Battling Records of the Chosen One

This is a corridor with long-standing lamps hanging on the stone walls on both sides, casting a soft halo. [love ↑ go △ small ↓ say △ net wqu]

the lights and shadows, as if they had been forever bright and boundless years, lit up the road, eternal, there is a quiet taste.

"Is this the place where the lotus evolves?"

As soon as he arrived here, the old clam couldn't help but wonder. He looked back and forth and even wanted to break off a long-standing lamp and ponder it carefully.

However, it seems that because of fear and prudence, he hesitated a little, and finally did not put it into practice. He just stared at the lights carefully.

After a long time, he was disappointed and said, "it turned out to be just the most common Jiaoyou lamp. No wonder it has been burning since ancient times."

"Be careful, this place is a little too quiet."

Lintian's eyes swept around, and there was a strange tension in his heart, as if there was something dangerous hidden in the corridor.

He held the broken blade in his hand.

Zhao Jingxuan also sacrificed his Jiulong tripod to protect himself.

They followed the corridor and headed for it.

The atmosphere is quiet, there is no sound at all. The corridor is deep, and the lights are soft and shiny. It is not dark, but this kind of dead atmosphere makes people shiver.

Before long, a hazy haze appeared on the corridor in the distance, just like flying fairy light rain, which was very eye-catching.

"What's this?"

Lintian was surprised in their hearts. He saw clearly that there was a figure sitting on his knees in the place where the light was shining. He was very old. He was wearing Taoist clothes and his hair was as white as snow.

The misty light and rain came from this figure.

At this time, the figure was facing Lintian. A pair of pupils were silver, just like the silver sun, sending out the breath of terror.

Lintian's whole body was stiff and cold. His heart was beating violently. There was a kind of uncontrollable palpitation in his spirit, which almost collapsed.

"No!"

The old clam screamed wildly, with a knife handle in his hand, releasing a black halo, round and clear, blocking in front of him to resist the breath of the figure.

In an instant, all the strange things disappeared from him, which made both Lintian and Zhao Jingxuan feel terrified.

Just now, the breath of the figure almost killed them!

"Damn his grandmother, it's a saint's corpse!"

The old clam was surprised to find that although the figure's eyes were clear, it was just a dead corpse. It had been dead for many years.

This is even more frightening. What a powerful Saint he should be. Even after his death, he still keeps his complete shape, lifelike, and the breath of his corpse is enough to easily wipe out all of them!

This is incredible!

How terrible would it be if the saint were alive?

"This old guy is absolutely a great existence, but he's dead here for no reason. There's no scar on his whole body. It's a bit strange."

The old clam murmured to himself. A pair of golden pupils kept scanning, looking at the body of the saint.

When he spoke, he held the handle of the knife and let out a round black light. He did not dare to relax.

"This is the saint?"

Both Lintian and Zhao Jingxuan were shocked.

The king of the realm of life and death is terrible enough to make them look up to, and the sage is more aloof than the king of the realm of life and death!

The sage realm is a transcendent realm that can only be reached after nine long lives. It is said that it can live with heaven and earth!

Today, the remains of such an ancient sage appear in front of us and are seen with our own eyes. No one can keep calm because of the shock and impact.

"This Taoist robe It seems to be made of "xingpo silver silk!"

The old clam's eyes glowed and his breath was heavy: "dear, big hand, a silver thread of xingpo can crush a mountain, which is heavier than a star. The old man made a Taoist robe with such treasure!"

The old clam almost came out, his eyes were red, xingpo Taoist clothes! This is the treasure of the holy way!

The old clam couldn't help it. He gritted his teeth, urged the handle of the knife, and tried to peel off the clothes of the corpse. But just in a moment, he screamed and was shaken away by a terrible force, coughing up blood in his mouth.

If it wasn't for the magical handle in his hand, the black light generated helped him to dissolve most of his strength. Just this time, it would be enough to kill him.

Lintian and Zhao Jingxuan were terrified. The body of the saint was too powerful. Even if they had died for countless years, they were also very dignified. They were like a God beyond the world, and could suppress all violations.

"Damn, the rumor is true. Holy people can't be profaned. This is the rule of the road. Unless they have the same level of power, they can't take this treasure away."Old clam got up from the ground, his face full of depression and unwilling, the Taoist clothes made of star soul silver silk! But can't take

Lintian and Zhao Jingxuan looked at each other.

The old clam was too greedy for money. He almost lost his life just now, but he didn't care at all. On the contrary, he was annoyed that he couldn't take away the treasure. It was a wonderful flower.

"Old clam, you have a good handle."

Suddenly, Lintian made a sound and fixed his eyes on the old clam. As early as the first time he saw the old clam, Lintian had seen the handle.

It's dark and old-fashioned, and its surface is wrapped with a layer of blood stained cloth. It looks like a blood stained remnant. It's not surprising.

But it can block the breath of the saint's body, which is different.

All of a sudden, the old clam was on guard and cried, "don't give me a wrong idea. This baby is the lifeblood of my king. Since I woke up, I have been with my king all the time. If you dare to do something wrong, I promise I will work hard with you!"

"Can you show me?"

"No way!"

The old clam refused without any discussion.

Lintian gave a sound and stopped trying. He had already seen that it was of great significance to the old clam.

"Let's go now. We can't take it away because we can't see it. This is the most torture in the world."

The old clam was heartbroken.

They avoided the body of the saint and moved on.

The corridor is quiet. Not long after we moved forward, we found another corpse. It was a green lion, as big as an ox, and its fur was as green as silk. It was also full of the spirit of the holy way.

There is no doubt that the green lion was also a terrible creature who stepped on the holy way in ancient times!

"Ruyi! It's a holy treasure

The old clam's eyes were red again, and he found that in the mouth of the green lion, there was a white jade Ruyi, flowing with the breath of the holy way.

Unfortunately, he didn't dare to try again. When he left, his heart was bleeding and his chest thumped.

Along the way, from time to time, they found the bodies of saints, one after another, all in perfect posture, and they could not see where they were injured, just like they had passed away. This made Lintian and Zhao Jingxuan feel numb and restless. In ancient times, how could so many saints fall here?

What is the origin of this corridor?

The old clam, on the other hand, howled all the way, his face turned green, and he looked very sad, because he found one treasure after another, all from the hands of the sage, but he couldn't take them away, which made him crazy.

"If it wasn't for the handle in the old clam's hand, most of us would not have been able to come here and would have been killed long ago..."

Lintian realized that there was a serious problem, and he was afraid.

I thought that this time I cracked the secret on the altar and found a way to represent the "escaping one", which is enough to find an opportunity.

Who ever thought that this place of opportunity would be a corridor with many saints' corpses, which seemed too dangerous and unpredictable.

"Isn't that a dead end? Even saints die in it, we Will it be the same

Zhao Jingxuan is pretty and dignified.

"Bah! Crow mouth

Old clam yelled, "the more fierce the place is, the more unimaginable opportunities are hidden. Just because these saints die here doesn't mean we can't leave alive. And the king concluded that the chance here must still exist, and it has not been taken away. "

Lintian didn't believe the old clam's inference. He turned to look back, but was surprised to find that the path had disappeared!

It's really gone. It's dark there, not to mention the path. Even the bodies of saints we saw along the way are missing.

"We have no way back..."

Lintian's voice was bitter, and his heart was trembling. It seemed that there was no danger here, but it was too mysterious and ominous. In silence, something had changed!

Zhao Jingxuan's face changed slightly, and she was also shocked by this scene, and she was thrilled.

"Since there is no circuit, keep going!"

As soon as the old clam gritted his teeth, he looked fierce. "The road is fifty, and Tianyan is forty-nine. We are going on the only unknown road and the only way to live. There must be a way out of difficulties!"

"It can only be so."

Lintian took a deep breath to suppress the palpitation in his heart.

As they continued to move forward, Lintian began to observe carefully. Sure enough, the road behind them would fall into darkness soon after they moved forward.

That feeling, just like an invisible big hand, in the silent, the road behind all erase the same, unspeakable mystery.

The only good thing is that they haven't met any danger until now.

Of course, if there is no mysterious knife handle in the hands of the old clam along the way, just the remains of the saints, they will be absolutely unable to move!

Because the smell of those corpses is so strong and terrible that people suspect that they can kill everything.

How terrible should people like this be when they are alive? Have been dead for so long, leaving the breath is still so terrible, it is really strong to outrageous."There's a door!"

Suddenly, the old clam exclaimed in surprise, realizing that they had reached the end of the corridor.

There is indeed a closed stone gate, which is arched, full of ancient flavor, filled with the ancient vicissitudes of life.

In front of the stone gate, there was a corpse of a saint. This was a monk in white. He sat on one side of the stone gate with his knees crossed, his waist bent, looking down at the ground, and his right index finger touched the ground.

On the ground, he used his fingertips to depict a sentence -

"it's because of the origin, but it's because of the extinction. If it's not the right time, I just cry out what I can do!"