Dragon Emperor, Martial God

Though Lingyun was surrounded by fluctuating mountains and pristine mountain forests, when he rushed out of the surface, he immediately determined his approximate position by simply sweeping his mind.

This is no longer the country of Tatmadaw, but among the 100,000 mountains at the crossroads of Huaxia Yungui.

Because of the mountain terrain around him, he's very familiar.

More than half a month ago, when Lingyun first came to Miaojiang, for several nights, he had to leave Miaojiang to find a spiritual place in the 100,000 mountains to practice, so he had already looked at the nearby terrain and remembered it.

In order to confirm, Lingyun immediately took out his own communication device, opened his position and looked at it, and found out that it was true, it was at the junction of Yungui. If you go from here to the northeast for another 150 kilometers, it is Miao Phoenix's village.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Yun searched the map for Myitkyina in Myanmar, measured the distance between himself and there, and found that there were thousands of kilometers between them.

Because it is the work of one or two breathers, the Emperor's book has traveled a thousand kilometers underground with him, and at this speed alone, it has far surpassed ordinary Kindan realm fixers.

But obviously, the Book of the Landlord didn't fly in.

“Is this… shrinking to size?!” Lingyun asked directly.

“You're quite knowledgeable! ”

The Emperor's Book Spirit still looks old school, standing beside Lingyun, smiling and praising.

“Senior, how did you get me here? ”

Lingyun looked around, it was almost 5: 00 a.m., and the surrounding mountains and forests were still dark, but in the eastern sky, a little white fish had appeared, and soon the sun was about to shine.

“If you don't come here, are you going to go back the way you came? ”

The Emperor's Book Spirit asked back, then raised his hand to the northeastern night sky: “Look there. ”

Lingyun looked up and saw a little golden light at a distance, like a golden meteor, breaking through the night sky and coming here.

Brush!

At that point, the golden light blinked in front of the two people, and the golden light suddenly flashed, turning into an old man, exactly the imperial pen.

“I've seen seniors. ”

Seeing the imperial pen came, Ling Yun hurried to greet him. He observed slightly. He acutely noticed that the appearance of the imperial pen apparatus was a little wondrous. The light in his eyes was also much darker than usual. His face was obviously a little annoyed.

Lingyun remembered that when the Emperor Pen left the ground, he said he was going to find himself to settle the accounts. As he now sees it, he must have just fought a hard war and tired him.

Without waiting for Ling Yun to ask, he saw the Emperor's spiritual expression and asked: “Suppressed? ”

“Mmm!”

The Emperor's pen machine nodded vigorously, exhaling: “Finally, I barely suppressed him. His growth rate is horrible, and this time it took me a lot of energy. ”

Lingyun: “…”

After thinking about it for half a day, Ling Yun couldn't help but wonder. “Who are you talking about, you two seniors? Is it the water gods? ”

“What water god co-worker?! ”

The Emperor's pen apparatus was somewhat impatient, and he glanced at Lingyun: “The co-worker who couldn't hit Zhou Shan with his head had already killed himself. ”

“Son of a bitch, I can warn you, you come to Miaojiang in the future, as long as you are in the mountains of 100,000, take out your magic knife. ”

“Even if it's the moment of life and death, don't be blind and think of your own skills to solve it, just let us come out and help you. ”

Lingyun: “…”

He didn't know what to hear. It was a fog, so he didn't know.

“Cough! ”

The Emperor's Book Spirit suddenly coughed twice and said to the Emperor's Pen Spirit in silence: “Tibetan Feng, don't be impatient, don't forget what our master told you...”

Hidden...

Ling Yun heard his mouth wide and looked at the royal pen apparatus. He was a little stunned.

Where he can't understand, what the Emperor just shouted out in a hurry was the name of the imperial pen.

The Emperor's pen spirits suddenly heard the Emperor's book say his name, and suddenly jumped a hundred meters high: “You old bastard, who told you to tell him my name! ”

Ha!

Ling Yun listened to the secret pleasure in his heart. This is great. The imperial pen appliance spirit and the imperial book appliance spirit fighting mouth accidentally let Ling Yun know their names.

The Emperor Volkswagen, named his pen Tibetan Feng; the Emperor Shennong, named his book.

When Ling Yun thought about it and found that the two names really fit them, he smiled.

Thinking of this, Ling Yun immediately stopped the two people who were fighting each other. Seriously, it was a formal gift: “Ling Yun met Senior Tibetan Feng and guarded Senior Ben. ”

This is a formal gift.

But unexpectedly, the Emperor's pen and the Emperor's book flew away at the same time, avoiding Ling Yun's courtesy. At the same time, Sumu said: “We have already told you that you are the one who is destined to be robbed, and our new master, so you do not have to bow down to us. ”

After that, the earthly Emperor's book came to Lingyun's face with a glimmer, and he said, “Of course, if you think the two of us are too old to call our names directly, just call us old people. ”

Frankly, although the imperial pen and the imperial book are all instruments, they are absolutely the magical treasures above the Taoist level. These two spirits, in Lingyun's eyes, are like real people.

Besides, Ling Yun has now implicitly guessed that the imperial pen and the imperial book should be the ancient period. The imperial and imperial layouts could be deliberately reserved for the "Patriarch" of this "man who is destined to be robbed”. Therefore, Ling Yun sincerely does not want to grow up in front of these two people, and it is even more unlikely that he can be as exasperating to them as he was to the slaves of the five bloodlines, making them call at will.

Talk to them for life at best.

“In that case, I will call you Mr. Tibetan Feng, Mr. Shomoto, I don't know...”

Ling Yun shrugged and tried to say.

“So good!” The Emperor's Book Spirit, Mr. Shomoto, nodded with joy.

“That's it!” The Emperor's pen machine is brilliant. Mr. Tibetan Feng is even more crisp. He is too lazy to drag Wen, and agrees fully.

“Mr. Tibetan Feng, you just confused me. I don't know who you're dealing with in a hurry. ”

After the three men formally “met”, Ling Yun immediately returned to the subject. Although he heard that Mr. Tibetan Feng was not here to deal with the Hydraulic Goddess, and asked him not to randomly take out the hematopoietic knife, he had implicitly guessed the identity of the other party, but he wanted to confirm it once.

After listening to Tibetan Feng and Shouxin, they looked at each other and nodded at each other.

Brush!

The next moment, Lingyun was taken to high altitude by two people, and instantly came over the Miao Phoenix's Miao Village.

“Lingyun, look down. ”

The Imperial Pen Spirit looked down and said to Lingyun: "Look at the villages below. What do they have in common? ”

“What's in common? ”

Lingyun let go of his mind, and at the same time spread his Yin and Yang eyes, slowly sweeping through the dozens of villages below, suddenly moving in his heart.

“Mr. Tibetan Feng, you are talking about the sacrificial temple in every village, the statue of the temple... ”

“Nice!”

The Emperor nodded and immediately asked: “Did you feel any unusual change when you first came to this place? ”

Ling Yun closed his eyes and felt it carefully. Suddenly his face changed dramatically. He shook himself: “These seedling villages are located in a slightly more desolate atmosphere than before! ”