Twin martial arts

Lin Fan didn't know.

Since the opening of Hongmeng, the first place to bring up the soul is the underworld that deals with heroic spirits all day long.

I don't know, since ancient times, there have been tens of thousands of ways to temper the soul, but most of them were born in the first generation of Hades. Even the method he got was created by the millstone he was in at the time of Thunder God.

At this time, Lin Fan no longer had a physical body, only a soul.

Neither Zhutian nor Chaos Town God's Bell are gone, only the spirit is here.

All the time he is under the attack of thunder, and he is no longer racing against the roller that can easily crush his soul into powder.

His spirit seemed to be shackled by hundreds of millions of catties, and he was struggling to walk. This was torture.

Qingyue is now fighting among endless ghosts!

All are demigods.

Of course, although these ghosts are in the realm of demigods, they don't really have the combat power of demigods. Otherwise, hundreds of demigods, even Lin Fan, will perish.

That young man was honored by Guishuai, but he didn't know his roots.

But it must be a god.

It can be seen at a glance that although Qingyue is in the realm of a demigod, she lacks the perception and combat power of the corresponding realm, just like a child with unrivaled divine power that can lift mountains and mountains, it seems extremely uncoordinated.

So Qingyue was thrown into this ancient battlefield that had cultivated more than a few strong men for the underworld a long time ago.

"You came to find your master?"

The boy looked at the sharp gun with a smile.

The gun spirit manifested, clasped his fists and saluted: "Please also guide the direction."

"Walk through the darkness to reach the next floor." The boy replied.

Gun Ling saluted again, then looked somewhere in the void.

"Go first, they probably need at least a hundred years." The young man waved lightly: "You go first, and I will tell them where you are after they come out."

Gun Ling left.

"What about you?" The young man looked at the old Kui Niu: "Looking for the ancestor of your family?"

Old Kui Niu was extremely nervous.

What kind of cultivation is he?

After seeing the young man's tyrannical methods, he was extremely nervous.

"You go too, there really should be more powerful people in this world." The young man smiled, he raised his scepter, and blasted forward, it actually pierced through countless Zeng Prison Towers, ushering in a shocking anger.

No one knows how many floors there are in the God Prison Tower.

But on each floor, there is a imprisoned god, who runs through countless floors like a young man, which is an infringement of other people's territory and territory.

But the young man was obviously very strong, and he completely ignored those questioning and roaring, and threw the old Kui Niu into the passage, allowing him to directly enter his ancestor's layer.

Cultivation has no time.

Lin Fan no longer knew how many thousand times he had been crushed to death.

Every time, they are experiencing the real life and death, the great horror between life and death, which cannot be described in words.

On the other side of the battlefield.

Qingyue is like a goddess of death, all of the demigod spirits that can be called immortal have been killed by him, and the breath of the whole person has also changed greatly.

On the way to becoming a god.

In front of the only true path, practitioners gathered.

These cultivators include the most outstanding figures in the present and the past, and all of them have ugly faces at this time.

Stare at the crystal tablet.

On the inscription, there is the word Lin Fan.

And after Lin Fan's name, there is - the first demigod of this era.

Simple description.

But it makes the eyes of those who are determined to compete for the ultimate highest fruit position show murderous intent!

The first demigod of this era!

This represents the most outstanding creatures in this era.

If the era was changed, and it was not a world of great controversy, then Lin Fan was destined to be the master of the era.

This is the approval of Dao and God, which also means that if there is a chance to become a god, Lin Fan has at least half of it. Based on this alone, how can these aspiring competitors not be full of killing intent.

"My lord, you are a man of destiny."

An old servant bent slightly: "This Lin Fan, this old slave should go and behead him first, and take away his fortune, and then the young master will surely rise with two great fortunes."

A man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes in front of him chuckled: "Go, it's best if you don't kill this kind of person, and subdue him as a general to help me command the heavens."

Similar words happen in more than one place.

In this era, there are too many ancient monsters.

If they were born in the wrong era, they would definitely have the chance to become gods.

And when they reached the peak of that era, they knew that there was no opportunity to become gods, so they hid down, like the golden cicadas buried deep in the soil, just waiting for the future.

In this era, an opportunity to become a god is smelled.

So they all show up.

At this moment, Lin Fan was still torn between life and death.

But this time.

He has already been able to use the power of the soul to counter the roller and not make him stop, but it can slow down his speed, and then even slower.

Lin Fan suddenly had an intuition that if he could stop the roller completely, then he would be the soul of the magic mirror.

outside world.

Jianming.

Qingyue walked out with a white face.

A full 80 years.

Fighting every day, every moment, fighting with the ghosts of the demigods in the dark ancient battlefield.

At this time, Qingyue killed all the ghosts and broke through the barrier with a single sword.

She looked at the boy with complicated eyes.

There is hate!

That place was too intimidating, too terrifying, and too tortured.

But there is also gratitude.

Her demigod did not come from penance, but took away the invisible good fortune. If there is no such tempering, it may take at least a thousand years to really stabilize the Tao fruit, and if the heart is impetuous, it may stop here in this life.

From this point of view, this young man has shown great kindness to him.

"As expected of the daughter of those two people, I thought it would take at least a hundred years for you to break out of the wall."

The teenager smiled.

Qingyue was silent for a moment: "Husband"

"He's coming too, I smell a bit of divinity." The boy's expression was also a little heavy.

What he said was the truth, that place was indeed the accumulation of the underworld in units of epochs.

This is also one of the reasons why the underworld is so powerful. As long as there are gods born in the underworld, it must be a flesh body.

But since ancient times, no less than a hundred people entered the millstone, and no more than three or five people really became magic mirrors.

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The young man's eyes became more complicated, and he finally sighed: "I hope you are right, I will try my best to make a king."

After a moment of silence, the boy disappeared.

Youyou said; "You think I am not qualified, but he is. I really want to see if he is really qualified."

this.

Only he can hear it.

Qingyue sat cross-legged on the spot.

Another 50 years have passed, and Lin Fan still hasn't appeared.

Another 30 years have passed, and Lin Fan still hasn't appeared.

Qingyue was anxious.

Even the boy frowned.

"It's very wrong. Among them, one person stayed the longest, but it was only 20 years." The young man frowned more tightly: "But he is full of vitality, and his divinity permeates the world."

Another 40 years passed.

A click.

The world is cracked.

The entire sky seemed to be unable to bear the creatures that were about to appear, and the terrifying divine power burst out suddenly, turning the ruins of this place into dust in an instant!

"Boy, don't blame me for being ruthless if you dare to mess around!"