I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

This time the mask on Cang Ming's face trembled again, and finally he had a reaction, and he yelled backwards without looking back.

"Noisy!"

This sound contained the anger of the saint, and Lin Meng's heart trembled.

He knew that if he continued speaking, he would face the anger of a saint.

But right now, he couldn't tolerate any retreat. Lin Meng could see that Cang Ming's mentality was already short of the last one to break it.

Such moody saints are far more prone to anger and fall into the calculations of others than those saints who are indifferent and indifferent.

And the consequences are often much more serious.

Lin Meng's heart was stunned. There were a lot of saints who planned to play the game with the universal saints in front of them, and there were two peerless saints, Lao Long and Master, as the backers.

Lin Meng was not afraid that Cang Ming would act like this to himself, at least his life would definitely be worry-free, so he urged and said:

"It was the senior's disciple who pushed the junior down to the bottom of the abyss. Now senior is angry with Mr. Fulong and reluctant to let the junior out, and then scolds the junior, what is the law of nature! What is justice! Senior is really not afraid of my master rushing to the crown!"

Just as Lin Meng's voice fell, Saint Cang Ming, who was sitting with his back to Lin Meng and facing the dark red river and Ming Huapan, suddenly turned around, waved his sleeves, and shouted:

"roll!"

In the next moment, Lin Meng was pushed back several steps by a strong wind, and pushed back to the small curse round formation under him when he appeared here.

Afterwards, a masterpiece of purple light appeared on the magic circle!

Lin Meng was overjoyed in his heart, and his heart was over!

In an instant, Lin Meng's figure disappeared into Mingjiao Jian with this dazzling purple light.

At that last moment, although Cang Ming couldn't admit it verbally, he was really scared in his heart.

Just when Lin Meng uttered the four words "to rush the crown with an anger," Cang Ming couldn't help but that one appeared in Cang Ming's mind. He had never seen it before, but when Lin Meng performed his ten unique skills. , Was inspired, and the will contained in Shijue old man's rhyme between heaven and earth condense.

In Cang Ming's mind, at that moment, he thought of the figure of the ten unique old man and young man with a face that scorned the arrogance of the world, and thought of the mighty power contained in Lin Meng's ten unique skills.

Cang Ming was scared. Even if he didn't want to confess it verbally, he asked himself that he couldn't resist the saint law of good fortune that was displayed by a saint who was among the best in flesh, cultivation, and soul.

Lin Meng was sent out of the Mingjiaojian by the teleportation circle and returned to the coffin under the great abyss. The golden scales of Qi Luck automatically manifested itself as a way of resisting the Daoyun pressure on the Heavenly Ming Saint in the coffin.

Before Lin Meng's eyes could adapt to the changing environment, he was almost tossed by a cloud of overcast air, and threw him from the bottom up.

It is the will of Saint Cangming who is manipulating the Yin Qi of this place from an unknown distance!

"roll!"

At the same time, the roar of Saint Cang Ming also echoed in this great abyss, and bounced continuously above the abyss, forming bursts of roaring echoes, almost cracking Lin Meng’s eardrums, rolling this The words were imprinted in his head.

"what--"

Lin Meng yelled involuntarily, just as ordinary people would be scared to scream when they fell from a high altitude. At this time, Lin Meng was also scared and disapproved.

Lin Meng has experienced this feeling of falling rapidly from top to bottom more than once, and he has been able to adapt, but it is almost like this being thrown out from bottom to top. Lin Meng has never experienced it, not to mention that there is that sound. The reverberant scrolling was knocking on his forehead, and his heart was already shaking.

Lin Meng only felt that he was flying up against a wall, and he couldn't move a bit. The strong wind pressure made him unable to open his eyes, and his whole person seemed to be crushed into a meatloaf, with reverberating words. It kept shaking in the eardrum.

In less than five breaths, Lin Meng’s figure was vertically thrown from the bottom of the abyss by that powerful yin energy, flew up to a height of five or six feet above the abyss, and then moved through the air. Extending an arc, it slammed like a rag doll on the west side of Dayuan, in front of everyone Ren Pingsheng.

At the same time, the smile on the face of the purple-clothed boy who was walking happily in a street in Baiyuan City suddenly stiffened, shrank his neck and showed a little timidity, and looked back in the direction of Dayuan.

Just as Lin Meng was thrown out of the abyss, a roar of the Saint Cang Ming's roar echoed in the purple-clothed youth's mind.

"Don't throw some people or other things down to this seat, otherwise you won't return to this seat of meditation for the rest of your life!"

"That guy really doesn't like the master, but he actually has the ability to activate the magic circle. Seeing the master and being thrown out alive by the master, it is estimated that the background is not small."

The young man murmured, and then shrank his neck with some fear. He could imagine how terrifying his master looked when he was angry.

"came back!"

Shen Mengzhou exclaimed.

The scrolling words reverberating in Yuanxia really shocked everyone outside Yuan, and even Li Xianyu, who was so bored, was refreshed.

If there is anything alive in Yuanxia, ​​then it is really a strange thing in the world!

But in the next moment, everyone saw Lin Meng being thrown out of the Great Abyss so fast that he could barely catch it with his eyes, and then fell to the west of the Great Abyss.

Fortunately, Lin Meng’s Anyang body is also a monk’s body. It is even stronger than ordinary monks’ bodies under Lin Meng’s deliberate training. It is even a cultivator of Heavenly Wonderland, from a height of five or six feet. There is nothing wrong with the fall.

However, Lin Meng couldn't move at this time, and his body could only lie on the ground in embarrassment, twitching constantly.

Just because the speed of being thrown out of the abyss from the bottom of the abyss was too fast, Lin Meng's body was tense and tight, and was suppressed by the powerful wind pressure. Under this internal tightness and external pressure, the muscles were paralyzed for a while. It eased away, just like a dead frog twitching constantly.

"Help him up quickly. He should be alive. We heard his screams just now."

Ren Pingsheng greeted him and reacted from shock for the first time, stepped forward to help Lin Meng, and Shen Mengzhou also reacted and stepped forward to help.

This support didn’t matter, but Lin Meng felt the change in his posture, coupled with the load and convulsions caused by the thrilling stimulus, he vomited out all of a sudden, as if he wanted to spit out the food that he ate last year. , Almost splashed on Ren Pingsheng and Shen Mengzhou, and coughed.

After vomiting, Lin Meng's body was hung limply on the hands of Ren Pingsheng and Shen Mengzhou, neither of his legs could stand up, and he dragged on the ground like noodles, his complexion was also pale for a while, and his expression seemed to be prostration.

Lin Meng experienced the cliff jumping among ordinary people, but the reverse cliff jumping among the monks seemed to be more thrilling and exciting than ordinary cliff jumping.

But Lin Meng didn't want to feel this kind of stimulation for the second time in his life.

When being dragged down by heavy pressure, it fell down at a faster and faster speed for an unknown amount of time, or even a quarter of an hour, but it only took five breaths of time to be thrown up!

Thinking of this, Lin Meng's complexion turned pale and nauseous.

revenge!It's definitely revenge!

Lin Meng was sure that this was Saint Cang Ming's revenge against him for using that radical tactic, and this was to provoke a Saint... the easiest end... at least it was much better than losing his life.

But even for this most relaxed end, Lin Meng decided that he didn't want to experience it a second time. After he made up his mind, he would try to avoid him whenever he met a saint.

It's terrible. No wonder that a thousand years ago, the master told him not to be easily contaminated with saints. None of these saints are friendly, none of them are fuel-efficient lamps, especially Cang Ming's kind of strange and moody saints.