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The third son, Ling Xiao, felt an extremely terrifying murderous intent. The strength of the blasphemer of the Heavenly Capital has always been unpredictable. Since the death of the Lord of the Heavenly Capital, this woman has become a nightmare for Miro Palace!
The six sons of Mi Luo Palace have all met her before, but they have been repeatedly frustrated in confrontation with her, even the eldest son Taishang did not take any advantage in front of her!
The blasphemer's move was not to stop him from getting rid of Qin Mu's child, but more like looking for an opportunity to get rid of him!
The third son Ling Xiao Dao gun in his hand, carrying the Ling Xiao Palace on his back, he stepped on the big Luotian, the Dao trees are lush, and the Dao fruits form the heavens, using all means to maximize what he has learned and realized!
However, Ling Tianzun's blow made him despair.
Ling Tianzun did not try to decipher his moves, but used his own magical powers, but his magical moves were disintegrated by Ling Tianzun's magical powers.
At this moment, he finally believed that there was a gap between people.
Even if they are also the most extreme geniuses, the gap between them may be the pearl of rice grains and the glory of the sun and the moon.
Just when his magical powers were broken and the peach blossoms invaded his Da Luotian, suddenly the peach blossoms dispersed, and Ling Tianzun suddenly retreated when he was about to defeat or even kill him!
The third son Ling Xiao's eyes were clear again, his body was sweating profusely, and the Taoist gun in his hand had become dilapidated, with mottled rust marks everywhere.
The corners of his eyes trembled violently. Although his current strength is not as good as it was at his peak, it is no small matter. However, facing Ling Tianzun, there is only despair!
Ling Tianzun pulled up the peach tree, and the peach tree turned into a hairpin. He carefully looked behind him, and his figure slowly retreated, disappearing in the catastrophe of destruction.
The third son, Ling Xiao, turned his head and saw the Miluo Palace in the destruction of the 14th century.
In the Miluo Palace, a Taoist tree stands tall and straight, with a canopy like a canopy, protecting the enlightened people in Yujing City.
Under the Dao tree, a familiar figure stood there, looking towards him from afar.
The third son Ling Xiao couldn't help the tears welling up in his eyes, and bowed down: "Teacher."
The figure under that tree is the owner of the Mira Palace, who tried to save people when the catastrophe broke out at the end of the fourteenth century.
Ling Xiao still remembered that scene.
The teacher tried to save everyone, but failed, very depressed. He and other Miro Palace enlightened people tried every means to save sentient beings, but they encountered setbacks again, which dealt a great blow to him.
Except for the enlightened ones, Miro Palace can't save anyone.
At that time, he and the other princes went to comfort the teacher. Although the master of Miluo Palace was depressed, when he saw him, he showed a gratified smile and said something meaningful to him.
The master of Miluo Palace said that he failed to save all sentient beings, but he saved Ling Xiao.
The third young master Ling Xiao didn't understand a little bit of this sentence at the time, but now he has figured it out.
It was the teacher's appearance that frightened away Ling Tianzun, the blasphemer, and allowed him to be rescued.
It's just that when he figured this out, three cosmic epochs had passed since the master of Miluo Palace rescued him.
"Teacher, don't worry, I will inherit your philosophy!"
The third son turned around and continued to pursue Qin Mu: "I will never let your orthodoxy disappear, I will continue to walk along your path! I will never let anyone corrupt your orthodoxy!"
In the thirteenth century, in the chaotic river, the world tree is towering, covering the immeasurable river. The old man Wuya appeared from nowhere, sitting in a chaotic pool, taking a bath in the chaotic river.
The old gentleman has a fat body, naked, white body, soaked in the chaotic pool, rubbing mud, very eye-catching.
The third son Ling Xiao's face darkened, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes, not wanting to stain his eyes.
"The third child of Miluo Palace, I just saw the seventh child of your family."
While rubbing the mud, the old man Wuya laughed and said: "I let him go. The child in his wife's womb is not yet mature. I think this child will be of great use in the future, so let him go and wait quietly. The holy boy came to the world. Why are you so persistent, you must take the life of the holy boy?"
The third young master felt awe-inspiring, and said in a deep voice, "Are you the old man Wuya from the seventeenth century?"
The old man Wuya stood up from the pool of chaos, the third young master hastily covered his eyes again, and said coldly: "You are a senior, pay attention to your manners!"
The old man Wuya put on his clothes slowly, and said with a smile: "Clothes are just a burden made by you strange beings. What's the difference between wearing them and not wearing them? Miluo Palace, youLooking at her growing belly, Xiang looked up curiously.
Ling Yuxiu smiled and said: "Why worry? My husband is the seventh son of Miluo Palace. Since he is the seventh son, he can never die here. Otherwise, how can he become the seventh son?"
Nan Xiang couldn't help but said: "The third son doesn't need to kill the seventh son, he just needs to knock the seventh son down the river of chaos, and let the seventh son return to the tenth era. At that time, without the protection of the seventh son, the wife will be in danger up."
"If that's the case, it's not our mother and son who are in danger, but the third son." Ling Yuxiu smiled slightly.
Nan Xiang was puzzled.
At this moment, the golden ship that crosses the world left the long river of chaos in the tenth century, entered the long river of the ninth century, and sailed into the vast chaos.
"My husband is not the seventh son now, he is Mu Tianzun now. When he is knocked down to the past universe, he will become enlightened and become the seventh son."
Ling Yuxiu explained: "After enlightenment, my husband will definitely surpass all the young masters in strength, and it will definitely make the third young master feel the existence of fear. If I were the third young master, I would never give him a hand at this time." A chance for enlightenment!"
Nanxiang fought a cold war. Looking back, he couldn't see the battle situation of the tenth century, and even the fluctuation of supernatural power couldn't be transmitted here.
Not long after, an unusually strong aura suddenly came from behind the Shidu Golden Boat. Nan Xiang's face changed slightly, without hesitation, he protected Ling Yuxiu behind him, looked back nervously, and said in a low voice: "Madam, you go into the golden palace and hide for a while!"
Behind the golden boat, the air of chaos surged, and a tall figure was looming, approaching the golden boat.
However, Ling Yuxiu was suddenly relieved and did not hide in the golden palace.
I saw that figure coming from the heavy chaotic mist, it was Qin Mu, bloody all over, with wounds all over his body, holding a Chaos Sword in his hand, full of murderous aura.
Behind him, the Guixu lotus platform and the World Tree were also in dilapidated condition. Obviously, the battle on the River in the Tenth Century was extremely tragic!
He caught up with the golden boat, but the murderous aura exuded was still extremely strong, without any relaxation!
Huh!
The long river of chaos split open, and the third young master Ling Xiao walked out of the long river step by step with injuries all over his body!
ps: Time~ decayed everything, the most handsome man in the village, happy birthday to the two leaders!
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