I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

As soon as the Yulong King finished speaking, he gently slapped himself and slapped on the ground.

"Bah! How can the saint's mighty powers be conjectured by the cultivation of my generation, sins and sins."

"But you can really guarantee that the saint can condescend to take action and inherit the secret technique for this seat?"

Seeing the Yulong King would nod his head to agree, Lin Meng's smile was even brighter, and he said:

"I am willing to swear in the name of my teacher!"

Yulong Wang shook his head quickly.

"Swearing in the name of a saint is something I and other worldly monks can bear and use, no! Anyway, this secret technique can only be put into the hands of this seat and I can only wait to accompany this seat into the coffin and sever it. Why not let you try it? Give it a try, if it can be passed down, it will be able to smile at Jiuquan after a hundred years!"

After that, the Yulong King raised his hand and grabbed it towards the Wolong River. A jade slip flew out from the river, and the Yulong King handed this jade slip to Lin Meng.

"You take it well, here is the unique secret technique that this seat has learned throughout his life. The fish and dragon are very active. If you have the opportunity, please ask the saint to pass on this technique to this seat. As for the saint's secret technique, you don’t need to give it to this seat. Just need to inherit this technique for this seat!"

Lin Meng took Yu Jian and shook his head.

"Predecessor said that he is not an unbelief person. Since the teacher will not be able to exchange this secret technique even if he exchanges the saint's secret technique, now I am naturally not an unbelief person. How can he just fill his hunger for the predecessors by painting pie Seniors please accept it!"

After that, Lin Meng's eyebrows shone with a divine light, and it shot directly at the Yulong King's forehead, choosing a medium and high-class method among the many sage secret arts he learned to pass on to the Yulong King.

The Yulong King closed his eyes and tasted for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes and his eyes brightened, and he laughed excitedly:

"Wonderful, wonderful! It is really a saint's secret technique, far beyond all the laws of the world, hahaha!"

Seeing that the Yulong King was contented, Lin Meng and Wu Chan glanced at each other, and walked back northwest without disturbing the Yulong King Qingxiu.

Along the way, Lin Meng has been studying the ichthyosaur swimming strength, even if the ichthyosaur king said that he could not cultivate, Lin Meng, a genius of a generation, refused to admit defeat and always wanted to try it.

After waiting for three days, the two finally saw a small town, they could go in and rest, buy some water and food, and enjoy the delicacies of the restaurant.

Lin Meng stayed in the inn by himself, while Wu Chan went out to alms.

It's not so much alms, but Dao is looking at the treasure house of a big family in the city. Lin Meng also pretended not to know, didn't care, waited for Wuchan to go and practiced in the room. strength.

After waiting for a while, Zen-free almsgiving was full of pots, and he happily returned to the inn, but as soon as he entered the inn, he heard Lin Meng's anxious sound transmission.

"No Zen! Come up and help me!"

Wuchan raised his eyebrows in surprise, and did not move his expression. Xindao didn't seem to have seen anything in this inn, and could run into any trouble.

When Wu Chan went upstairs and entered the room, he saw a spherical monster that looked like a broken arm with residual value rolling on the ground. He was shocked by Wu Chan, and when he took a closer look, he immediately found that it was sound transmission. Lin Meng for help!

"puff!"

Wu Chan suddenly laughed, and immediately guessed the cause and effect.

"Close the door and unlock it for me!"

Lin Meng called out anxiously, Wu Chan closed Menton by Lin Meng's side, and observed for a while with interest.

At this time, Lin Meng's spine was almost completely dislocated, several joints on his hands and feet were all dislocated, and his limbs were twisted together like knotted twine.

Wu Chan watched for a while and couldn't help laughing again.

"Hahahaha! People said that you can't practice, why don't you believe in this evil and have to try it, now it's good, you have become a personal and inhuman monster, but fortunately, you have awakened the power of the soul and opened up the consciousness, otherwise When I come back, you will have died eight hundred times earlier by yourself!"

"Don't be mean, please solve it for me!"

Lin Meng glared at Wuchan fiercely, but Wuchan still didn't worry about it. He paused and smiled as if watching a play, and continued to ask:

"You are not a great genius who controls the realm of sight with your physical body, how can you make yourself like this?

Lin Meng blushed immediately when he heard it, and felt ashamed of not having the face to see people, and said hurriedly:

"It's a careless moment, a careless moment, stop talking nonsense, you demon monk!"

I tried this fish-to-dragon swimming strength by myself. At first, I misplaced a few spine and a few joints, but I could still twist it back by muscles with the control of the flesh mentioned above. I didn't take it seriously.

After the spine is completely dislocated, the joints of the limbs are dislocated and twisted together like twists. It is impossible to untie them by muscles.

The physical control of the above-seeing realm is different from the subtlety, and the subtler realm can exert ten percent of its power without skeletal attachment, relying only on muscle contraction.

However, the highest view is only 50%. Lin Meng is not the pinnacle of the upper view. He can only use 20-30% of his muscles without skeletal attachment. He has no ability to untie his limbs, not to mention this. When the muscles are twisted together, it is even more powerless.

"According to the little monk, you just make your own way!"

Wu Chan deliberately dried Lin Meng for a while before he untied Lin Meng's twisted limbs and spread it on the ground in a large font like a puddle of mud.

After the limbs were untied, Lin Meng lay on the ground, his body twitched and twisted a few times, and there was a popping sound from all over his body.

"Crack! Pop! Pop!"

After a series of explosions, Lin Meng's bones had been reset, and then he stood up again, moved his body, gave Wuchan a white look, and muttered softly.

"What a black-hearted monk."

Wuchan suddenly groaned, pretending to look like an abandoned woman.

"Look at you heartless person, it's obviously the little monk who helped you solve your problems, and in the end you will blame the little monk. It really hurts the little monk."

Lin Meng rolled his eyes angrily, waved away again and again, without a good air:

"Go, go, don't pretend to be here, and get on the road as soon as you have finished your stuff. It will save you that monk Dongchuang will be blocked again when the incident occurs."

"Don't ask how much money the little monk has made this time?"

Lin Meng packed up his things and was about to go on the road again, and after hearing this, Wu Chan glanced back.

"Don't ask, it's your monk's fault anyway, it's none of my business."

Wuchan didn't mind, but laughed out loud, and left with Lin Meng, and the two set off again.

After nightfall, the voices of people in the most magnificent mansion in the city were brightly lit, footsteps scattered in five chapters, and the old man in charge shouted in the lobby.

"Quick! Go to the city gate and lead people to search the inns and all the houses in the city! All the banknotes accumulated in my Song family over the past few years have all been stolen!"