Great Creator

When the Sanxian fell, everyone around him backed away.

　　 It is not because of avoiding offense, but because of the dazzling celestial light and the aura of aura. The average monk can't bear it standing by, and his vision will be blurred after a long time.

　　 When San Xian approached Le Ying, he deliberately reduced his momentum and fairy light, showing his care for Le Ying, a junior.

　　Le Ying also saw the appearance of this Sanxian.

　　 Looking at the white hair and white clothes from a distance, the face is old, but the temperament is clear and bright, with long beards, and no weapons on his body.

　　 The Sanxian glanced at Le Ying, slightly surprised.

　　 "Little girl, your talent is so high that I can't see your upper limit."

　　 "How long have you been practicing?"

　　 The sound of dispersing immortals sounded in the clouds.

　　 "Back to senior, it's been twenty-three years."

　　 Leying half-kneeled and said truthfully.

　　 She did not hide anything, but the Sanxian was suddenly angry.

　　 "Nonsense! The old man observes your physical time, and the practice time is definitely less than ten years. How come twenty-three years, how dare you not tell the truth in front of the old man!"

　　 The immortal was angry, and the people around him suddenly panicked.

　　 A group of cultivators, no matter it was in the elixir-raising stage or the primordial spirit stage, all knelt down and asked Sanxian seniors to forgive their sins.

　　 also enjoys the privilege of Mahayana period without directly bowing down.

　　 "The degree of time?"

　　 Huang Si said to himself over there.

　　"Does it refer to the age of Leying's body? Her body was reshaped by me later. This Sanxian can see the time experience of the body. It's very powerful. I'm afraid it's not because of the understanding of the law of time."

　　 "Le Ying, tell him directly that you have a special reason to do this, and ask senior to discuss it with you in detail."

　　 Leying didn't panic after receiving the master's instruction.

"Senior Sanxian, I have indeed practiced for 23 years. I don't dare to hide this from Senior. It's just that my physical time is only more than a year. There are special reasons for this. I don't know if I can talk to Senior separately. "

　　 Le Ying is extremely sincere.

　　 Even the aloof Sanxian was a little moved by her.

　　 Of course, this has something to do with Le Ying’s beauty and high natural credibility. Good-looking is really popular.

　　 "Never mind, little girl, follow me directly."

　　 Sanxian's attitude is slightly Microsoft.

　　 "I want this girl first, and I will count on the game with you later."

The sound of 　　 scattered immortals spread throughout the game venue as a notification.

　　 With a wave of his robe sleeves, the golden light and aura covered the sky and covered the sun, drawing Le Ying into it.

　　The golden light flashed continuously, and it flew far away and disappeared into the sky.

　　 The rest of the practitioners looked at each other, wondering if the competition will go on or not, and to whom is the first place going.

　　 And Le Ying only felt the golden light shimmering, he couldn't see things, and his figure flew lightly.

　　In this world, only monks in the Mahayana period can fly on their own. Le Ying has never experienced this feeling before.

　　 After flying for a while, the two finally landed.

　　 Leying stood on the ground, looked around, and found that he had landed on a mountain.

　　 This mountain is full of aura, dense vegetation, and shimmering in the sun. It is obviously a treasure land.

　　 "Little girl, this is my place. If you have any unspeakable concealment, if you say it now, no one else will hear it."

　　 San Xian-senior took good care of her.

　　 Leying thanked Sanxian first, and then started talking.

　　 "Senior, I didn't actually call that name before. My name is Le Ying. I am a disciple of the Tianzhen Sect in the Zhongzhou area. On that day, my disciple was destroyed. Only the disciple Cheng Rong who was practicing outside was spared..."

　　 The fact that Le Ying had destroyed the martial art and was killed by the immortal, was originally said.

　　The means of dispersing the immortals is so great that it is no good to deceive, let alone Le Ying doesn't want to hide from him at all. According to Huang Si's plan, just tell the truth directly and arouse Sanxian's interest.

　　 The scattered immortals couldn't help but be moved.

"Destroy the Celestial Formation faction...? Oh, I see, he is not an immortal, he is also a Sanxian like me. He is the old man of the real person Huyi. He should have destroyed the four sects of your Zhongzhou because of his forces. , You are really miserable."

　　 "But, since you are dead, why are you standing here intact?"

　　 Sanxian asked eagerly.

"After I died, because the grievance was too great, a thought supported my soul. Cheng Rong had been watching from a distance. As soon as the fairy left, he rushed over and saw that I was dead. Cheng Rong used to save my soul. The amulet of "has installed my soul."

"Later I learned that he heard from others that there is a mighty man in the Lost Temple, who can live dead and boneless, as long as he saves his soul. Cheng Rong used all his savings to buy this soul talisman for future use. Used to save lives. Unexpectedly, the school was later destroyed and I died too. This talisman came in handy right away."

　　Le Ying said in a whisper, while Sanxian kept his eyes on hearing, seeing that she had stopped halfway through her speech, she asked quickly:

"What happened later? Did you find this mighty one? The Lost Temple, that is the residence of the legendary gods... I thought it was just a legend. How could there be gods on this bright yellow star? Could it really be... …"

　　 Le Ying nodded.

　　 "Yes, Cheng Rong packed up my body with an ice coffin, and took the talisman to the lost temple."

　　 "He didn't have much hope, he just asked for this last chance."

　　 "Unexpectedly, he really saw a **** there, this god..."

　　 Le Ying deliberately stopped in the middle of speaking.

"Say it."

Sanxian urged, he quickly thought of the identity of Le Ying, and quickly said: "My name is the real person Yaori, and I will accept you as a disciple. I will keep you safe in the future. There is no real immortal on the Minghuang star, and I will be the master. There is nothing wrong with walking."

　　 With his promise, Le Ying will no longer be afraid that her past identity will cause a chase.

　　 After all, her enemy is also a Sanxian~www.wuxiamtl.com~ You have to find a Sanxian master to compare.

　　 "Thank you Master."

　　 Le Ying gave the ceremony of apprenticeship first, and then went on to speak.

"This **** calls himself the Dragon God and is called the Wings of Death. Its wings can cover the sky, and his body is so huge that he can't see the sides. He heard Cheng Rong's plea, and came out to receive Cheng Rong's tribute. Then, Lord Dragon God gave me a miracle, made me his believer, and reshaped my body."

　　 "Reshape the flesh... can he really reshape the flesh??"

　　 The voice of the real person got excited on the day.

After 　　 became Sanxian, his mood rarely fluctuates so sharply.

　　 However, the words of this little apprentice gave him hope.

　　 "Yes, if you don't believe me, you can ask other practitioners in the area. The one who killed me was full of people, and I was killed by him with one move. Many monks who were onlookers should have seen it."

　　 "However, the Deathwing God not only reshaped my body, but also changed my appearance and improved my talents, which allowed me to grow so fast."

　　 "Improve talent? How to improve?"

　　 The real person was shocked and asked hurriedly.

　　 Now, the state of the two is completely reversed.

　　 Leying's attitude is not hurried, but Yaori's real person is not as excited as an immortal mighty power.

　　:. :