eyes were clear, and said: "Because they are in a hurry, if they don't solve this problem now, in the future... I'm afraid there won't be many chances."

Mr. Miaoxuan was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses, nodded and said, "That's true."

Today's Lin Xun seems to be an almost invincible existence under the holy realm!

He has a strong background and extraordinary talent. One person can influence the world, enough to make those old monsters in the ancient wilderness despair.

And with Lin Xun's aptitude, when he entered the Nine Regions battlefield, he was destined to be sanctified without any accident.

The ultimate sanctuary!

The meaning of these four words alone is enough to make the old monsters in the holy realm in the ancient wilderness tremble.

What's more, with Lin Xun's current background and combat power, even if he is a supreme saint, he is definitely not an ordinary supreme saint!

At that time, among the ancient Taoist traditions in the ancient wilderness, who would dare to deal with Lin Xun like this?

"If I don't kill Lin Xun now, when he returns from the battlefield of the Nine Regions, these ancient Taoists should have trouble sleeping and eating."

Mr. Shen said indifferently, "If they don't want to be settled by the future Lin Xunqiu, they can only seize this last chance and gamble."

Mr. Miaoxuan sighed, and then seemed to think of something, and said, "Brother, how much hope does this son have to return from the battlefield of the Nine Regions alive?"

Mr. Shen thought about it and said: "It's hard to say, but what is certain is that if this son can really survive in the battlefield of the Nine Regions, when he returns, looking at the entire ancient wasteland, the saint can only be in front of him. Head down."

Mr. Miao Xuan's eyes narrowed.

He took out the Spring and Autumn Brush and the Qing History Book, intending to record it.

Mr. Shen said helplessly: "Don't remember these, it's just a small talk between you and me."

Mr. Miaoxuan thought for a while, then put away the book and pen, and asked, "Senior brother, is there really nothing wrong with this son?"

Mr. Shen laughed and counted with his fingers: "Drunken Swordsman, Le Wutian, Ye Jiuxiao, Laughing Not Returning, Wei Zangyun..."

He said a long list of names at once, and then said: "With so many old guys shooting together, it's hard for this guy to have less hair."

Mr. Miaoxuan couldn't help laughing.

He knew that all this was arranged by his senior brother.

Since the end of the battle at Bai Yujing, Senior Brother seems to have expected this to happen, so he has set up a lot of back-ups.

Mr. Miao Xuan asked, "Brother, the last question, why do you attach so much importance to this son?"

Mr. Shen was silent for a long time, then said: "On the battlefield of the Nine Regions, if there is a glimmer of hope to reverse the defeat of the ancient wilderness, then this glimmer of hope lies in this child."

Mr. Miaoxuan was stunned and his mind was shocked.

...

a few days later.

The vast star chess sea is full of fog, and islands are scattered like a star, scattered on the sea surface, looming in the mist.

When he arrived here, Lin Xun loosened a tight string in his heart and turned to look at the way he came from. There was no one there.

But Lin Xun handed over his hands and said solemnly, "Thank you for sending us all the way, seniors. Lin Xun will remember such great kindness in his heart and will never forget it."

After all, the four fields were vast, and no one responded.

Lin Xun smiled and turned to go to the sea of ​​stars and chess in the distance.

In the dark that Lin Xun couldn't detect, an old man said to himself: "I wait for this move, and it can be regarded as a good relationship for all beings in the ancient wilderness. Take care of your son."

Until the figure of Lin Xun entered the sea of ​​​​stars and chess, the old man's figure suddenly merged into the void and disappeared.

"Failed?"

On this day, ancient Taoists such as Tianshu Holy Land, Black Nightmare Tengu Clan, Jinwu Lineage, Xuandu Taoism, Sacred Fire Sect, etc., who had a grudge against Lin Xun, all learned the news that Lin Xun had returned to the Sea of ​​Stars and Chess.

For a time, I don't know how many big figures in these Taoist traditions were angry about this.

"It's over. If you want to kill this son again in the future, I'm afraid there will be no such good opportunity."

Someone sighed.

"Hopefully, it's better for this son to die in the battlefield of the Nine Regions, otherwise if he is allowed to come back alive, in the future... who can cure him?"

Some people are worried.

These things all happened in the dark, and all beings in the world were almost unaware, but for those ancient Taoist traditions, they knew that the actions taken by those Taoists who wished Lin Xun died failed again.

...

After returning to the Sea of ​​Stars and Chess, Lin Xun began to meditate.

Lao Ha was in retreat, Lin Xun didn't disturb him, but he was a little worried, and he didn't know when Zhao Jingxuan would come to join them.

In the days that followed, Lin Xun honed his cultivation and performed his own Taoism with the Tao of stone carvings.

Day by day, stone statues gradually piled up beside him.

These stone statues are all lifelike and full of indescribable avenues of charm, each of which can be regarded as the embodiment of Lin Xun's own Taoism.

Carving stone statues is like remodeling Dao Xing again and again, pouring Lin Xun's understanding of Dao, so each stone statue presents a completely different atmosphere.

In this process, although Lin Xun's realm has not changed, his understanding of the Great Dao has been completely precipitated.

The more abundant this kind of precipitation accumulates, the more amazing the sublimation will be when it erupts!

The only shortcoming is that each stone statue lacks a pair of eyes.

That pair of eyes is the opportunity to prove the Tao and become sanctified.

In short, Lin Xun has reached the point of perfection in his quest for the road to longevity, and now there is only one chance left.

A great opportunity for sanctification!

...

Three months later, news came out that the emperor Shaohao caused the robbery of sanctification, slashed the gods of the nine heavens, broke through the clouds of calamities, and became holy at the top of the mountain.

As soon as the news came out, the world was sensational, and the entire ancient wilderness was shocked.

It can be said that since the three taboo tribulations descended over the ancient wasteland, the emperor Shaohao is the only one who has been absolutely sanctified!

Who doesn't pay attention to such big things?

Compared with the waves caused by Lin Xun's defeat of foreign enemies in Baiyujing three months ago, this time Emperor Shaohao's feat of sanctification is undoubtedly more sensational.

"Haha, as long as there are people who have become saints, I can finally see some hope in the ancient wilderness in this battle of the Nine Regions."

I don't know how many strong people are cheering.

The emperor's son, Shaohao, also suddenly became a scorching sun in the world's attention, with immeasurable power.

Under the holy realm, they are like ants.

Compared with the path of longevity, the holy realm is a completely different existence. Emperor Shaohao became holy in one fell swoop, and if he stood out among the top figures, he would be completely different from others.

But before the sensation caused by Emperor Shaohao subsided, not long after, another news came out that Ruowu Fairy, a descendant of Suzaku's lineage, caused the catastrophe of sanctification and set foot on the sacred realm!

For a time, the entire ancient wasteland was boiling.

Under the background of the imminent battle of the Nine Regions, there are such peerless characters as Emperor Shaohao and Fairy Ruowu stepping into the sacred realm. How can it not be exciting?

"The second one!"

Some ancient Taoists sighed and realized that in the context of this great world, the ancient wilderness is indeed different from before.

This makes people look forward to, after the battle of the Nine Territories, can the ancient wasteland be shamed and change the ending of defeat in the past?

"I don't know when the Demon God Lin will be promoted and set foot in the sacred realm?"

Many people thought of Lin Xun.

Because when it comes to background, combat power, and talent, Lin Xunbi's emperor Shaohao and Fairy Ruowu are not inferior at all.

It's a pity that in the next period of time, no one will be sanctified, and Lin Xun is no exception.

"In the past, in the same realm, the Demon God Lin was the one who dominated and thriving, but now, the emperor Shaohao and Fairy Ruowu are the peerless twins, keeping pace with each other."

"After all, Lin Xun and them are in a big realm. It's a world apart, and they can't be compared."

"That's true. When the Nine Territories Battlefield opens, we on the Ancient Desolate Territory side will definitely follow the lead of Emperor Shaohao and Fairy Ruowu."

Discussions like this were staged in different areas of the ancient wilderness.

It just had no effect on Lin Xun, because he was in seclusion in the sea of ​​chess and chess, almost isolated from the world, so naturally he didn't know the news.

Time passed, and before I knew it, a year had passed since I returned to the Xingqihai retreat.

In the past year, many major events have occurred in the ancient wilderness.

For example, the major ancient Taoist lineages have already begun to prepare their forces and are preparing for the upcoming battle of the Nine Regions.

For example, there is a top person who fails to attack the holy realm, and his body collapses, causing I don't know how many sighs.

this day.

Lin Xun was sitting on the top of an island peak and was carving a stone statue. His expression was casual and leisurely.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and suddenly he raised his head and looked at the sea of ​​stars and chess in the distance.