Sorry, I’ve Been Invincible for a Billion Years

Quiet.

A quiet.

All all are busy, do not dare to move one step, the body is all slightly shaking, a three ancestor level, you can spread the existence, once anger, don't say it, the whole snow The ground, it must be .

Bai Xuan poetry is also scared.

I didn't even lift my head.

She reacted, she seems to have violated a lord of the ancestral land, and they must be willing to be a slave's horror, not from the room, the atmosphere does not dare to breathe.

regret!

Deeply regret!

I know this earlier.

At the beginning, she should listen to her master, maybe everything can maintain the status quo, her Bai Xuan poetry is the first young monk of the snow ancestral land, and in the future, I will ask the sky, nor is it too difficult.

Even coexistence of the world.

It will be no longer a fantasy.

because.

Today, she has reached the peak of Hongmon, and also opened an emperor. It is better than the snowy ancestors. The ancestor of these ancestors is strong. It is more only lost to her master.

If she makes her again.

Open the three or four Daozi points.

That future.

It may be really hopeful, becoming the Lord of the four major ancestors, and the fifth place reached the talented monk coeelking level.

But now ...

I saw Chu Ling angered, I standing on the side, and I was scared, I was so busy, and I was in front of Chu Ling, and trembling:

"Big ... adults, atonement, Bai Xuan poetry is only forgotten, in anxious, only the adults, please don't be angry."

In fact, herself.

It is expected to be such a result.

His apprentice Bai Xuan poetry, the previous two refused to improve, all in the eyes, don't say it twice, I have started from the first time, I'm in the heart, I already know, most of yourself. I have lost a big changing machine.

only.

He is a master, or a hopes, I want to ask Bai Xuan's poem to ask for a chance, but I just didn't think that there is not long, Bai Xuan poetry, I refused again.

At that time he.

I have already known.

He this apprentice - Bai Xuan poetry, no hope!

Until this time.

He thought that Chu Linghui refused, but did not expect Chu Lingxiao to be angry, this is not expected at all.

"Adult, please atone, I have a disciple, there is a message, please ask adults to see the whole snowy ancestor, all the places of the 10,000 people, and spare him this time."

Bai Xuan poetry.

Surnsomered Sithers trembled.

because.

She already felt that she was surrounded by her body, she was shrouded a lot of cold, and her fierce, so that she had a full body, she could not help but stand up.

I feel that blood, it seems to be solidified.

cold!

Icy!

Bai Xuan poetry, she realized that she was just too much, what is my identity, this man, what is the identity, she is rejected twice, but also ask the man to improve the emperor to her, this is too It's true.

regret!

Similarly, Bai Xuan poetry is in the heart, like a knife is in the heart, so that she regrets, I want to vomit blood.

Such a good opportunity!

Yourself!

I actually put it, lived from my eyes.

A bit.

next moment.

Chu Lingyi pointed out, a very bright light, instantly flooded in Bai Xuan poetry.

"Look at the copy of your master, then spare you this time, but it is difficult to death, and you can't escape.

I heard this.

Bai Xuan poety immediately changed its face.

Sealing her three months, this is not equal to the next three months, is she going to be a unreasonable mortal?

Three months!

This is completely completely completely complete with your own opponent, which can be completely completely completely smoldering.

Never use.

Nowadays, all the generations of the ancestors have opened the emperor, and they have just handed over, and they are the best prove. Her master of the ancestral land, personally taught the disciples, can't be half-inquiry, it will defeat. .

Or organized with these people.

There is no big gap.

Sealing her for three months, then it doesn't mean that she doesn't hope, can't you catch these people? !

But there is no waiting for Bai Xuan poetry to open.

She already felt that the whole body's strength is like some could not mention it. Bai Xuan poetry is aware that his own Dantian is directly sealed.

A trace of heaven and earth aura.

I don't feel it.

this moment.

Bai Xuan poetry is completely ignorant.

Dantian is also blocked.

Then, these three months later, it is not to be completely thorough, is it mortal?

"What you have to do, I have finished, I remember, your snow the ancestral place, understand?"

next moment.

Chu Lingxiao stood up, a touch of sound, suddenly echoing again in the ear of all people, but it was scared, all the ancestors of all the ancestors, as well as the descendants, and quickly Low heads are lower, I don't dare to say a word.

Tianrui is cold sweat.

It is also going down.

In this sentence, he will not understand what he can't hear. This is warning him, and the whole snowy ancestral, it is not to see his identity, it is not the one who is over, the ancestor above the sentient beings. The ground level, now, the whole snowy ancestral, is only a world attached to the land of Wanjie.

"Adult, you can rest assured, you, the younger generation must keep in mind, you ..."

but.

On the day, I was sincere and fearful, full of vocalization, while talking about these words, when I was carefully looked up, I found out that I just stood in my face, but I didn't know when I didn't know when I started. Their snowy ancestral land has been left.

Cantonese.

The sky is straightforward, and I looked at a crowd, I was silent after a few seconds, and I was helpless, I stood up:

"Get up, that is already gone."

I heard this sentence.

All the ancestors of the ancestors, and the descendants, this dare to raise the head, found that Chu Ling is already gone, and it will not be stood up.

Have a pleasure.

Full of all.

People who are happy, naturally, a group of people, because their descendants have opened their emperors.

Worry.

Naturally Bai Xuan poetry.

She was silent for a few seconds, and she looked at the sky, and her face was wronged.

"Master, you will help the disciples, ask the feelings, don't seal me for three months, so you can let the disciples for three months, how can I have passed."

But the sky is a face, and I will sink.

"Master, you ..."

"shut up!"

Just as Bai Xuan poetry still wants to talk, it will be directly covered by the sky, and the tone interrupted.

"The dignity of this strong, is you telling a lot of money, if this is not a large number of widths today, our entire snow garden must be , you still want to resume repair, maybe ?!"

"For three months, you will give me old people, when a mortal!"

this moment.

When I heard these words, Bai Xuan poetry was completely like a balloon, full of face regretted and lost, and suddenly fell on the ground.