I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

Cang Ming looked at Lin Meng, making a puzzled voice under the weird mask.

"Who are you, how did you descend into the Great Abyss, activate the formation, and come to this seat?"

Before Lin Meng could speak, Cang Ming mumbled such a sentence and then began to pinch it by himself. After a while, he smacked his lips and said with surprise:

"It turns out that it was Shijue’s disciple, who was pushed down by that uneasy little rabbit, and had a lot of cause and effect with the old dragon. The old dragon will actually manifest himself in the Great Abyss for you. Inside, I didn't expect it."

In less than a moment, Cang Ming clearly calculated Lin Meng's details.

Lin Meng was a little embarrassed and bowed and said:

"Senior is brilliant!"

Cang Ming's voice chuckled coldly, he didn't care about Lin Meng's praise, but said instead:

"You don't have to praise this seat so much, your master is truly noble. A few days ago, you used your master's natal method to defeat the disciple of this seat. Take a look."

Lin Meng was taken aback when he heard the words.

He defeated the disciple of Saint Cang Ming with ten unique skills?

Lin Meng didn't think of it for a while, but after a while, he suddenly remembered that he was intercepted by Fengyulou a few days ago, and Mu Qingqing, the immortal sword of the underworld, suddenly appeared to have a trick with him. He said he used a kind of name called Cang Ming. The method of induction technique finds one's own, and what he uses in his hand is also a not weak saint technique!

Lin Meng felt that the word Cang Ming was familiar at the time, and he must have heard it from somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while. Now that he was mentioned by Saint Cang Ming, he remembered the matter.

There are some records in the book collection of Shijue Old Man, the master of Tianming. Although there are few, I have seen some of them thousands of years ago. That hell sword immortal Mu Qingqing is the Cangming sage. Disciple!

Although Lin Meng thought of this matter, he still hesitated about the request made by Saint Cang Ming.

The sage method is not something you can use casually. Every time you use it, it will have a huge impact on your Dao heart and state of mind. Especially for the super saints of the level like your master Shijue old man, the Dao rhyme of the natal method is even more affected. It's not small!

Cang Ming noticed Lin Meng's hesitation, and he laughed twice. When he stretched out, it meant a little bit of the void, and a cluster of dark purple with some gray flames emerged from his fingertips.

Then with a flick of his finger, this small cluster of flames flew to Lin Meng's eyebrows, and the brand flickered and swayed constantly.

"Haha! You are a disciple of Shijue, and this seat is just curious about the mystery of Shijue's real natal law. You will not be forced to persecute such a junior as a saint, otherwise your master will have to look for it in the future. I settle accounts."

"Now this seat protects your mind with a ray of underworld fire. You don't have to worry about it. Don't worry about the influence of this saint's law. You can open your eyes with this seat without worry!"

With the guarantee of Saint Cang Ming, although Lin Meng couldn't feel the profoundness of the dark fire on his forehead, he was relieved a lot, and said with a fist:

"Follow the parable of the saint!"

Having said that, Lin Meng took down the Qianshan Mountain behind him, carried out his ten unique skills, and displayed the world's best sage technique in front of Saint Cang Ming.

From the frightening flames of the first style to the cross-country of the tenth generation, Lin Meng took turns to glow with ten colors and thousands of radiances, and this somewhat dim dazzling stream was a lot brighter.

In the last ten generations unity, the sword of invincibility, Lin Meng's body showed a arrogant young phantom made of white innocence just like that day.

The Taoist rhyme of the Shijue old man gathered in this world, and the will retained in his Taoyun came here. With the virtual shadow of the young Shijue old man, he controlled Lin Meng's body and the sword of innocence.

This last sword pierced out, and the Mingjiao stream shook violently, and the dark red river also stirred up countless waves. The white Minghua on the bank behind Saint Cangming swayed in the strong wind.

After the sword, Ming Jiao Jian returned to peace, Shi Jue old man’s Tao Yun disappeared, and the will in Tao Yun also disappeared. Lin Meng recovered, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and probed carefully. It was found that as Cang Ming said, this time he performed the ten unique arts without any impression of his Dao heart and state of mind, and the small cluster of dark fire at the center of his eyebrows did not know when to extinguish and dissipate.

Cang Ming witnessed these ten marvelous tenth generations and ten moves, and the last ten generations were combined with a shocking sword for a long time.

Lin Meng also stood there silently, not daring to step forward and disturb.

Cang Ming wears a weird white-purple intersecting mask, his head is slightly lowered, and his eyes are half-closed. Not only can he not see the slightest facial expression, let alone the slightest look in his eyes.

Lin Meng didn't know what Cang Ming was thinking, and when the other party was thinking about something, he didn't dare to disturb.

Waiting for a while, waiting for a while, waiting for a saint is not ashamed.

After a while, Cang Ming slowly raised his head, opened his dark red eyes to look at Lin Meng, and slowly sighed:

"Qingqing is defeated under your hands, or that the law of this seat is defeated under the ten absolute laws, it is really not wronged at all. Even if Qingqing can learn the natal law of this seat, it will not be the unity of the ten generations that day. The opponent of Yijian, Shijue old man is well-deserved!"

Cang Ming shook his head slightly and sighed, "No wonder the old ancestors used to learn from Sansheng when he was alive and lamented that he only hated being born with Shijue for the same age."

"This seat is born with ten outstanding generations, and I have not been able to see Shi Jue this guy in the grand occasion of an era. Now I have seen his law, his real ten generations are one law, and I only know that the sighs of the ancestors are really wrong. Virtual!"

Lin Meng showed a little joy when he heard the words, and felt that he was also following the light, so he hit the railroad while it was hot:

"Since the older generation admires the younger generation's master, he also asked the older generation to send the younger generation out. The younger generation saw the master, and he must ask the master to come and visit the senior!"

Cang Ming sneered after hearing this:

"Who said that I admire the guy who is Shijue, I just sighed!"

The smile on Lin Meng's face stiffened, and his heart used to sigh and praise the master for all his greatness, but now he suddenly denied it?

Lin Meng then thought about it, thinking of just Lao Long's exhortation, among them was the moody temperament of this Saint Cang Ming.

Not only that, Lin Meng also thought of seeing a description about the line of Tianming in the library of Shijue old man thousands of years ago.

"Mood and anger, act like crazy."

What is said is the line of Tianming, up to their ancestor Tianming, and down to his three line inheritance. Nether, Cangming, and Qingming are all such moody generations, and they seem to have become this line. tradition of.

And the eight words that record the line of Tiangang are "extremely belligerent, acting like crazy", is it really a type of person who does not enter a house? The inheritance of the first and second two generals under the Holy See is like this Crazy people.

Thinking of this, Lin Meng's mouth twitched, but Cang Ming sneered again:

"Since you and that old dragon have a lot of cause and effect, and he is willing to manifest himself in this great abyss for you, why don't you let him send you out?"

Having said that, Cang Ming turned around, and once again turned his back to Lin Meng, facing the dark red river and the slightly swaying Ming flower, as if he wanted Lin Meng to dry here.

Lin Meng said that it was worse.

After that, I got involved with Lao Long. It seems that what Lao Long said before was really good. It has been thousands of years, and Saint Cang Ming still hates it!

Lin Meng scratched his head, not knowing what to say.