The wind is blowing.

Blow the sea water and roll into the broken stone wall gap of the bedroom.

The big tide slapped Jiang Lin's body, and the young monster holding the white lion looked a little confused.

The question of "Where did Ning Yi go?" has been left behind by him at this moment... Jiang Lin knew that this human boy with many methods had probably run away, and it would be difficult for him to find a chance to kill the other party in the upside-down sea realm. I don't know when I will wait for the next time I meet.

The problem that troubles Jiang Lin at this moment is... These sea water with demonic energy breaks through the outer edge of the bedroom and rushes to here. What is going to revive?

On the altar, there was a pale light that burst out from the gap where the white lion was pulled out.

Heaven and earth run through.

Jiang Lin did not hesitate at all. He tightened the tip of the bag with one hand, a thought in the sea of ​​soul, and a powerful thought in the tip of the poem.

Thousands and thousands of miles apart, sitting at the head of the Badu city, in the sea of ​​clouds, like an old man who was exiled by a giant Buddha, he divided up a divine thought and ran away from the world of the demon clan.

The silk threads that shattered the skylark and thunder flew together into powder, and the shattered soul thoughts wrapped around Jiang Lin, and were about to leave here under the heavy pressure of the sea water.

Suddenly, the old man sitting at the head of Badu City opened his eyes, which had been closed.

The essence, energy, spirit, a single thread of the sky, and three hundred and sixty acupoints burned and boiled at the same time.

Jiang Lin held the tip tightly and his pupils contracted. He looked back at his back and saw the scene that he would never forget in his life.

A stone coffin slowly floated up from the ground in the pale light on the altar.

The coffin was slowly pushed away by one hand.

A burly figure sat up from the sarcophagus.

Accompanied by this figure, the entire huge and heavy underwater bedroom was lifted from the bottom of the sea and broken one after another. The bricks and tiles of the palace connected between the sea and the ground were uprooted and washed away by the sea water.

The man who stretched out a hand and slowly lifted the wooden lid of the coffin was slow, and the posture of carrying the coffin was heavy and majestic, just like lifting a whole palace under the sea... But in fact, this palace did coexist with the coffin and suppressed him for thousands of years.

A dull roar came from the coffin.

It was filled with anger and pain.

He shouldn't have died, but his divine nature was exhausted and his body was still intact... Now he finally has the opportunity to wake up from the coffin. The first thing he has to do is naturally to move things that are pressing on his head and preventing him from seeing the light!

The bedroom was broken and unveiled.

The darkness above Jiang Lin's head was no longer there, and the entire bedroom rushed upwards and flew up.

Nine lion heads embedded in the stone walls burst into divine light and shot straight into the seabed.

Jiang Lin's mind was blank, and an absurd and nonsense thought jumped out-

Nine Spirit Yuansheng...resurrected?

In that treasure bag, the soul thoughts of the old man Badu were suppressed by the majestic thoughts of the Nine Spirit Yuansheng for a moment. Jiang Lin's body felt like he was trapped in mud and could not move. A gentle slap came from his shoulder.

Someone was sticking behind him, exhaling faintly, but he didn't notice it.

"The descendants of the ancient Qilin Emperor..."

Jiang Lin looked closely and saw that in the sea water in the distance, an empty coffin lid floated upwards with the water flow, constantly floating around, swaying and tangling with water plants. The ancient coffin at the center of the altar was empty.

He felt a little scared inside. This young monster who came out of the ancient tomb of Qilin met an ancient demon saint who was more experienced than himself. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. The soul spirit intensity of the old man Badu was almost no match for the demon clan. However, the old man lived too long and was sleeping for health on weekdays, and the place was too far apart.

Jiang Lin knew that he needed to last a small amount of time before he could leave Hongshan... He finally understood that his premonition was very correct, and the move to keep the tip was also very correct. The only thing that was wrong was that after pulling out the white lion, he did not immediately crush the tip, but cut the knife at Ning Yi.

If I hadn't delayed that time... I might have left now.

It seemed as if he felt Jiang Lin's rapid breathing, and the voice behind him chuckled softly.

"You pulled out my knife..... White Lion..."

The voice was very hoarse. He woke up from unknown years in ancient times. His body had undergone many changes. At this moment, he was washed by demonic energy and sea water. The Jiuling Yuansheng's speech speed was extremely slow. He seemed to feel a little unfamiliar with his current body and was trying to adapt.

Yuan Sheng stood behind Jiang Lin. He stared at the white lion in Jiang Lin's hand, his voice was extremely slow, and he asked, "Do you... want it?"

A lot of sweat had already oozed out of Jiang Lin's forehead.

Even if the cultivation of Jiuling Yuansheng is not as good as his father, according to the records of the Demon Clan, the great saint's killing power is also terrifying. He is also a lonely man and does not care about other powerful people of the Demon Clan. If his father is still alive... I don't have to worry too much, but the Qilin clan has disappeared. If he is inappropriate and angers the existence behind him, this Jiuling Yuansheng, who is said to be very crazy by nature, is likely to take action regardless of the price.

He didn't wait for him to come up with a suitable answer.

Jiuling Yuansheng was hoarse and heavy, saying word by word: "Put it out, release me, cause and effect...retribution...you take this knife."

Jiang Lin was a little confused.

The pressure on his shoulder suddenly eased.

A ray of light surged into the sky exploded from behind him.

Jiang Lin raised his head, and he looked at the top of his head pale.

The sea water of Wanjun was broken and boiling. A figure raised his hands and carried a huge bedroom and rushed upwards.

"Uhhhhh--"

The nine lion heads embedded in the stone wall made painful and heavy roars one after another, breaking and bursting, and the sea water surged, and smashing towards the only man standing under the bedroom—

The young monster holding a long white sword was finally wrapped in the thoughts of the old man Badu at the critical moment. This was a distance between life and death. The old man sitting in the sea of ​​clouds stretched out a palm, slowly closed it, and led Jiang Lin to the palm of his hand.

The last moment was like falling into hell.

It has risen to the sky at this moment.

Jiang Lin was already above the sea of ​​clouds. After the brocade bag was broken, a green flame was burning beside him, burning out the image of a cross-legged old man. The old man who had been sitting on the top of the city of Badu arrived with a divine clone and used the great power of the Nirvana realm, and had brought Jiang Lin to the Hongshan Cloud Sea.

There is a quietness in my ears.

Jiang Lin's face was pale. He rubbed his eyebrows and recalled what had just happened in front of him. He was still scared and had not yet dissipated.

The old man from Badu said softly: "The Ancient Emperor Qilin once helped Yuan Sheng, and he will not make things difficult for you."

This sentence is a bit like a hindsight. Jiang Lin murmured relieved. It was not because of this sentence, but because he knew that it was not until this moment that he was really safe... This expression was seen by the depressed old man Badu, and the old man asked softly: "Do you think I'm taking you, it's safe now?"

Jiang Lin looked a little confused after hearing this.

He lowered his head and looked at it. Under the sea of ​​clouds, the old man used his great power to break through it, revealing the scene of the earth.

This forbidden area spans hundreds of miles, countless monsters storm forward and rushed towards Hongshan.

The old man from Badu said something with emotion.

"They are here for pilgrimage."

Jiang Lin knew that the word "pilgrimage" contained a great weight and could lead to such a big stake in power. He had just seen him... that man was indeed qualified to be "pilgrimage".

These monsters will give their blood and flesh to give their strength to the revival of Yuan Sheng.

"Nirvana is true and false, and strong and weak." The old man from Badu said softly: "Someone inherits the fruit of Tao, and a smear of incense is on the edge of his eyebrows. This is considered to become a Buddha on the ground, but it is not true Nirvana. There is immortality, but killing power, compassion is there, but there is no mercy, but there is no angrily... The Nine Spirit Yuansheng took a fancy way to achieve enlightenment by killing and slaughtering Nirvana. These monsters inherited his bloodline. When it was time to return, they would make him a wedding dress."

"The Sui Tianxia will not sit idly by the way."

Jiang Lin suddenly understood what the old man in Badu meant.

"There will be a powerful person in the Sui Dynasty to take action?" He looked pale and murmured: "The master of Tianchi of the Dao Sect or the guest of Lingshan of Buddhism? If they take action... we must leave here quickly."

The old man from Badu finally saw a little panic on his face. He smiled happily and said, "Don't be afraid, those two people are here and I can't keep me... I'm afraid, I'll be afraid, and I'll come to a more powerful person. I will break the ten thousand methods with one force and kill the Yuansheng Hammer in the Hongshan Realm."

The old man from Badu raised his eyebrows. Although his deduction skills rank among the top in the demon clan, people in the same realm are all people with no leakage and cannot make a fortune. Unless he sacrifices his own essence and blood and consumes less life, he will not be able to calculate how the Sui world will deal with this time.

Jiang Lin held the white lion's finger, let go and close it, and repeated over and over again. Although he didn't say it, it was not difficult to see that this genius demon cultivator had already had some idea of ​​leaving.

"No hurry."

The old man understates the story: "Take you a scene that will never be forgotten..."

Under the sea of ​​clouds, the fog tumbling.

The land of Hongshan is undulating and subsides sharply.

A sharp corner of the palace top squeezed through the land and defeated a towering mountain. Then there were palace arch columns like dragon ridges, eaves, flying tiles, and dragon scales flying backwards, and along with the earth, the sea water all over the sky.

Jiang Lin stared at this scene in a daze, carrying an immeasurable palace. The man flew out from the ground of Hongshan, and in contrast, he looked thin and thin. The red mountain was rising, monsters roared, the sea water hanged upside down, fragmented, and opened around him alone—

Strongly resist thousands of rivers and mountains and stand firm.

Carrying a palace is like carrying a tripod, opening mountains and opening rivers, and the power of the gods is shattered!
Chapter completed!