Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 198: Beating the gods and flogging the false saints
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The broken jade steps collapsed in the desert and were soon buried by yellow sand. It was originally sacred and noble, but at this time it was just a pile of broken jade.
The stars in the sky are shining. I don’t know if it is Lin Luoran’s illusion, or because of the aftermath of the "road to the sky" that existed a moment ago. She always feels that tonight’s starry space is shining brightly, too bright Look straight.
But what remains at hand is how to regain Baojia's body.
The molten lava rolled, the fire beast neighed, and the saint who had been ignoring Lin Luoran and others, finally furious. No one knows how many years she waited to open the way to heaven. The jade steps have fallen tonight. She wants to leave here, perhaps for the next thousand years!
But in the eyes of the mad Taoist, perhaps the saint will not be a thousand years away.
They reached a consensus at this moment—to put each other to death.
This is not a battle that Lin Luoran can intervene in. She was very self-aware during the foundation period. Now that she has guessed that the saint may have been a legendary drought before, she has also seen her ability to command molten lava, Lin Luo Of course, he can only lurch like a thief, waiting for the critical moment, and can help the mad Taoist to regain Bao Jia's body!
Molten, there is lava everywhere... The mad Taoist is still the same, clapping hands and stomping feet from time to time, talking nonsense without beginning and end, and making no counterattack at all.
Lin Luoran worried secretly, and inevitably wondered disrespectfully whether he was really crazy after all these years.
The four-hoofed fire beast made waves of thunder. In the molten sky, finally made the mad Taoist move. The dirty cloth strip was thrown out, entangled Kui Niu’s unicorn, Lin Luo Ran almost fell off the flying sword.
The dirty cloth strip is too coquettish. I have been robbing the camera tonight.
But it is a rag after all, can it be used to deal with this which does not seem to be very powerful, and how can it be said that it is also the Kui Niu of the ancient beast?
Obviously, Lin Luoran was not the only one who suspected, and the saint showed a contemptuous and cruel smile. The mad Taoist was entangled by Kui Niu, and with a wave of her hand, the lava poured towards the mad Taoist.
Kui Niu kept struggling, and the cloth strips were not broken for a while, one person and one beast stalemate, and the madman is inevitable. The lava overturned from the top of his head in an instant, Lin Luoran was a little worried. The mad Taoist is the cultivation base of the pill formation period, and even she and Wen Guanjing can resist the lava for a while, is it possible that the mad Taoist is not prepared?
Amidst the saint’s laughter and Lin Luoran’s worries, the lava finally fell to the ground, revealing a madman who looked a little tired. It was the Kui Niu that dropped his jaw shockingly, still struggling, but it was indeed entangled by the rag strips.
There was a thunderous thunder, Kui Niu obviously could not accept this fact. It melted into its body in the molten slurry, and its body suddenly rose to the height of a building. Not to mention the mad Taoist, it means that all the people present add up, after transforming. In front of Kui Niu, there was also the difference between a hill and a mound.
The huge unicorn is wrapped in a dirty and torn cloth strip, because the disparity in size is stretched and stretched, making it even more shaky... But it just keeps going. This scene is very funny and makes people Can't laugh.
Lin Luoran couldn't help but let out a cry, it was because the shock brought by the rags was so great that she couldn't calmly hold on to herself.
The saint finally began to form the cloth strip.
It's abnormally dirty, smelly, and has no spiritual power. This is the answer that the saint came out after taking a look. The problem is that when such a rag strip entangles Kui Niu, the saint can't despise it.
The Kui Niu exposing the body, the airflow from the nose is extremely hot, and its leather is made of drums that can spread for hundreds of miles, bringing morale to the Yellow Emperor’s troops, so the small molten slurry naturally cannot bring about the appearance. s damage. But it is now twisted under a rag belt, which is ridiculous to think about it.
Perhaps because this scene was too weird, Lin Luoran, including the saint herself, ignored that when the lava was poured on the mad Taoist, there was no flash of spiritual power, and he was intact. Standing in the tumbling molten slurry.
The crimson molten lava rolled, because the light was too bright, and the stains on the mad Taoist's blue robe became more conspicuous, and it really didn't exist at all.
He had already restrained Kui Niu, but when he knew that, the mad Taoist went crazy again-he drew off the cloth strip, Kui Niu did not react to the escape from the sky at first, and soon became angry. , To avenge the previous bondage.
Kui Niu's unicorn was shining and stiff, and he was about to poke on the mad Taoist. The mad Taoist raised his right hand holding the cloth strip. It is no longer a binding, but a "whipping" action. The moment the lunatic Taoist lifted the cloth strip, his whole temperament changed drastically, he was not mad or stupid. The solemnity of this moment could even make people ignore his oiliness. Tao robe.
"Papa--" The cloth strips hit Kui Niu.
The first time Kui Niu stopped, and the saint also stopped. The former is immobile, and the latter finds this scene somewhat familiar.
"Papa--" The second time I beat Kui Niu, the cloth strips also made a cracking sound. Although it was still dirty and smelly, no one could take it lightly.
Because Kui Niu quickly became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye during these three beatings.
"Happiness!"
The mad Taoist pumped several times, and Kui Niu’s enlarged body became smaller and then smaller. Not only that, Kui Niu’s spirit seemed to have been beaten away by this cloth, and it seemed that he no longer had the previous arrogance, changed It's wilting.
Lin Luoran very much hopes that the mad Taoist will smoke it a few more times to completely solve this ancient beast.
The saint screamed, her shrill voice almost pierced Lin Luoran's eardrums.
"Fighting the whip...How can the whip be in the hands of a trainer, who are you!"
The mad Taoist ignored her at all, and continued to pump a few times. Kui Niu became smaller, the size of a rabbit in the underground world, and no longer had the previous power.
Lin Luoran stared at the rags of the mad Taoist and swallowed his saliva.
Under the dirty appearance, there is an unimaginable power, and the saint calls it "the whip."
What kind of existence can be called a "god"? There may be an exaggeration in this, but this rag, although it is not in good shape, is obviously much higher than Li Xier's fishing line magic weapon called "Tie Xiansheng".
At least Lin Luoran noticed sharply that the face of the saint had changed.
In addition to anger, there is more solemnity.
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The saint with long hair is floating in the air, with molten lava under her feet, yellow sand in the distance, rolling sand dunes, and a bright starry sky in the background. Looking from a distance like this, the saint really has the unreal feeling of two divine beings.
However, a mad Taoist holding a rag-like "slashing whip", a few whips to beat Kui Niu with a few whips, and even more suspected of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Lin Luoran felt that this ancestor of Baojia was all over his body. With the halo of the protagonist of the wretched current hegemony.
After the saint dignified, she turned to sneer: "You almost deceived the past... The former saint of Japan once saw the scourge destroyed by the gods, how could she appear in the hands of a gas trainer?"
The saint is sure in her heart that Kui Niu must have been asleep for so many years before it has become useless. The weather has not changed tonight. If this stinky trainer is dismissed, it may not be impossible to rebuild the ladder.
The mad Taoist laughed loudly: "What about true or false? It is more than enough to whip you, a false saint!"
Fighting the **** whip, whipping the false saint? !
Lin Luoran gave a compliment in her heart, even though her cultivation level is not high, she is proud of her right now.
It's just a false saint, why can't she fight a battle? Putting the little green fox and the unconscious Wen Guanjing far away on the safe sand dunes, Lin Luoran's sword joined the battle.
The saint raised her eyebrows, and the feeling at that moment really looked like Baoga.
"The saint is actually quite curious. With your cultivation base, where did the courage come from..." As she spoke, a mental stab raided, Lin Luoran almost got the pain from Feijian even though she was prepared. Up and down.
She turned pale and said stubbornly: "Get out of my friend's body, or I will swear to death with you."
Swearing to death, the seriousness of this word made the saint finally move her eyes and form Lin Luoran for the first time. With her cultivation base, this kind of mental power is also very good, but it is a pity that she lacks proper use.
Flying sword is not bad. It should be the handwriting of a high-level cultivation master. Although it is a native of the poor galaxy, the saint has to admit that the cultivation civilization of China has developed to the point where it is daunting.
Fortunately, all of this has been destroyed...I think the female sister in front of me has a low cultivation level. Even if she has a good weapon, she can't take advantage of it. What makes the saint's jealous is the "slashing whip" in the hands of the mad Taoist.
No one knows better than her how powerful the real whip is, especially for their advanced race. Fortunately, the magic whip in the hands of the mad Taoist is not true!
Damn it, how come the smelt doesn't work on this madman?
The saint realized that the Mad Taoist was safe and sound, and a bad feeling came up in her mind.
It was the trick "Ruixue", with the elegance of snowflakes. Where Zhaojian went, the white snow collided fiercely with the molten lava, and the nasty heat swept away. Snow began to drift in mid-air. Although the saint was right Lin Luoran's cultivation base sneered, but the current body couldn't withstand the flying sword blow.
She looked at the murderous white sword body with a mocking expression. These earth monks have always been so hypocritical. While saying that it is a friend's body and must be retaken, she is merciless with the most powerful sword. Deal with this body...
The saint sneered, and she simply didn't avoid standing in the air. This body was a big deal for her.
The sword light was cold, Lin Luoran shook his wrist, Zhao Jian brushed the saint’s cheek, adding a small piece of snowflakes to her eyebrows.
Is it still in the end?
When the saint moves her finger, she can’t bear to fight, there is only death!
She had ten fingers like a hook, and she wanted to tear Lin Luoran into pieces with her finger strength alone... A fluttering strip of cloth flew over and hit her back. The saint staggered, almost falling into the molten slurry.
In a hurry, she saw a smile in the eyes of the hateful female trainer. This whip almost pulled her away from this body-damn it, this is a real whip!
The saint suspected that this was a well-prepared trap. Wherever the mad Taoist cared about her mind, she held the cloth strip and beat it again:
"Fighting the scourge, hitting you, a false saint, is still the point!"