It Took 100,000 Years of Immortal Cultivation To Discover That Xinxian Village Was a Forbidden Area

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The young man was in high spirits and stood there with a shallow smile on his face.

Wave your hand.

The fake Li Ming is like a sunset Dapeng, approaching Li Ming.

"It's really like the painting, especially this face, it's handsome."

Li Ming looked at the man who was drawn in front of him. He was exactly the same as him. He was dressed in white, and he was imposing. His face was like a crown of jade.

Fake Li Ming radiated dazzling golden light all over his body and punched out.

Li Ming's eyes flashed, and the fake Li Ming's hand broke directly, but unfortunately, no blood splattered out.

The young man was startled and stared.

"How can this be?"

He felt something was wrong and quickly summoned him back.

But he couldn't move anymore, Li Ming's eyes had already locked on the fake Li Ming, and the celestial power poured out.

boom!

Fake Li died of an explosion.

It happened too fast, and between the lights and flints, the drawn characters were blown up by Li Ming, which was a bit outrageous.

"I don't believe in evil anymore."

With a wave of the young man's hand, he swiped towards the air, and suddenly billions of thunders appeared in the sky, covering Li Ming.

"Brush brush..."

He quickly painted various pictures.

Various great suns appear in Thunder.

"town!"

The young man planned to kill Li Ming.

But he was still too young, the catastrophe Li Ming suffered was unimaginable, and these thunderbolts were completely useless to him.

He yawned, the chaotic mist on his body killed everything.

bang.

The thunder drawn by the young man turned into powder.

Li Ming walked towards him step by step, the oppressive force of the immortal spirit power was like a sky falling from the sky at the same time.

"So strong."

The young man couldn't move. He saw Li Ming's body burst out with unparalleled strength, like a tsunami pouring down the Jiuzhongtian, like chaos surging.

He sucked in a breath, trying to break free.

But could not break free.

He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a few drops of blood. In an instant, the Peach Blossom Forest covered a huge killing formation.

The killing formation combined with the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and three golden puppets appeared.

"Heaven and Earth, the sea of ​​​​blood drifting, three killing formations, Kai!" The Nian Qiang man gritted his teeth and took out a few words, "I don't believe it anymore, it's all like this, and it still doesn't trap you."

bang.

The young man was still too young. Suddenly, he seemed to see a great emperor standing on the top of Jiuzhongtian, with flying black hair and sharp eyes, standing in the sky.

That kind of tyrannical pressure made his three puppets explode directly, and the formation seemed to be a piece of paper, completely collapsing.

The spirit crushes the sky, and the entire space is his power.

The young man couldn't bear it at all, and a tiger fell to the ground, kneeling in front of Li Ming, and said:

"Xianzun spare your life, please forgive the rudeness of the kid."

'Kneeling is quite straightforward. ’

Li Ming looked at him and smiled, but instead of withdrawing the spiritual pressure, he continued to cover him and let him feel the breath of death.

"Pfft..." The young man turned pale, coughed blood continuously, and kowtowed:

"Xianzun spare your life, the kid inadvertently trespassed in Xianzun's cave, please forgive me."

He coughed up blood while speaking, and his body was shaking, because Li Ming's pressure was really too strong.

Seeing that it was almost over, Li Ming removed all the pressure.

"Thank you Xianzun."

The young man stood up and moved so quickly that he didn't even have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, he took out three magic weapons from his Xumi ring, and handed one of them to Li Ming, saying:

"This is the White Cloud Umbrella, Immortal Venerable, please accept it with a smile."

Immediately, he gave the magic weapon to Black Dog and Luluo, the three-talented bracelet and the soul-enchanting bell respectively.

Painfully sensible.

Although they are not very important magic weapons, but the other party is very social, meeting is to give gifts.

"Just now, there were many offenses, and I also invited Immortal Venerable, Brother Gou, and this..."

"My name is Luluo."

"Senior Luluo, please don't be rude to the kid."

Li Ming felt that this person was too social. He was able to bend and stretch. He was really awesome. He was definitely a talent. Sure enough, Yunmeng Sect would not let himself down.

Li Ming asked, "What's your name?"

"Ma Lang."

"Ma Lang of the magic pen Ma Lang?"

"The pen in my hand is indeed a magic pen, and some people indeed call me the magic pen Ma Lang, Xianzun, you can call me anything you want."

Li Ming pointed his fingers and calculated the context of his whole person.

Ma Lang's father and mother had long since died, and he relied on his own firewood and lawn mowing to live.

He liked to learn to draw since he was a child, but he didn't even have a pen!

One day, he walked past the gate of a school and saw the magistrate in the yamen holding a pen and drawing.

He walked in unconsciously and said to the master, "I really want to learn painting, can you lend me a pen?"

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The county magistrate glared at him, "Bah!" A mouthful of saliva spat on his face, and he scolded: "The poor boy wants to pick up a pen, but he still wants to learn to paint? It's a dream!"

When he was done, he pushed him out the door.

Ma Lang is an ambitious child. He said, "I don't believe it. How could a poor child not be able to learn painting!"

From then on, he made up his mind to learn painting and practiced diligently every day. When he went to the mountains to gather firewood, he would break a branch and learn to trace birds on the sand. When he went to the river to mow the grass, he dipped the grass roots in the river water and learned to draw fish on the rocks on the bank.

In the evening, when I got home, I took a piece of charcoal, and on the wall of the cave, I painted the things I drew during the day, one by one.

Without a pen, he still learns to draw.

Years have passed, and learning to draw has never been interrupted for a day.

The four walls of his cave are painted with superimposed paintings, and all the twists and turns are painted.

Of course, the progress is also very fast. The birds that are really drawn can hardly croak, and the fish that are drawn can hardly swim.

Once, he painted a little hen at the entrance of the village, and there were eagles circling over the entrance of the village all day long.

Once, he drew a black wolf in the back of the mountain, so frightened that the cows and sheep did not dare to graze in the back of the mountain.

One night, he lay in a cave.

Because he had been working and studying painting all day, he was already very tired. As soon as he lay down, he fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know when, a colorful light lit up in the cave, and an old man with a white beard came and gave him a pen.

"Are you willing to come with me? If so, I'll give you a magic pen and let you paint the whole world."

He would.

When he woke up, he really appeared in a strange place, where an old grandfather was waiting for him.

The old man said that he has perseverance and talent, and he will make great achievements later.

It was at that time that he began to set foot in another field, an unprecedented field.

In a flash, ninety thousand years have passed.

Now, he can draw anything in the world at will.

Ma Lang lived even longer than him. He lived for 90,000 years, and his main painting and formation techniques, especially painting, were almost fake.

"Shengluohai, where you live is Shengluohai." Li fortune told the place where he lived was called Shengluohai, "What place is this?"

"I didn't say anything, Immortal Venerable actually knew?"

Ma Lang was completely shocked, and suddenly had a feeling that under the eyes of this Immortal Venerable, everything would be invisible.

"Born into the sea!"

The black dog's eyes widened, and suddenly his eyes widened, and his eyes burst with murderous aura, roaring towards the sky, constantly scratching the ground.

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The young man was in high spirits and stood there with a shallow smile on his face.

Wave your hand.

The fake Li Ming is like a sunset Dapeng, approaching Li Ming.

"It's really like the painting, especially this face, it's handsome."

Li Ming looked at the man who was drawn in front of him. He was exactly the same as him. He was dressed in white, and he was imposing. His face was like a crown of jade.

Fake Li Ming radiated dazzling golden light all over his body and punched out.

Li Ming's eyes flashed, and the fake Li Ming's hand broke directly, but unfortunately, no blood splattered out.

The young man was startled and stared.

"How can this be?"

He felt something was wrong and quickly summoned him back.

But he couldn't move anymore, Li Ming's eyes had already locked on the fake Li Ming, and the celestial power poured out.

boom!

Fake Li died of an explosion.

It happened too fast, and between the lights and flints, the drawn characters were blown up by Li Ming, which was a bit outrageous.

"I don't believe in evil anymore."

With a wave of the young man's hand, he swiped towards the air, and suddenly billions of thunders appeared in the sky, covering Li Ming.

"Brush brush..."

He quickly painted various pictures.

Various great suns appear in Thunder.

"town!"

The young man planned to kill Li Ming.

But he was still too young, the catastrophe Li Ming suffered was unimaginable, and these thunderbolts were completely useless to him.

He yawned, the chaotic mist on his body killed everything.

bang.

The thunder drawn by the young man turned into powder.

Li Ming walked towards him step by step, the oppressive force of the immortal spirit power was like a sky falling from the sky at the same time.

"So strong."

The young man couldn't move. He saw Li Ming's body burst out with unparalleled strength, like a tsunami pouring down the Jiuzhongtian, like chaos surging.

He sucked in a breath, trying to break free.

But could not break free.

He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a few drops of blood. In an instant, the Peach Blossom Forest covered a huge killing formation.

The killing formation combined with the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and three golden puppets appeared.

"Heaven and Earth, the sea of ​​​​blood drifting, three killing formations, Kai!" The Nian Qiang man gritted his teeth and took out a few words, "I don't believe it anymore, it's all like this, and it still doesn't trap you."

bang.

The young man was still too young. Suddenly, he seemed to see a great emperor standing on the top of Jiuzhongtian, with flying black hair and sharp eyes, standing in the sky.

That kind of tyrannical pressure made his three puppets explode directly, and the formation seemed to be a piece of paper, completely collapsing.

The spirit crushes the sky, and the entire space is his power.

The young man couldn't bear it at all, and a tiger fell to the ground, kneeling in front of Li Ming, and said:

"Xianzun spare your life, please forgive the rudeness of the kid."

'Kneeling is quite straightforward. ’

Li Ming looked at him and smiled, but instead of withdrawing the spiritual pressure, he continued to cover him and let him feel the breath of death.

"Pfft..." The young man turned pale, coughed blood continuously, and kowtowed:

"Xianzun spare your life, the kid inadvertently trespassed in Xianzun's cave, please forgive me."

He coughed up blood while speaking, and his body was shaking, because Li Ming's pressure was really too strong.

Seeing that it was almost over, Li Ming removed all the pressure.

"Thank you Xianzun."

The young man stood up and moved so quickly that he didn't even have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, he took out three magic weapons from his Xumi ring, and handed one of them to Li Ming, saying:

"This is the White Cloud Umbrella, Immortal Venerable, please accept it with a smile."

Immediately, he gave the magic weapon to Black Dog and Luluo, the three-talented bracelet and the soul-enchanting bell respectively.

Painfully sensible.

Although they are not very important magic weapons, but the other party is very social, meeting is to give gifts.

"Just now, there were many offenses, and I also invited Immortal Venerable, Brother Gou, and this..."

"My name is Luluo."

"Senior Luluo, please don't be rude to the kid."

Li Ming felt that this person was too social. He was able to bend and stretch. He was really awesome. He was definitely a talent. Sure enough, Yunmeng Sect would not let himself down.

Li Ming asked, "What's your name?"

"Ma Lang."

"Ma Lang of the magic pen Ma Lang?"

"The pen in my hand is indeed a magic pen, and some people indeed call me the magic pen Ma Lang, Xianzun, you can call me anything you want."

Li Ming pointed his fingers and calculated the context of his whole person.

Ma Lang's father and mother had long since died, and he relied on his own firewood and lawn mowing to live.

He liked to learn to draw since he was a child, but he didn't even have a pen!

One day, he walked past the gate of a school and saw the magistrate in the yamen holding a pen and drawing.

He walked in unconsciously and said to the master, "I really want to learn painting, can you lend me a pen?"

The county magistrate glared at him, "Bah!" A mouthful of saliva spat on his face, and he scolded: "The poor boy wants to pick up a pen, but he still wants to learn to paint? It's a dream!"

When he was done, he pushed him out the door.

Ma Lang is an ambitious child~www.readwn.com~ He said, "I don't believe it, how can a poor child not even learn to draw!"

From then on, he made up his mind to learn painting and practiced diligently every day. When he went to the mountains to gather firewood, he would break a branch and learn to trace birds on the sand. When he went to the river to mow the grass, he dipped the grass roots in the river water and learned to draw fish on the rocks on the bank.

In the evening, when I got home, I took a piece of charcoal, and on the wall of the cave, I painted the things I drew during the day, one by one.

Without a pen, he still learns to draw.

Years have passed, and learning to draw has never been interrupted for a day.

The four walls of his cave are painted with superimposed paintings, and all the twists and turns are painted.

Of course, the progress is also very fast. The birds that are really drawn can hardly croak, and the fish that are drawn can hardly swim.

Once, he painted a little hen at the entrance of the village, and there were eagles circling over the entrance of the village all day long.

Once, he drew a black wolf in the back of the mountain, so frightened that the cows and sheep did not dare to graze in the back of the mountain.

One night, he lay in a cave.

Because he had been working and studying painting all day, he was already very tired. As soon as he lay down, he fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know when, a colorful light lit up in the cave, and an old man with a white beard came and gave him a pen.

"Are you willing to come with me? If so, I'll give you a magic pen and let you paint the whole world."

It was at that time that he began to set foot in another field, an unprecedented field.

In a flash, ninety thousand years have passed.

Now, he can draw anything in the world at will.

Ma Lang lived even longer than him. He lived for 90,000 years, and his main painting and formation techniques, especially painting, were almost fake.