Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 153: Jinling, see Jinling again
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In the quiet and **** underground palace, a woman in a green dress lay down in the underground palace, covered in blood, with a wound on her right wrist, dripping blood into the pool of blood.
Lin Luoran smiled bitterly. It turned out that he was bled. No wonder that when he was weak and weak and even caught Zou Yaowei's powder mist, it seemed that it was not only because of the powder mist, but also because of excessive blood loss.
And the woman in black, under this situation, discuss the alchemy with Lin Luoran--she probably wants to refine herself into a so-called "spiritual pill", right?
"Where is this?" Lin Luoran asked reluctantly. In fact, she was not in the mood to chat, but to delay time.
I don’t know if the woman in black didn’t see her thoughts, or didn’t care about her playing cleverness. The black lotus was still in the pool of blood by her, and it grew well in the pool, the blood snaking. It quickly repaired the fracture, the lotus stem is transparent, and the inside is hollow. You can still see the blood gurgling up, the petals are full of blood, not only stretched out, but also grew bigger and bigger, revealing the lotus inside. Sitting alone, the woman in black jumped up and sat cross-legged, dissipating a lot of hostility between the drooping eyebrows, like a benevolent "Asura Guanyin".
"Here...It's a good place to search for China, you will never find it again."
The black-clothed woman blinked, and her whole body's charm and hostility faded in an instant.
There will be no place in the whole Huaxia, where the blood is like a pool, and the hostility is so heavy, Lin Luoran has lost too much blood and his head is dizzy, feeling that he has guessed a little bit, but he can't push it. Open that window.
The woman in black smiled brightly and changed the subject: "Let's discuss Dan Dao."
While speaking, Lin Luoran had already probed the aura in his body, and she couldn't use it at all. Divine Sense can be used, but the beads cannot be contacted at all—this place is really weird.
The woman in black covered her mouth and smiled, "You don’t have to delay time anymore. This place restrains everything. What's the use of struggling? Don’t worry, it won’t kill you now, and you have to wait for the last drop of blood. Before you breathe out, you can put you into the pill furnace. I heard that you are the only preacher of the pill now. Do you say that I use people as pill like this, is it ingenious to open up another world?"
People are Dan!
The whole pool of blood was used by this woman in black to refine alchemy... Before her, how many people died here? Although Zhuzi couldn't get in touch, Lin Luoran didn't feel completely desperate. The woman in black said to restrain everything here. She doesn't believe it very much. There is such a place, and it will never appear in the duny world. Everything in this world is balanced. Such a place against the sky is tens of thousands of times more perverted than beads—— But now she can still use her spiritual consciousness, and the black-clothed woman's argument is self-defeating.
The divine sense can be used, Lin Luoran's heart is more dependent, especially when he sees the Qiankun bag hanging on his waist...
The woman in black is not worried when she sees that she hasn't answered her own question for a long time. As time goes by, Lin Luoran will only get weaker and weaker, so she can't get over the waves, so why should she worry.
Scratching in the blood pool, a small jelly-like blood clot appeared in the black-clothed woman's hand and threw it in her mouth. For Chairman Ai, this kind of blood clot is a life-prolonging panacea, and for a woman in black, it is nothing more than a snack like peanuts and melon seeds.
Thinking that her own blood is also flowing into the blood pool. Perhaps there is her blood in the "spiritual pill" eaten by the woman in black. Lin Luoran is getting weaker and weaker. There is only one chance. If she can't grasp it, today I really want to die here.
When is the best time...
Lin Luoran clenched her left hand with great effort, and only a few fingers moved, and even due to this slight movement, fine beads of perspiration came out from her neck.
The black woman on the lotus platform stared at the only lotus leaf in a daze, seeming to have forgotten Lin Luoran for a while.
Opportunity is critical, moving or not?
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High mountains are often used as objects of worship for the ancients to satisfy people's spiritual sustenance.
The head of the interconnected mountains in an area was once called "Ancestral Mountain" in ancient times. In the old Jinling, Zhongshan was such a landmark.
Many, many years ago, Zhongshan Mountain was also called "Jinling Mountain." Because the Yangtze River passed through the western foothills of the mountain range, Jinling Town was facing the Yangtze River to control Huaihe River. The situation was very difficult, so the King of Chu chose Jinling Town here. He wanted to use the Yangtze River moat as a barrier to conquer the world.
The "Records of Jiankang" in the Tang Dynasty clearly recorded that the king of Chu Wei was "set up by the mountain and set up Jinling Town." Although Jinling City no longer needs to use the Yangtze River to protect the people, the status of Zhongshan seems to be different. No reduction.
The center of Zhongshan Scenic Area is located in the northeastern suburbs of Jinling City, Jiangsu Province. Its central area is the famous Chinese Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. This is the mausoleum of a prophet in modern times. The tourists are also endless.
Today happens to be Saturday, a sunny day.
The scorching sun can't resist the enthusiasm of tourists. On the steps of Zhongshan Mausoleum, there are densely packed people. This is a very ordinary summer noon, but the tourists of Zhongshan Mausoleum are destined to not forget this noon and today’s Zhongshan Mausoleum in many years.
First, there was a tourist resting on the edge of the steps, and suddenly there was a shade of darkness above their heads. It seemed that someone was holding an umbrella over their heads. The family was still wondering, but the tourists opposite them seemed to have seen a ghost. Generally, screamed.
An old grandmother, in her seventies, was brought by her children and grandchildren to feel the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. At this time, looking at the opposite side, her heart shrank when she was nervous, and she could hardly even speak.
"Sculpture..." The four or five-year-old Lori was still looking at the picture in the literacy stage, and when she saw the sculpture resembling the animal card, she clapped her hands and giggled.
Children can look at pictures and recognize objects, but they don’t know their specific size. Little Lolita’s mother is different. Hearing her daughter’s laugh, she covered her mouth and went to the crowd. After a two-step step back, I wish the eagle on the opposite side didn’t hear what her daughter said--how could there be such a big eagle in this world? Not to mention, this giant eagle gleams like gold.
"What is this? Shooting the Condor Heroes?!"
"Fart--"
"Too much nonsense, take pictures!"
The latest reaction is the young people who are not afraid of the sky. These boys wearing short pants and girls with panda eyes are using the latest and most fashionable mobile phones, and there is a "click" sound. , I don’t know how many photos of golden eagles were taken from the front side.
The tourists all woke up, took out the shooting tools, and took pictures without falling behind.
The golden eagle is good for the stone fence, because the speed is too fast, it seems to suddenly appear in people's eyes. At this time, the wings are hanging down, and they are two people high from head to toe!
No one has ever seen such a handsome golden eagle!
Is this a strange beast in the Chinese legend?
At this moment, even the younger generations who have always used Martian texts want to check the information-who will tell them what exactly is this golden eagle?
Looking at the golden eagle has been very quiet, the crowd is surging here more and more.
Xiao Jin condescendingly looked at the surging heads. This kind of human flesh with gray staleness has long been not his dish. In comparison, he prefers to eat the fruits provided by his master.
However, the master's breath disappeared here...Where is it going to find?
Xiao Jin tilted his head, revealing very confused eyes.