Battling Records of the Chosen One

Chapter 1239

Lintian didn't expect that this time he escaped and was not caught up by Mingzi, but fell into the hands of the ancient Buddha.

Thinking of this, Lintian felt an unspeakable hatred!

From the eighteen sons of Tibetans to the ancient Buddhists, they all regard themselves as heretics and use all means to target and attack themselves. It's simply deceiving people too much.

Lintian was not a saint without seven emotions and six desires. He was treated like this one after another. How can he not be angry and hate?

"This account must be calculated with blood!"

Lintian bit his teeth secretly.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to hold back the evil breath and calm down.

At present, his situation is extremely dangerous. At his ankle, he is gripped by a big white hand and can't get rid of it at all.

Moreover, as his body sank in the muddy and bloody River, Lintian could clearly feel that cold and violent thoughts came from all directions and locked himself.

Lintian felt a sense of danger like death. He felt suffocating and stiff all over.

He has never encountered such a dangerous and unknown thing since he set foot in Jue Ding Wang territory!

The Styx River makes people dare not cross the thunder pool.

But now, I am dragged by a big hand and sink into it!

He has tried to break the blade so sharp that he can't shake the pale hand.

The most dangerous thing is that he had a duel with Mingzi before. He used impermanence chop and instant spring and autumn successively. Although he defeated Mingzi, he consumed most of his physical strength.

Then he was attacked by the ancient Buddha, and now he has become seriously injured.

Sorry for the inconvenience!

Lintian frowned and ignored everything else. He grabbed several royal medicines and put them into his mouth. He tried his best to refine them to repair his injury.

Boom!

The pressure is increasing. Under the Styx River, it is extremely turbid, and a skeleton and white bone can be vaguely seen floating and sinking in it.

At the same time, there are all kinds of cold and violent atmosphere.

This caused great pressure on Lintian's body and mind. The whole person was on the verge of drowning, and it was very difficult to lift an arm.

Until later, I couldn't see anything, and there was a vast expanse of blood.

Cold, depressed, weird, unknown... All kinds of breath intertwined, which made Lintian's consciousness suffer a great impact and blurred.

Hazy, as if there were bursts of sobbing sounds, and as if there were howls of fierce souls.

A saint laments.

Some gods and Demons shouted crazily and surly.

... Lintian only felt that his mind was messy, dark and vague, and sometimes even some strange picture fragments appeared.

A sea of corpses, a torrential rain of blood, gods, demons, ghosts, saints and Demons... Strange figures are fighting and shouting.

Later, everything became ethereal and distant.

Scenes of miscellaneous pictures gradually turned into endless darkness.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly——

A faint yellow mottled light appeared and lit up the darkness, which made Lintian's faint consciousness converge little by little.

Then a sudden shock, restore a trace of soberness.

An oil lamp stood on one side of the ground at some time and spread a faint yellow shadow over Lintian's area.

The shadow of the lamp was very small, like a faint yellow umbrella, which could only cover Lintian four feet away, and then out was the vast river.

The river is as dark as ink!

Blame free lamp!

Lintian gradually became conscious and recognized the treasure given by the skeleton boatman. He also realized that he was drunk by the lamp.

Lintian took a deep breath and felt it carefully.

In the narrow area shrouded by dim yellow lights, there is no abnormality, giving people a calm, stable and reassuring feeling.

But when consciousness sweeps out the shadow of the lamp, in an instant, the cold and violent breath of terror is like a mountain avalanche and tsunami!

In the dark water flow, it is like dormant countless demons and ghosts, and choose people to eat!

Lintian resolutely took back his divine sense, and there was a ferocious cold roar in his ears, which made him tremble, and his face was a little ugly.

There is no doubt that this is the bottom of the Styx!

However, the muddy and bloody river has become a depressing dark color.

Moreover, if there is no blame lamp, the consequences will be unimaginable!

Lintian took a deep breath, thought silently for a long time, then abandoned his thoughts and began to meditate.

There was silence around, even the sound of water could not be heard, and the omnipresent darkness made it difficult to breathe.

Lintian was unaware of it.

A day later.

After the injury was repaired, Lintian returned to his peak. He felt clear and refreshing. He had a strong desire to survive.

He looked at the blame free lamp on one side.

Its wick is like beans, flickering out dim yellow mottled light and shadow, giving people a warm feeling.

The lamp is a kind of gray ancient color, like the stubborn iron polished in the boundless years, giving people a breath of years.

At the beginning, the skeleton boatman hung them in a black boat and crossed the Styx river.

Lintian held the lamp and wanted to leave the Styx river with the power of the lamp.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the lamp seemed to grow on the ground, motionless!

Huh?

Lintian's black eyes coagulated and looked carefully.

A moment later, he finally understood the reason. Although the lamp opened its shadow, it blocked the strange power in the dark for himself.

But at the same time, it also bears the oppression of that strange force!

Lintian's face became uncertain. He realized a key problem. To get rid of the strange power in the dark Styx river!

However, with his current strength, it is impossible to achieve this step.

What should I do?

Lintian was lost in thought.

He is never a man waiting to die. He will never give up if there is a glimmer of hope.

The big blackbird once said that if it wasn't for the black pot in its hand, even the sage could not suppress the strange power in the Styx!

Now, Lintian was at the bottom of the Styx River, and his strength was still very far away from the sage. He didn't seem to have any hope to get out of trouble.

It's just, really?

Three days later.

Lintian had a bold idea in his mind. If it triggered the thunder of eternal life, could he cut a way to live?

Robbing thunder is derived from the will of heaven. It's as hard as it can be. It can kill the evil of cutting heaven and earth. It has the power to clean up heaven and earth!

Under the Styx River, there are many white bones and skeletons. The residual thoughts and grievances from ancient times sink here, which just seems strange and unknown.

It is undoubtedly a good choice if we can all survive the robbery and break a way of life.

But at the same time, the risk is also extremely large.

Lintian could not guarantee whether he would be disturbed and attacked by those strange thoughts during the robbery. If something went wrong, he would be doomed!

But after thinking about it, this was the only way Lintian could think of to get out of trouble.

"Well, now I'm still a long way from the first doom on the way to longevity. Before that, I can only close here... Shut up!"

Yes, shut up!

Being trapped here was like a temporary dormancy. Lintian didn't think he would be trapped and die here all his life!

Thinking of this, Lintian completely calmed down and began to think silently.

When he entered the forbidden area of the Styx river this time, he got a lot of opportunities, such as many wonderful ways of fire, such as the one-of-a-kind sword moves left without disaster, such as nearly a hundred thunder purple bamboos, such as Daming magic

Not to mention these, only the divine medicine and King medicine he carried are enough to support him to shut down here for a long time!

Buzzing~

Lintian didn't hesitate. He sacrificed a wonderful fire and turned it into a furnace tripod, emitting an immortal spirit.

Qiang!

When the broken blade is swept out, it will be swept into the furnace tripod in an instant and begin to be tempered and pregnant.

Lintian's sleeve robe waved, and a pile of divine materials poured out, shining brightly.

These divine materials were collected by him over the years. Now, he plans to use these divine materials to temper the broken blade.

Lintian looked calm, separated a wisp of divine knowledge, manipulated many wonderful Taoist fires, and put a variety of divine materials into Taoist fires from time to time.

Lintian, as the master of holy stripe, was naturally familiar with refining utensils.

Although pregnant and nurturing the king's way is different from refining weapons, they come to the same goal by different ways. With the help of many wonderful ways and fire, it is enough for him to thoroughly temper the broken blade.

The origin of the broken blade is extremely mysterious. It has its own secret of inheritance, but in the final analysis, it is incomplete!

Lintian had considered long ago whether to refine a new king's way extreme soldier or turn the broken blade into his own king's way extreme soldier to conceive and raise.

And now he has made a decision.

Up to now, the broken blade has been playing an immeasurable power, and like the inheritance of the word "Yuan" and the inheritance of the word "Ji", it can only be displayed through the broken blade.

If you choose a new weapon as the king's extreme soldier, it is tantamount to making the Pearl of the broken blade covered with dust and killing the nature!

The fire of many wonderful ways glows like a furnace tripod. It constantly melts divine materials, and the broken blade floats and sinks in it. It is constantly tempered and nurtured.

With a part of divine consciousness controlling and paying attention to all this, Lintian ignored it and immersed his mind in his own cultivation.

Now, his cultivation has reached the later stage of the king's realm, and he is only one step away from the point of perfection.

What we need to do now is to make the most of our cultivation and advance to a breakthrough. Only in this way can we trigger the first disaster in our life!

However, before practicing, Lintian decided to practice the great nether magic first!

If you can divide the original God into three and take charge of the "past", "this life" and "future", it will be enough to get twice the result with half the effort for your own cultivation.

For example, in practice, one yuan God can understand martial arts, one can practice accomplishments, and the other can be used to understand the power of the Avenue!

In the dark, the yellow oil lamp swayed, Lintian fell into enlightenment, and he didn't know the passage of time

……

Lin demon is dead!

This news, like a storm, swept through the whole fire area in just a few days, causing an unknown amount of uproar.

Many people can't believe it, but with the return of the strong who went to the Styx forbidden area to explore opportunities, this news has been further confirmed!

Lin demon God died. He died on the way of Mingzi's pursuit. He was attacked by the ancient Buddha from Dadi Tibetan temple and fell under the Styx river!

For a moment, I don't know how many people regret it.

Lin demon God, just like a legend, has had too many miracles. Since his debut, he has never had a real failure.

But it is such a peerless figure like a demon, but he hates under the Styx river. How can people not sigh?

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PS: Goldfish's grandfather died at noon today and didn't update at night. I'm sorry~