I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

"What is the master talking about?"

Monk Lin Meng Erzhang couldn't figure it out. He only heard that Shijue old man's will showed guilt on his face, and he sighed:

"You and your brother have similar qualifications, and both have the opportunity to be sanctified, but because I am not good at teaching disciples to mislead the children, it is difficult to cut off your path to sanctification for the most part. Do you really blame being a teacher?"

"Whatever the master said, the master saved me from fire and water, taught me on the road, treated me like a parent and child, and the road to sanctification has its own fate. How dare disciples blame the master."

Lin Meng saluted again, remembering the same thing, as if Palm Yuan Tianzun had also asked himself, and he answered like this.

"That's good, it's just that there is nothing I can do as a teacher to revive your brother Lin Chang."

The old man Shijue smiled with relief, and seemed to take a breath, but Lin Meng suddenly became anxious.

"Master, why is this? Senior Tiangong said..."

Before Lin Meng finished speaking, Shijue Old Man waved his hand and interrupted:

"You don't know that the true body of the teacher is still in the critical period of ten generations unity, and is sealed in the secret realm. What you see right now is just a ray of will I left in Dao Yun. ."

"Because of the seal barrier, this ray of will and my real body cannot truly communicate, so even if I promise you, my real body will not know, and my ray of will has no ability to resurrect a saint."

After all, Shijue Old Man was afraid that Lin Meng would not understand him, and explained:

"The relationship between my will and my real body that you see now is like...like the body and an incarnation that can't be manipulated and can only vaguely sense each other."

"If you want to resurrect your brother, it's okay if you have anything else to ask for. When the time comes, I will go out of my body, and I will tell him after the tenth generation unity is achieved."

"By then, my ontology will become invincible in the world. With my temperament, I will never be like the old dragon to avoid the cause and effect of luck. At that time, you will be invincible."

Lin Meng suddenly realized that after hearing this, he temporarily relieved his eagerness to resurrect Lin Chang. It didn't matter if he waited a little longer, and bowed to say:

"Disciple respectfully send Master!"

The old man Shijue nodded slightly, and this wisp of will instantly left Lin Meng's sea of ​​knowledge, reintegrated into the rhyme of his branding between the world and the earth, disappearing without a trace.

Lin Meng took control of this physical body again, looked at Fang Bai, who was gritted his teeth and resented, and smiled secretly:

"I said Brother Fang, you see that you have caused both of our saints to end. Now, don't be stubborn. If you go back to your place, I won't stop you, how?"

"I'm not convinced!"

Fang Bai roared with crimson eyes.

"I want to fight you again!"

In Fang Bai's heart, he wanted to fulfill his master's long-cherished wish and want to share life and death with Lin Meng, but he never thought that the two saints would end up in succession? Let his master be humiliated? How can this be tolerated!

Lin Meng heard this? The corners of his mouth twitched and laughed, clearly unwilling, but couldn't think of any words to prevaricate, just at this moment? A young hearty laugh came from a distance.

"He has played with you once? How about changing me this time? A truly powerful opponent with a saint like yours? He is not rare? I am very rare!"

Lin Meng and Fang Bai looked for their reputations, and saw a silver dragon the size of a hundred meters in the wind and snow flying in the distance, and a blood moon the size of its dragon head was rolling in front of them.On top of the dragon's head? There is a handsome young man who is extraordinary and heroic!

"Bai Lingxu!"

Lin Meng and Fang Bai shouted in unison. The former was overjoyed? Finally, someone came to take over Fang Bai's hot potato, while the latter's complexion sank? His face showed deep fear.

After Bai Lingxu flew to the two of them, Lin Meng asked towards him:

"Why are you here?"

"This is not traveling all over the world. I wanted to come to the northern border to mourn my dead friend, but I didn't think I was far aware of such a big momentum here, and even the rhyme of saints was manifested just now.

Although Bai Lingxu was replying to Lin Meng, his eyes were staring straight at Fang Bai in front of him, his eyes scorching fire-like excitement, as if a hungry wolf looked at the fat.

"It’s been a long time since I’ve seen an opponent who is qualified to fight with me. Right now, you are a saint disciple, and I am also a saint disciple. You have the saint law, and I also have the saint law. A fight with me is neither insulting you nor insulting you. Bullying you, just fair!"

Bai Lingxu stepped down the dragon's head and stood in the air, and walked slowly towards Fang Bai with a calm expression on his face.

Lin Meng who listened to these words suddenly sneered. When he thought of this Bai Lingxu's full body baby, he was also the two celestial physiques of the black demon dominating the sky and the battle phoenix golden crow bloodline that even the saints covet, and they have a face. A great Holy Spirit soldier that no saints are qualified to possess, such equipment is against the top, that is a real bully.

If Fang Bai was able to obtain the blood of ancient gods and demons for intensive practice, and the sacred artifacts obtained were a hundred times that of Lin Meng's, then Bai Lingxu's equipment was a hundred times that of Fang Bai.

As Fang Bai slowly approached step by step, Fang Bai, who had only become a powerful face, stepped back in the air like the bottom of a pot, and did not dare to be an enemy of Bai Lingxu.

There is an unwritten rule in the world of saints, that is, don't provoke the madman of the Temple of War, especially don't provoke the Lord of the Temple of War. The Lords of the Temple of War of the past are invincible figures of the same era, there is no doubt.

And Bai Lingxu is the sixth generation of the Lord of God of War!If nothing happens, it is that the future will push the existence of an era, and no one within the same age can compete with it.

Fang Bai knew how rigorous the selection of the Lords of the God of War Temple was, and that there had been six Lords for hundreds of thousands of years, and he knew how terrifying Bai Lingxu's fortunes were, and he knew that he was definitely not his opponent.

Seeing that Fang Bai didn't fight, Bai Lingxu also stopped pressing and snorted coldly while holding his chest in the air. He actually used the violent tactic, disdainfully said:

"I heard that Tianwaitiansansheng saint was as timid as a mouse, and was beaten by Shijue old man and escaped from this world. Now, even his disciples are exactly the same."

Fang Bai, who had experienced a lot of shame, couldn't bear such a stimulus. He immediately rushed to his head and stared in anger, his steps stopped retreating, and the roar urged the Wuxiang Divine Demon to smash his fist towards Bai Lingxu.

"Presumptuous! Dare to be disrespectful to the saint!"

Lin Meng was also in a cold sweat when he heard these words. The Sansheng saint of Xindao was also the best among saints. He had a big master fist, and it was okay to ridicule him. Bai Lingxu was so bold.

However, Bai Lingxu has the courage to come to Bai Lingxu. Who would call him the sixth generation of the Lord of the God of War? The treasure of the entire God of War, even carrying the skull of the Bengtian ancestor with him, is equivalent to having a saint than Sansheng with him. The stronger Great Saint protects the way, even if the Sansheng Saint comes to ask the crime, he is not afraid.