Twin martial arts

"Demigod"

The patriarch of the Biqingniao tribe couldn't speak fluently, stammered, trembling with fear and timidity.

Lin Fan looked at the so-called patriarch with a half-smile, and said, "I'm sorry, in order to avoid leakage of breath, I concealed my cultivation."

The faces of the people of the clan are full of bitterness.

Demi god!

If it is at the peak of the ethnic group, it is naturally nothing.

but now

"Your Excellency, is there any misunderstanding?" the patriarch said.

Lin Fan jokingly said: "Since I came here, I have already asked if you want to be indiscriminate, or ask why."

"Hey," the patriarch sighed: "You are used to domineering, you only know that you have yourself and you don't know others."

All the strong men of this family are here, with their heads bowed at this time.

Especially those two men and one woman, and the elder who appeared first.

"Hehe." Qingyue smiled: "I slapped him."

She slenderly pointed at the man with half of his cheek rotten: "What? Does any of you want revenge?"

Some people lowered their heads, but their eyes were full of murderous intent.

But at this moment, the patriarch smiled bitterly: "It turned out to be another demigod."

Then came another long sigh.

"Doesn't your family have ancestor spirits? Call them out." Qingyue smiled: "It's like saying that there is no one or two gods in your family."

The patriarch's face changed slightly, he was cautious and cautious, and asked: "Dare to ask which ethnic group you come from?"

"Thunder and Dream."

With three simple words, the patriarch stepped back three steps, as if a few thunderbolts struck his sea of ​​souls!

Indeed, who can survive in this hell without gods?

But the problem is that the ethnic groups or forces settled here, their gods, are all dead!

As for Lei and Meng, the two great gods are still alive and have never passed away.

"I'm sorry." The patriarch lowered his head and said in a difficult tone, "I apologize for the ignorance and presumptuousness of my people, just ask"

He is also a strong man, the head of the clan. When he said this, his words became more and more difficult: "Let go of my clan, because my clan has also served the world."

Qingyue smiled and said: "I don't care, the main thing is my husband."

"Husband?" The patriarch looked at Lin Fan solemnly.

Being able to become the son-in-law of a living god, just this, can prove something.

Lin Fan said: "I have no enmity with you, it doesn't matter whether you let it go or not."

The patriarch's eyes relaxed, but Lin Fan's expression turned sharp in an instant: "But he must die, otherwise I don't mind asking you for advice, and I also really want to try the collision of different cultivations, whether there will be something unknown spark."

Lin Fan's hand pointed to the man who humiliated Qingyue.

The man's face suddenly changed, and he begged in fear: "Patriarch."

The patriarch shook his head: "You kill yourself, humiliating your wife face to face, don't say that you have the strength to crush our clan, even if you don't, a battle to the death is inevitable."

The man grinned grimly: "What are you afraid of? At worst, we agree."

"Keng."

A ray of sword light suddenly cut from the sky, killing the man in black clothes, leaving no soul behind.

Lin Fan frowned slightly, and looked at the patriarch who shot in surprise.

The patriarch sighed: "It's my negligence in discipline that made you effective."

But the rest of the Biqingniao protoss looked at their patriarch in horror.

You know, the one who was beheaded was his third grandson!

"Your Excellency, please."

Patriarch invited.

Lin Fan pondered slightly, smiled, and said, "I also want to see how your cultivation civilization is different from ours."

Flying into the big star, Lin Fan was surprised.

This is simply no different from the outside world.

Of course, this refers to the living environment. On this planet, there are mountains and plains. The only difference from the outside world is that this big star seems to lack vitality.

"Do you feel it?"

The patriarch smiled wryly, and said: "This big star is actually transformed from the head of the ancestor."

"what?"

Lin Fan was terrified.

He rushed into the sky in an instant, looked down from the highest point, and realized that this planet was really shaped like a head.

"All the dao rhymes and rules that fellow daoists can feel are actually the release of the divine fruit of the ancestors, but they can't last long." The patriarch looked at Lin Fan and said, "That is to say, within 300 years at most, we will Complete decline, not to mention cultivation, in this kind of place, I am afraid that it will be difficult to even survive."

Lin Fan frowned, and wanted to say something, but Qingyue pinched his palm indiscriminately, and immediately, Lin Fan didn't speak.

Lin Fanyi is a bold man, looking around the entire big star, the only thing that can threaten him is the family weapon of this clan, but he has a sharp gun and treasures such as Purgatory of Heaven by his side, so he has no fear.

He wanted to browse through various histories of cultivation, to see if he could get some inspiration, so as to completely enter the demigod state.

Next to the ancestral hall of the Biqingniao God Clan is the Sutra Library, where Lin Fan sits cross-legged.

This family is very generous, showing him all the gods and letters left by the gods. Of course, in return, Lin Fan also took out the gods of life and death, and Qingyue even took a scripture about the Oneiroi in exchange.

Deep in the ethnic group.

The patriarch's face was serious, he looked at the man in front of him, and sighed: "You have to know, if he doesn't die, the whole clan will be destroyed."

"Grandpa, I know, but I can't bear it."

This is a man who actually has the eight realms of the gods.

"Grandpa, we really don't think about it"

"Be careful!"

The patriarch's eyes turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "Are you trying to kill our whole clan? It has been too long since there have been no demigods in our clan, so who can know their power?"

The man broke out in a cold sweat.

"I just don't want to be someone who forgets all the classics, but since the pride of our clan must die, I naturally don't have any psychological burden, and let people get in touch with them. If I can kill Lin Fan, I will do whatever I want."

"Damn."

Qingyue's expression was cold and stern: "Could it be that this family is going to be a traitor? Could it be that they have forgotten that their ancestors also shed blood in the sky and fought for the world's cultivators?"

What kind of person is Qingyue, with a good background, not to mention assisting Le Yao and others in managing the Heavenly Court for more than a thousand years.

From the few words intercepted by Gun Ling, it was natural to hear why.

"Wait for my husband to come out and see what he says."

Qingyu looked back at the ancestral hall, with undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

"Taoism can still be understood in this way. This civilization is indeed extraordinary."

Lin Fan was studying the God's Handbook, he got something, stretched out his hand, and then grabbed a wisp: "Dead thing"

Then, he caught a ray of Dao from his own small world: "Although in comparison, my Dao is immature and weak, but it is full of vitality."