Chapter 1343: 1354

The old man in Confucian robes has white hair and great spirit. As soon as he arrived, he became the focus of attention.

The saints obviously recognized each other's identity. They were shocked in their hearts and showed a surprised look between their eyebrows.

It seems unexpected that such a living fossil like antique should appear today.

"I've seen Mr. Miao Xuan."

What's more surprising is that many saints slightly bow their heads and salute to show their respect.

But Lintian frowned.

Before, when he was besieged, the old man didn't appear. Seeing that he had an advantage, he stepped in and wanted to resolve the fight. How can there be such a good thing in the world?

At this time, a voice suddenly came from his ear: "boy, this is Mr. Miao Xuan from Shenji Pavilion, the holy hidden place. He is an old antique who has lived for unknown years. The inside information is extremely frightening. Even when I wait in front of them, I can only think of myself as a younger generation."

Shenji Pavilion!

Lintian also heard of this holy and hidden place, which was regarded as one of the most mysterious holy places in the ancient wasteland, and rarely appeared in the world.

What Shenji Pavilion is good at is to deduce the general trend of heaven and earth and predict good and bad luck.

Like the struggle of the coming of the great world, the emergence of the absolute top domain and the end of the absolute top domain, Shenji pavilion has predicted in advance and released information to the outside world.

Similarly, the descendant of Shenji Pavilion is also regarded as a "knife and pen official in the practice world". He is in charge of the spring and autumn pen and the history book, recording the history of ancient and modern times and bearing in mind the changes of years and events.

However, almost all the characters who can be remembered by them are amazing figures who will be famous for centuries and spread in the history of the world.

It is said that there is a "record of stars" in Shenji Pavilion, which records a nearly legendary figure since ancient times.

Even if the ancient wasteland is extinct, this group of stars will exist forever in the years and will not be erased. As long as they are returned, they will be remembered again by people!

At present, the old man called "Mr. Miao Xuan" comes from Shenji Pavilion. It's no wonder that he will make the saints present respected.

Although Lintian knew this, his attitude remained the same and said, "elder, if you come to stop the killing, please forgive me. No matter who comes today, you can't do it."

The saints Leng hum. His face is gloomy. This son is really crazy!

Mr. Miao Xuan sighed and said, "little friend, I know you have grievances, but... Four true saints have fallen today, which is a great loss to the whole ancient wasteland. I hope you can give in and stop now."

Lintian did not change his look: "if they died, it would be the loss of the ancient wasteland. What if I died today? Elder, you have a kind heart, I have a will to kill, you don't have to persuade."

These words were extremely impolite, which made the laughter in the distance not return. They were all shocked. In the ancient wasteland, there were not many people who dared to talk to Mr. Miaoyuan like this!

"Little friend, you have entered the top of the world. You must also know that in ancient times, countless sages fought to resist the foreign enemies of the eight regions. Now, although the ancient barren region is gorgeous in the world, it is also accompanied by a great crisis, which is likely to repeat the war of the eight regions."

Mr. Miao Xuan was not angry at all. His voice was gentle and earnest.

"At that time, only our generation of friars can stand up and support all living beings in the ancient wasteland, and the sage, as the peak of the world, can play a power enough to change the overall situation."

"Every loss means that the power to resist foreign enemies in the ancient wasteland will be weakened by one point. I hope you will think twice."

These words didn't threaten Lintian, but they knew with emotion and moved with reason. They didn't oppress Lintian with their identity.

However, Lintian frowned more and more, and said, "such a group of selfish, arrogant and shameless old animals can't even accommodate me, a young generation. Do you expect them to stand out for all living beings in the future?"

In a word, put the dog blood scolded by the saints of Shang ye and Xia Houxue!

This made them all angry and looked more gloomy and bad.

"Boy, we respect Mr. Miao Xuan and don't bother to argue with you. I really think we're afraid you won't succeed?"

Xia Hou's blood looked somber.

"It's just seven robberies in your life. Your strength will dissipate after all. At that time, I'll see who can save you!"

Ink Kong's words are as solemn as a knife.

Other people are also killing opportunities. They are completely at ease, because the arrival of Mr. Miao Xuan gives them an opportunity.

As long as the time dragged on, the power Lintian borrowed might dissipate faster, which would be more beneficial to them!

Similarly, since Mr. Miao Xuan came, how could he watch Lintian go wild again?

Lintian glanced and saw through the thoughts of these saints. He immediately sneered and said calmly, "senior, you can see what the old dogs are. If you stop me again, you will be against me!"

The sound is sonorous and loud!

As soon as the voice fell, Lintian did not hesitate to pull the bow and string, and the target locked the inkong in the distance.

"You dare!"

All the saints in the field were furious. In front of Mr. Miaoyuan, this son dared to commit murder. It was lawless.

And they couldn't help looking at each other. Lintian's courage was beyond their imagination.

Lintian looked cold. He pulled the ferocious and fierce meaningless bow composed of white bones and skeletons.

The Mo Li arrow, which stirs the wind and thunder in the dark blue, has been put on it.

Between heaven and earth, the peaceful atmosphere was suddenly replaced by a sense of killing and terror.

Everything showed that Lintian didn't intend to stop fighting and rejected Mr. Miao Xuan's proposal!

"Little friend, I just want to ask, when the battle of the nine regions comes, all the people in the world are in deep water and are likely to die. What choice will you make?"

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Suddenly, Mr. Miaoyuan asked questions, sounding like a flood of bells, reaching the hearts of the people.

"There will be no finished eggs under the pouring of the nest. At that time, I will kill the enemies of nine heaven and eight regions with what I have learned."

Lintian said without hesitation.

That year, he was deeply touched and made great wishes after witnessing the deeds of a group of sages, such as "taixuan sword emperor", "Xuankong ghost king", "disaster free war emperor", "Xingjia Holy Buddha" and so on.

If there is a great disaster, he will never stand idly by!

"It's ridiculous. How dare you, a little mole ant who has lived for seven times, say such a boastful thing?"

The saints sneer. It's ridiculous. If the foreign enemies of the eight regions invade, there must be many great enemies at the saint level.

This son's own strength is poor, but he clamored to kill the enemy for nine days. It's too much to measure his strength.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Mr. Miao Xuan nodded: "OK, little friend, please remember your words today, I believe you."

After that, his Confucian robe was fluttering, and his figure had left the battlefield. He sat out of thin air in a very far distance. He unloaded the book basket behind him, took out a book and a pen, sat solemnly and said no more.

No!

The saints clapped in their hearts. How could they not understand that Mr. Miao Xuan decided not to join this matter because of Lintian's words, and planned to stand idly by!

Was Lintian's son more important in his heart than all the saints present?

"Thank you for your help!"

At this moment, Lintian really believed that Mr. Miao Xuan was really thinking about the world, not to favor those saints!

Only such an elder can be respected by all saints in the world!

Lintian believed that there was no shortage of people like those sages in ancient times in the world today!

Collapse!

Without any hesitation, Lintian's arrow, which was already full of strength, suddenly burst out.

The suspended battle continues to reappear at this moment.

In the field, the sky and the earth are dim, the sun and the moon are dim, and the murderous spirit is like the Milky way in the nine days, running through heaven and earth.

"Kill!"

How could those saints wait to die and attack without hesitation.

Unfortunately, they didn't wait for Lintian's strength to decline, or they underestimated the strength that Lintian borrowed from the moment of fighting.

They guessed all this wrong, thinking that what Lintian borrowed was the power of the sage king.

Killing life is like a floating butcher's heart. Why should we return to eternal dust!

This power of killing life and killing the heart of futu is left by a saint Buddha who has the power of the great emperor in ancient times. Is it unusual?

The sage king stands on the top of all saints.

And the emperor is ahead of all saints!

Emperor Cheng is a mountain that countless sage kings in ancient and modern times are eager to climb. It is lofty and ethereal, almost legendary.

If you can't even kill some true saints, is it still called the power of the emperor?

Only the previous Dharma was able to guess the power Lintian used from the attack of the Buddha kingdom in his hand, but when he wanted to remind him, he was already ambushed.

Poof!

In the battlefield, just for a moment, Mokong was shot and killed, an arrow sealed his throat, his body burst to pieces, and his form and spirit were destroyed. Before he died, he roared angrily and unwilling.

In the distance, Mr. Miao Xuan, sitting cross legged in the void, sighed in his heart and didn't lift his head. Holding the spring and autumn pen, he wrote in the history book:

"In the tenth year of the great world, eight thousand miles away from xuesang City, the saints travel to kill Lintian and trigger a bloody war that can shake the ancient and modern times."

"In the battle, the true saints such as wuxiutong, Tongtian Jianzong cliff, Fazheng of dizang temple and Gou Zhenshan of black nightmare Tiangou family fell one after another and died under the power of emperor Tao borrowed by Lintian, causing the phenomenon of heaven's mourning."

"I want to defuse the fight. Unexpectedly, Lintian's son's killing heart has been determined and can't be reversed. Considering this, I have to make a choice“

"I only hope that this son will reproduce the style of ancient sages and seek the future for the ancient wasteland in the future disaster."

When he wrote this, Mr. Miaoyuan sighed softly and continued to write: "later, another ten thousand beast Lingshan ink Kong fell..."

When he looked into the field, he saw that Lintian held the wordless pagoda. He was brave and came down from the sky and smashed Xia Hou's blood of the moon worship sect. His body was blown open. The picture was bloody.

He bowed his head and looked neither sad nor happy. His waist and spine were straight and his brush edge walked quickly. He wrote in the history book: "worship the moon to teach Xia Hou's blood and fall with it."

In the distance, the war continued and the world was in chaos.

Here, a history book and a spring and autumn pen are recording all this.

Mr. Miao Xuan suddenly thought in his heart, what would be the evaluation of future generations if they learned about this war engraved in history?

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