I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

"Young Master Bai, don't be impulsive! Your Majesty!"

Lin Jin called out anxiously from both ends, and suddenly became embarrassed, wondering why the Yellow Sovereign Li Changyi hadn't come yet.

The prince of a dynasty must not be killed above the court in this way, otherwise the country will be in chaos and the world will be in chaos.

But Emperor Dayuan’s complexion was even more gloomy. At this time, he couldn’t listen to people’s words. He raised his head and looked down at both Lin and Meng. Without flinching, he used his emperor’s power and the formation of gathering luck in the hall of the court. , Condensing the Guozuo luck of Dayuan came to Lin Meng and the two of them to kneel down.

It was Ji Ren's dedication and the great luck of the great Yuan that gave the Emperor the courage to face Bai Lingxu's guns.

Bai Lingxu was slightly startled. He thought that the emperor was really tired of life, and he even dared to tit-for-tat inspire the oppression of the nation's fortune. This great nation's fortune can crush others, how can it crush me!

Since the Emperor Dayuan chose to face tit-for-tat, Bai Lingxu couldn't retreat, and he would shoot up immediately, shouting angrily:

"Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you!"

Lin Jin on the side anxiously wanted to stop Bai Lingxu. Neither he nor Lin Meng wanted to see Emperor Dayuan die here, and his duty as a national teacher did not allow anyone to kill the emperor in front of him.

But one step ahead of him, Lin Meng was the first to reach out and stop the furious Bai Lingxu.

Everything is in the plan finalized by Lin Meng and Zhangyuan Tianzun. After stopping Bai Lingxu, Lin Meng just sneered at Bai Lingxu's plan.

"Since he wants us to kneel, why don't we kneel and watch him?"

Bai Lingxu was shocked. He didn't know what medicine Lin Meng's gourd sold. Lin Jin was also very puzzled. Even if he knew that Lin Meng didn't want Emperor Da Yuan to die here, he knew that Lin Meng was not for this kind of thing. A man who can sacrifice his pride as a genius and the dignity of a strong man to kneel down to an emperor.

I saw in the huge hall of the court, a chaotic and majestic dragon appeared above the head of Emperor Dayuan, and the two Lin Meng roared and oppressed silently.

That is the vision transformed by the luck of the Great Yuan Kingdom. The more muddy the color of the dragon shadow is, the more confused the national destiny will be, and the more chaotic the governance will be.

At the moment, although the great dragon of the Great Yuan Dynasty is full of chaos, the body that can still condense will not be blurred. This means that although the governance of the Great Yuan Dynasty is chaotic, it is far less than the generals. All in a precarious place.

Lin Meng looked up at the depressed dragon and sneered constantly, and without any fear, he used the secret technique to induce his own fortune to counteract it, and under the oppression of the great national fortune of Great Yuan, Lin Meng had many other people’s fortune. It was also activated, following the interrelationship of cause and effect to manifest itself, incarnate as many anomalies above Lin Meng's head, to carry the dragon of national luck.

The first thing that manifested on Lin Meng’s head was a young figure with a ten-color radiant aura that seemed to be above all living beings. It was the master Shijue old man who had the deepest causal relationship with Lin Meng who was inspired to show. Change!

The Shijue old man who was watching the lake and drinking tea in the secret realm of Taoyuan, Dongzhou Wuling City, suddenly brows and notices that his luck has changed. He immediately pinched his fingers, and instantly his complexion collapsed, becoming extremely gloomy.

The original spring breeze of Taoyuan and a peaceful Pinghu Lake, the sky also suddenly changed from a clear sky to dark clouds and thunder, the grass and peach trees all died instantly, and the temperature dropped from the warm sun in the spring to the sun. The twelfth lunar month is generally cold.

After a while, Shijue old man showed extreme anger and sneered:

"How dare you let my disciple kneel down for you, even the Heavenly Sage respected me three points back then, no one has ever dared to fold my face like this, a worldly emperor dare to do this, ha ha! ha ha ha!"

Letting the people of the Holy Land, especially the disciples of the saints, kneel down, is like letting the saints kneel.The saint disciple walking outside represents the face of the saint. Such behavior is undoubtedly stepping on the face of a saint. It is the number one taboo in the world of saints and many holy places since ancient times.

The older Shijue wanted more and more angry, he slapped the tea table beside him with a slap, and roared:

"When the old man leaves the customs, if you don't slap your shit dynasty slapped, I'm really sorry that the gang of saints called the old man hundreds of thousands of years old lunatic!"

As soon as Shijue’s old man’s air luck appeared, he blocked Dayuan’s national fortune dragon, preventing him from pushing down for half a minute. Then there were counts until the air luck manifested above Lin Meng’s head. It was all saint’s popularity. Luck!

The second manifestation is the luck of Daozu Longshi, which manifests in the original form of a golden dragon. His figure is lighter than that of the Shijue old man. Because of the same cause and effect as Lin Meng, it is not as good as Shijue. The elderly should be deep.

The Daozu Longshi, who was teaching a group of wild beasts and monsters, felt in a dilapidated academy far away in heaven and earth. He raised his brows in amazement, and suddenly frowned and exclaimed.

"How can this be! If the luck of the Great Yuan Dynasty collapses, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

But immediately Lao Long found out that it was wrong, and he muttered and pinched again.

"No, it's impossible for that little guy Lin Meng's temperament to commit such a small, unbearable and insurgent problem?"

After further calculations, Lao Long breathed a sigh of relief and rejoiced.

"It turns out that it was the old ghost's strategy from Palm Fate, and it was as unexpected as ever, so I feel more at ease."

The third vision of Qi Luck that manifests on the top of Lin Meng's head is the image of the old man in Mai, who is the palm of the hand, and his figure is lighter than the vision of the golden dragon of Daozu Longshi.

At this time, the incarnation of Donghe Sanren, an old man in sackcloth, walks the world, sitting on a stone pier under a willow tree at the head of a village, Palm Yuan Tianzun also feels the same, but he is not surprised, raising his head and smiling in the direction of Apocalypse City. .

"The plan seems to be going well."

After the aura of the three supreme saints manifested, there was still a dark blue smoke floating above Lin Meng's head, and it was unable to gather and form. After two or three breaths, the smoke turned into an extreme Vague human form, with only the upper body but not the lower body.

Although this vision of Qi Luck is still the luck of the Holy Spirit, it is very different from the first three. It is terrifying and can be blown away in one breath, without the majesty of the Holy Spirit.

"what is this?"

Lin Meng was also very surprised. The first three saints had already anticipated it, but this fourth saint had never seen it, and he didn't even know which saint’s luck was, let alone. When did it contaminate yourself.

Lin Meng Xiyi perceives but his face is shocked, and from this luck, he actually perceives the mysterious intimacy and familiarity above the moving Qianshan and Bihai tide!

This is the luck of a mysterious saint who has created two famous swords, Dongqianshan and Bihaishengchao, who has a deep relationship with him!

It's just... how could this qi luck be so erratic and terrifying, just like... an old man with a candle in the wind who died soon after.

Lin Meng was very confused, but couldn't answer.

At this time, in a place that looked like a cemetery, there were countless grave bags and tombstones standing in it, and all kinds of weapons were inserted on it. There was only one place, no grave bags and no weapons, only a lone tombstone. .

At this moment, the tombstone suddenly vibrated slightly, and black cyan brilliance continued to flash on it. After a while, a black smoke burst from the tombstone, transforming into a soul-like figure, but with only one head.

"He's back, I feel him! I want to see him, I want to see him!"

There was a big blacksmith's stove beside the tombstone, and a shirtless man was constantly hitting iron. Hearing the excitement of the soul, the man stopped the hammer in his hand and looked back to the south.

His eyes seemed to have passed through this cemetery, through the vast snow-capped mountains, through the land of Beizhou, into the city of Apocalypse, and onto Lin Meng.

"Yes, he will come to you soon, and you will see him soon, don't worry."

The big man whispered softly, and again waved the hammer in his hand. The clanging iron reverberated in the empty cemetery again, and the black, weak soul body also slid back into the lone tombstone. in.