Tales of Herding Gods - 1856. Chapter 1785 Untitled Chapter

The third son Ling Xiao felt the terrifying murderous intent, and the power of the blasphemer in the heavens has been unpredictable. Since the death of the lord of the heavens, this woman has become a nightmare in the Miluo Palace!

The six princes of Miluo Palace had encountered her before, but they were repeatedly frustrated in the confrontation with her. Even the grand prince did not take any advantage in front of her!

This blasphemer did not want to stop him from removing Qin Mu’s child, it was more like looking for an opportunity to get rid of him!

The third son Lingxiao Dao spear is in hand, carrying the Lingxiao Hall, his foot is on the big Luotian, the Dao tree is lush, the Dao fruit forms the heavens, and he uses all means to maximize his learning and understanding!

However, Ling Tianzun’s blow made him desperate.

Ling Tianzun didn’t try to crack his moves, but used his own magical powers on his own, but his magical moves collapsed and shattered in Ling Tianzun’s magical powers.

At this moment, he finally believed that there was a gap between people.

Even if they are also the most brilliant geniuses, the gap between them may be the pearl of rice and the flower of the sun and the moon.

Just when his magical powers were broken and the peach blossoms invaded his Daluo heaven, suddenly the peach blossoms dispersed, and Ling Tianzun suddenly accepted the move when he was about to defeat or even kill him!

San Gongzi Ling Xiao regained his clarity in front of his eyes, sweating all over his body, and the Dao spear in his hand had become dilapidated, and there were mottled rust marks everywhere.

The corners of his eyes trembled violently. Although his current strength is not as good as the peak period, it is not trivial. However, facing Ling Tianzun, there is only despair!

Ling Tianzun pulled up the peach tree, the peach tree turned into a hairpin, and looked behind him cautiously.

The third son Ling Xiao turned around and saw the Miluo Palace in the Fourteenth Era.

In the Miluo Palace, a Taoist tree stands tall, with a crown like a cover, sheltering the enlightened people in Yujing City.

Under the Taoist tree, a familiar figure stood there, looking at him from a distance.

Third Young Master Ling Xiao couldn’t help but tears from his eyes, and bowed and bowed: “Teacher.”

The figure under that tree was the owner of the Miró Palace, who tried to cross people when the Great Destruction broke out at the end of the fourteenth century.

Ling Xiao still remembered that scene.

The teacher tried to save everyone, but still failed, very disappointed. He and the other enlightened people in the Mirage Palace tried every means to save sentient beings, but they were frustrated again, and it dealt a huge blow to him.

Except for the enlightened, Miró Palace can save no one.

At that time, he and the other sons were going to comfort the teacher. Despite the frustration, the master of the Miluo Palace showed a gratified smile when he saw him, and said a meaningful word to him.

The owner of Miluo Palace said that he could not save all living beings, but he saved Ling Xiao.

San Gongzi Ling Xiao didn’t understand a trace of this sentence at the time, but now he has figured it out.

It was the appearance of the teacher that shocked Ling Tianzun, the blasphemer, and this allowed him to be rescued.

It’s just that when he figured this out, three cosmic epochs had passed since the owner of the Miluo Palace rescued him.

“Teacher, don’t worry, I will inherit your ideas!”

The third son turned around and continued to chase Qin Mu: “I will never let your orthodoxy disappear, I will continue along your path! I will never let anyone corrupt your orthodoxy!”

In the thirteenth era, amidst the long chaotic river, the world is majestic and shrouded in countless rivers. The old man Wuya appeared from nowhere, sitting in a chaotic pond, taking a bath in the chaotic river.

The old man is fat, naked, and white. He is soaking in the Chaos Pool, rubbing the mud, and has a hot eye.

San Gongzi Ling Xiao’s face sank, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes, not wanting to be stained by his eyes.

“The third child of Miluo Palace, I just saw your seventh child.”

The old man Wuya rubbed the mud and laughed, “I let him go. The child in his wife’s belly is immature. I think this child will be of great use in the future, so I let him go and waited quietly. The saint boy came to the world. Why are you so persistent, must take the saint boy’s life?”

The third son was awe-inspiring, and said solemnly: “Are you the Wuya old man in the seventeenth century?”

The old man Wuya stood up from the Chaos Pool, and the third son hurriedly covered his eyes again, and said coldly, “You are a senior, pay attention to your physique!”

The old man Wuya slowly put on his clothes, and he laughed: “Clothes are just the burden of your weird lives. What’s the difference between wearing them and not wearing them? The third child of Miluo Palace, you can go back in time, I Why not? You can’t understand my way. I can go back to any cosmic era in the past. The universe is born on me, not on me. This is the world tree, this is me! The birth of the holy child is a major event. Why should I get a kick too.”

The third son waited for him to put on his clothes, then put down his hand covering his eyes, and said lightly: “You are back in the 13th era, your cultivation strength is greatly damaged, you may not be able to stop me. I think you are a senior, don’t cut you You can save face, and you can save your face.”

The old man Wuya laughed. Before his laughter fell, the third son had already killed him, not talking nonsense with him.

The two fought in the long chaotic river. After an unknown period of time, the old man Wuya suddenly fled away and disappeared without a trace. His voice came from nowhere: “Mira Palace’s third child, my injury is still unhealed, so I don’t care about you!”

The third son Ling Xiao was exhausted, and hurried forward with excitement: “Never let Lao Qi take the children to see the teacher!”

When he arrived in the Twelfth Century Universe, his pain disappeared, and the strength of his cultivation was restored to his peak state in the Twelfth Century. He swept away his previous decline and said in his heart: “Now no one is coming to stop me anymore. Bar?”

Behind him, there were only four Dao Fruits on the Dao Tree.

But his Taoist Temple is still there. As long as the Taoist Temple is there, he will still be the third son of Miluo Palace, a existence who has reached the highest achievement of Taoist magical powers!

On the long river of Chaos in the Twelfth Age, a giant was waiting for him with an axe.

San Gongzi Ling Xiao’s face changed slightly.

Giants are too easy!

This old adversary should have found his roots when Qin Mu passed by here, and asked him to come out to stop him!

“Old Qi, you are really slippery!”

The third son Ling Xiao laughed loudly.

When he climbed to the opposite bank covered with injuries and jumped into the chaotic river again, the injury disappeared again, and he chased forward with the body of the eleventh epoch.

There is one less Tao fruit on his Tao tree.

His heart gradually sinks. If Qin Mu enters the long river of destruction in the Tenth Epoch, a major event will happen. Tiandu and the Miluo Palace will continue the battle for three cosmic epochs!

If he enters the tenth era, his physical body will no longer be in its peak state.

The fierce battle between Tiandu and Miluo Palace made him haunt him for three cosmic periods.

At that time, it was difficult to keep Qin Mu.

And it was the blasphemer of Tiandu, Ling Tianzun who left him with Dao wounds!

The reason for all this was the death of the Lord of the Capital in the Seventh Age.

If Qin Mu escaped to the Sixth Age, his High Heaven Palace would disappear. At that time, he had only one Dao Fruit, and he was not Qin Mu’s opponent at all.

“In this era, you must leave the seventh in any case! Otherwise, the chances are getting slimmer!”

He rushed forward and finally caught up with the ship when the golden ship was about to land. The third son screamed and rushed towards the golden ship!

When Qin Mu saw him killing him, he immediately urged Guixu Lotus and World Tree to try to mobilize the power to destroy the Great Tribulation, but the chaotic river couldn’t make waves!

“Oops!”

His heart shook slightly, and he immediately flew up, kicked it out, and kicked it on the stern of the golden ship. The golden ship slammed forward into the chaotic fog.

“The third child, others have always blocked you before.”

Qin Mu’s feet landed on the lotus platform of Guixu, mobilizing all his strength, Hongmeng vitality and talisman culture made great roads, turned into a chaos sword in his hands, arrogant, and flicked his sword: “Now it’s my turn to stop you!”

The third son lifted his gun, the tip of the gun fell behind him, and plunged into the long chaotic river. His footsteps were getting faster and faster. The tip of the gun cut open the surface of the long chaotic river, turning into two big waves and flew to both sides.

The light in his Palace of the High Heavens was like a cloud, and it became stronger and stronger.

“Nanxiang, the wife who killed the seventh son!” His voice came.

On the golden boat, Nanxiang Yuanjun heard his voice and hesitated.

Ling Yuxiu sneered and said, “Sister Nanxiang doesn’t want to offend the third son, nor does it want to offend the uncle. You can pretend that you haven’t heard.”

Nan Xiang Yuanjun heard the words and said with a smile: “Madam is a wonderful person, it’s no wonder that the seventh son will marry his wife.”

She simply pretended not to hear Young Master Ling Xiao’s words, talking and laughing with Ling Yuxiu.

boom!

The young master Ling Xiao and the young master Qin Mu collided on the long river, and the rising waves rushed to catch up with the golden ship and hit the stern, making the golden ship faster.

“Isn’t Madam worried about Qi Gongzi?” Nan Xiang looked up at her bulging belly and asked curiously.

Ling Yuxiu smiled and said: “Why should you worry? My son is the seventh son of Miluo Palace. Since he is the seventh son, then it is impossible for him to die here, otherwise how to become the seventh son?”

Nan Xiang couldn’t help saying: “The third son doesn’t need to kill the seventh son. He only needs to knock the seventh son down the chaotic river and let the seventh son return to the tenth era. At that time, without the protection of the seventh son, the lady would be in danger. NS.”

“In that case, it is not our mother and son who are at risk, but the third son.” Ling Yuxiu smiled slightly.

Nanxiang puzzled.

At this moment, the golden ship of crossing the world left the Long River of Chaos of the Tenth Period, entered the Long River of the Ninth Period, and sailed into the boundless chaos.

“My son is not the seventh son now, he is now Mu Tianzun. When he is knocked down into the past universe, he will become enlightened and become the seventh son.”

Ling Yuxiu explained: “After enlightenment, the foreign son will definitely be stronger than all the sons. It definitely makes the third son feel the existence of fear. If I were the third son, I would never give him this time. Chance of enlightenment!”

Nanxiang fought a cold war and looked back, but couldn’t see the battle in the Tenth Epoch, and even the fluctuations of supernatural powers could not be transmitted here.

Soon, behind the golden ship of the world, an unusually strong breath suddenly came. Nan Xiang’s face changed slightly, without thinking about it, she guarded Ling Yuxiu behind her, looked back nervously, and said in a low voice, “Madam, you go into the golden palace and hide first!”

Behind the golden ship, the chaotic air surged, and a tall figure was looming, approaching the golden ship.

Ling Yuxiu breathed a sigh of relief suddenly, and did not hide in the golden palace.

I saw that figure coming from the heavy chaotic fog, it was Qin Mu, bloody, with wounds everywhere, carrying a Chaos Sword in his hand, murderous.

Behind him, the Guixu Lotus Terrace and the World Tree were also in dire dread. Obviously, the battle on the river in the Tenth Epoch was extremely tragic!

He caught up with the golden ship, but the murderous aura exuded was still extremely strong, without any relaxation!

call!

The chaotic river split open, and the third son Ling Xiao was wounded all over, stepping out of the river step by step!

ps: Time ~ decayed everything, the village’s first handsome, happy birthday to the two leaders!

Zhaizhu went out without a laptop power supply, and the computer is out of power. This chapter uses mobile phone code words, pure hands! Tears rush~~