Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao Chapter 4462: Burial years

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Why do you suddenly walk in the palace of the old castle, and suddenly there is a bright star?

Ling Han was surprised, he was standing in the starry sky now, with stars in the distance, the starlight sprinkled on him, cold as water.

Hey, he obviously did n’t exercise any body method, nor did he step on the rules. Why can he stand in the starry sky?

This should not be a real starry sky.

Ling Han strode forward. Sure enough, the void seemed like substance, so that he could walk easily.

However, I only walked a few steps, and I saw a star suddenly burst into amazing light, and then saw a figure appear in front of Ling Han, all composed of starlight, with an indescribable beauty.

However, this starlight humanoid immediately hit Ling Han with a punch.

War? come!

Ling Han Changxiao greeted him toward the starlight humanoid form, and the same iron fist boomed.

Bang, he punched the starlight man with a punch. He couldn't help but be surprised. The starlight man's strength was only slightly inferior to him, and there were eight more rules.

This is comparable to the fighting power of the golden generation.

But what is this in front of Ling Han?

He didn't use his full strength, but under a single punch, but only ten moves, he shattered the starlight figure.

Huh?

He found that the previously striking star shot him a Dao Light, directly moving in his sea of ​​knowledge, nourishing his dao fruit tree.

Originally, this was a small sapling, but now it has grown slightly.

Hey, fairy?

However, after a while, the light from the stars disappeared.

Ling Han looked over and saw that this star was much dimmer than before, and maybe it would be completely dim after a few more visits.

That is to say, the first person who enters this place will have the opportunity to get nourished by the starlight. If you come here later, you will not have such a chance.

Ling Han smiled, cool.

He continued to move forward, and soon, another star glowed, and then the starlight figure reappeared.

Strength ... almost.

Ling Han greeted him, and he picked up the starlight man with his three fists and two legs.

Who is his opponent in World War I?

After destroying this starlight figure, his dao fruit tree has grown a little bit more.

He laughed loudly and pushed all the way. Under the constant nourishment of fairy qi, his dao fruit tree also grew at an alarming rate.

Dilu is worthy of being the strongest place of characterization.

Ling Han was originally a distance away from the golden generation, especially like Lin Xuan and they have already entered the rank of venerable, but through such opportunities, he can fully catch up or even surpass part of the golden generation.

Ling Han is basically at the forefront of the younger generation.

All the way, he solves his opponent too fast. Just one day later, he came to the end and saw a path ahead.

He could n’t help but feel sorry, so it ’s over?

Although the tree of dao fruit is strong, it still does not produce dao fruit, which is worse.

He tried to retreat, but if he went back, there was no starlight humanoid reproduction.

No way, move on.

He walked out of the passageway and looked closely. He saw that there was a graveyard in front of him, the tombs were towering high, and some of the tombstones were as high as a thousand feet. Know whether it was because of the erosion of the years, or was broken in the battle.

Are ghosts or zombies killed?

Ling Han was full of anticipation and strode into the cemetery.

However, the wind is low and gloomy, but no enemy appears.

Uh, okay.

Ling Han is a bit disappointed. He is eager to fight now, because fighting and killing the enemy here has many advantages.

He walked across tombs and glanced over to see who was buried here.

However, these tombstones are the same, there are no words.

All the people buried here are anonymous?

Ling Han suddenly had an urge to dig graves. Is there really anyone buried here?

He forcibly dispelled such urges. If the ancients really sleep here, how can he be digging the graves of others so that the ancients will not be peaceful after death?

The further you go deeper into the cemetery, the darker and darker the environment becomes, and the more chilling it is.

After walking for a long time, the exit of the cemetery, or the entrance, appears.

What surprised Ling Han was that there was still a thatched hut.

Do n’t you live here?

Ling Han walked over, but saw the thatched house open with a creak, and came out of an old man in gray.

"Dream of a Thousand Years." The old man in gray stretched a lazy waist before looking at Ling Han, as if he had just seen him, showing a look of surprise, "Young man, you came here What are you doing? "

This old man ... not at all!

Saints?

Why is n’t the saint unable to enter Dilu?

Is it a breakthrough here?

In a moment, Ling Han thought of lightning in his heart, but there was a smile on his face, saying: "The juniors just pass by."

"Oh." The old man in gray nodded. "That's right, this is a cemetery. You are young, what are you doing here?"

Ling Han was curious and asked, "Senior, who are the people buried here, why are there monuments but no words?"

The old man in gray looked deep into the cemetery and said: "It ’s not people who are buried here, but years."

"Years?" Ling Han couldn't understand, how are the years buried?

Although there is such an argument, it is only a metaphor. Does anyone really build a cemetery?

"Oh, since I met the old man, it was considered a fate." The old man in gray smiled, "Come on, young man, old man, please have a drink."

"That's too many Xie Qian generations." Ling Han smiled.

The old man in gray brought Ling Han into the thatched house. The furniture here is really simple, with only a bed and a stone table, and a stone bench.

The old man in gray let Ling Han sit on the stone bench, but he was sitting on the bed, and then he did n’t know where to take out a jug and two wine glasses and put it on the stone bench.

Ling Han picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine for him and the old man in gray clothes.

Huh?

He looked at the pouring liquor, which was very cloudy, and it smelled no bit of wine.

"Why, is it bad to drink?" The old man in gray smiled.

"It's really not good to sell," Ling Han said honestly.

"Haha." The old man in gray laughed. He held a wine glass, and there was a look of nostalgia in his old eyes. Then he raised it, "A cup of respect for the sky, a cup of respect for the ground, a cup of respect for the years."

Then, he swallowed it.

Ling Han hesitated and picked up the glass and sipped it out.

Huh?

He suddenly felt a drunken attack, and he felt dizzy in an instant. With such cultivation and physique, he couldn't resist at all. He could not help but lie on the table and quickly made a snoring sound.

"It's time to go through a few years, and it's time for a fight." The old man in gray walked out of the thatched hut, and then looked back at the jug on the table. "Boy, you really are Luck. There will be less than ten people in total by the time. "

"Today is a good relationship!"

He stepped forward, the Cotai Strip was rolled out, and disappeared instantly.