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Chapter 68
They all cherish.
It is bound to let the other party know who is the most smelly person!
Can Luo Ningchuan destroy the chess game directly and say he wants to give him the treasure? If it weren't for the cultivation of luoningchuan Jiupin Tianxian banbu Xianjun, xuanming would doubt who had taken away his old friend.
"What happened? As for what made you so happy?" xuanming touched himself. He didn't hold back at all. He would soon drum up a waist storage bag, which was very satisfied.
"It's the mark of Jianchen's cave that was touched." Luo Ningchuan closed his smile and said positively, "do you remember when Jianchen created the cave, he once deduced that the cave could protect him from leaving a wisp of remnant soul in a life and death disaster, and accept a talented disciple for him to help him restore his life?"
Xuanming looked dignified. "Of course, after that, Jianchen and baoxiangqiu asked us to leave a trace of inheritance in his cave. They said they wanted to give it to his precious apprentice. They also said that in case of any accident in the future, they would leave us a successor at least."
"At that time, we all laughed and scolded him as a crow's mouth, and beat him hard. I didn't know that they all fell in the war except you and me." even if we lived for thousands of years and watched countless lives and deaths, xuanming still felt melancholy here.
At the beginning, several friends scolded Jianchen crow mouth together. In fact, they were all jokes.
In ancient times, the way of heaven was magnificent and uncivilized. It was more difficult to cultivate Taoism than it is now. Those who can achieve true immortals had ten times more combat power than those immortals who are now flying in the lower world, and had endless means to protect their lives.
Besides, immortals live with heaven and earth.
No one thinks he will die, including Jianchen's calculation of sword repair, which is even a joke. They all think that this is just an excuse for Jianchen to catch treasures for his appointed disciples in his calculus.
I don't know that a word becomes a prophecy.
"The disciple of Jianchen appeared?" xuanming asked.
"No," Luo Ningchuan shook his head. "After that war, I was distracted to practice calculus, exhausted ten thousand years of immortal yuan, and finally calculated that the disciple of Jianchen was a sword spirit root."
"Sword spirit root!" xuanming exclaimed, "from the ancient cultivation world to now, I have only seen one person with sword spirit root. Later, that person became the Immortal Emperor. If he didn't want to protect the whole immortal world, his Majesty would never fall. Sword Chen is really lucky. No wonder in his calculation, this disciple will revive his ghost one day."
Thinking of this, xuanming was already relieved and his eyebrows were sad. "Since it's not the sword Chen disciple who triggered the mark, what are you happy about?"
Luo Ningchuan smiled and took out a pot of immortal wine to drink with his friends, "Isn't it his disciple, can't it be my disciple? There is my time and space Taoism in the gate of will. I've already thought that Jianchen disciple has great talent and can't break his heart for a hundred years and reach the upper limit of the gate of artistic conception. At that time, I couldn't help but envy. Who expected that the little guy who broke into the gate of artistic conception now took the desperate situation as an opportunity Fate, no spiritual power, just go to practice. "
"Although the little guy's talent is far from that of Jianchen apprentice, his understanding and mind are unlimited in the future. It's hard to say who can go further."
"Since he chose the door of will alone among the nine doors, he is destined to be my disciple!" Luo Ningchuan drank a cup. "Do you think I should laugh."
"However," Luo Ningchuan tapped his finger on the table and the conversation turned, "since you want to be my disciple, it's not enough to see through the test set by Jianchen."
With a finger, an invisible Fairy Spirit Spirit passes through the clouds and the barriers of the world.
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In the door of will, in the darkness, suddenly a light beam came suddenly, tearing the darkness apart like a pair of big hands.
Layers of clouds rose from the feet of Chu Wuqing, and the fog became thicker and thicker. Even God's consciousness could not be explored.
Vaguely, a small lamp lit up in front to illuminate a strange stone tablet.
Before he could see what was carved on the sudden stone tablet, a strong force suddenly pushed him behind him, pushing him step by step into the depths of the clouds, farther and farther away from the stone tablet lamp.
In a hurry, there was only one poem.
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