Too lawless.

This little devil is almost arrogant to a few points.

In the eyes of the thirty-three days of the Celestial Immortals, in their eyes, is it actually unknown?

The Master of Yangquan Palace was almost not vomited to death by Xin Lin's words.

"You, you, imp, look up three feet and have a god. What the Queen Kunlun, what mantle, that girl is just a chance to get the mask of the Queen."

Lord Yangquan has regretted letting Xin Lin in.

This little devil, if I say a few more words, don't directly lead to the punishment of the gods, and I will be greedy when I speak.

The existence of the Queen of Kunlun, even in the thirty-three days, is also extremely taboo.

The Kunlun Tianmai disappeared, and almost all the inheritance of the 33 days came from the Kunlun Tianmai.

Counting it, the thirty-three days of the Immortal Emperor were all subordinates of the Empress Emperor.

If Ye Lingyue inherited the fairy mantle, she would be the master of the fairy emperor.

Those fairy emperors who had met Ye Lingyue had to kneel down and respectfully called the master.

This is a big hat, but also a big threat.

Even a little leak is enough to make Ye Lingyue lose his life.

"So at first, you didn't dare to tell her the truth."

Xin Lin snorted coldly, and was very disdainful of Yangquan's method of counseling.

The origin of the ancient coffin that Ye Lingyue obtained from Chaos Dzi Beads has long been known.

However, he did not dare to tell Ye Lingyue.

He was only afraid that after Ye Lingyue knew the true origin of the Kunlun Queen, she would expand her ambitions and make a move far beyond her strength.

Although he also knows, Ye Lingyue's character is very cautious.

But in front of ambition, human nature is unpredictable.

However, this time the Black Death Star was in a difficult situation, but it made Yangquan Hall Master have a change in Ye Lingyue.

In the face of life and death, how can people who are fearless lose their nature because of their ambitions.

Unfortunately, it is too late to know all this.

People are dead, everything is empty.

What's more, in the eyes of Yangquan Hall Master, Ye Lingyue can only be regarded as a part of the body of the Empress.

Other chaotic dzi beads have long disappeared.

Otherwise, for hundreds of thousands of years, why has there never been a new chaotic dzi bead?

Even if there are, it is rumored that those dzi beads were also collected by some fairy emperors, and outsiders simply could not get their fingers dirty.

"Wait, why do you know so much? Only a very small number of people know about the Queen of Kunlun. It was after all hundreds of thousands of years ago."

The Master of Yangquan Palace was alert and mastered, and looked at Xiao Xinlin suspiciously.

This kid knows too much.

"I don't know how I knew it, in short, I just knew it."

Xin Lin's words made the Master Yangquan roll his eyes again.

This little devil is even worse than Ye Lingyue, who can choke to death once.

"You say so much, it doesn't make any sense. Your wish is beyond the ability of the old man."

Lord Yangquan did not have a good airway.

"You can do it, and only you can do it. If you want to be a templekeeper all your life, you can do nothing."

Xin Lin said with a deep voice.

For hundreds of thousands of years, the main temple of Yangquan guarded this temple.

This kind of loneliness, ordinary people simply cannot understand.

But today, this little devil, a little demon who had just been out of the hut, actually hit the weakness of Yangquan Hall Master in one sentence.

"Little devil, you rarely use aggressive methods there. The old man is not the kid of Xi Jiuye."

Lord Yangquan did not have a good airway.

The devil's methods for Xi Jiuye were used on him, but they didn't work.

Xi Jiuye will be persuaded, partly because of his affection for Ye Lingyue.

Judgment will affect his judgment, otherwise, Yangquan Hall Master, otherwise, he and Ye Lingyue only have a cooperative relationship.

Now that Ye Lingyue is dead, this layer of cooperation will be lifted.

The Master of Yangquan Palace was angry with Ye Lingyue, and he didn't speak well.

"You are not as good as Xi Jiuye. At least, he is willing to give it a try. But you are not even willing to try it. If Ling Yue successfully inherited the mantle of the Queen of Kunlun, you can be called the head of the hundred palaces. Do n’t you want to give it a go? "

Xin Lin's words, like honey, wrapped in it unconsciously.

Master Yangquan lived for so many years, he also knew that this was a sweet trap, but he had to say that his heart jumped twice when the first of the hundred palaces came out.

The Master Yangquan coughed a few times.

"Little devil, you rarely bluff there, but what you say is not unreasonable. If the girl could really survive, it would be good for the Yangquan Temple. However, you know how difficult it is to resurrect her? You are not an old man who is completely inhuman, but the difficulty is too great. "

When the Master Yangquan said this, Xin Lin knew that there was a play.

Even if it has lived for countless thousands of years, the desire is always infinite.

The master of Yangquan Temple or Yangquan Temple has been quiet for many years.

He wants to return to thirty-three days, and wants to see Kunlun's heavenly veins more urgently than anyone else.

"How hard it is, but you can say it anyway."

Xin Lin was relieved when he saw that the Master of Yangquan Hall was relieved.

All of what she said was done according to Ling Yue's teachings earlier, and the people's hearts are the most unpredictable.

The main weakness of Yangquan Hall Master is a heart of reputation and want to revive the Yangquan Temple.

"That girl's soul has been scattered, you should already know this. Any method of gathering souls in the world, you need to find at least the soul of the three souls and seven souls, preferably life soul. It is by consolidating souls and souls that life can be reborn. "

Yang Quandian pondered.

Xin Lin nodded.

For this reason, she has been a solitary ghost for so long.

For ghosts, the more complete the soul, the stronger the ghost power.

That is the soul of Wang Wushan.

Ye Lingyue's soul, not to mention the soul of life, is any kind of soul, which has disappeared without a trace in its incarnation.

This means that Ye Lingyue has lost even the foundation of her soul.

This is why, earlier, the Emperor Chi and others would bite the bullet, Ye Lingyue was already dead and could not die anymore, only an empty shell remained.

"Is there only one way of condensing souls? Old man you have lived so long, and you are well-informed. If you want to know it, you must know some methods that we do not know. Even if there is only a first-line vitality, we can boldly try.

Xin Lin asked tirelessly.

"Oh, your little girl's ability to see the wind and rudder is a match with Ye Lingyue. However, you have asked the right person. The old man does know another method, but that method is difficult to implement. . "

Lord Yangquan looked at Ye Lingyue's flesh, Ye Lingyue's flesh seemed to be well preserved, but in fact ...