I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

"You still have a face to beg me for mercy?" An Bulang said coldly, "If it weren't for my strength, I would now be absorbed into souls and turned into stones, and the tragic person in the end would be me..."

"Ooo, ooo ...... Please, it hurts, it really hurts my eyes were burned ...... I no longer afraid, you spare me, I can promise you anything." Green Kwai sobbed, crying Covering her eyes tightly, her torso curled up like shrimps on the ground, as if she was a poor girl after being bullied and tortured.

　　An Bulang is completely indifferent to this.

　　 Green sunflower's eyes should also be a kind of supernatural power, burn resistant.

　　After burning her eyes, and then burning her whole body, the speed should be much faster.

　　 Or, can he use the glazed sun on the green sunflower again, both ways?

　　An Bulang was lost in contemplation.

　　 "I was wrong, I have important information, I will use the information to exchange a life with you!" Lukui found that An Bulang did not birdie her for mercy, panicked, and said anxiously again.

　　 "You first talk about what kind of intelligence, if I am satisfied with the value of intelligence, then I will spare you." An Bulang said with interest.

Lukui knew that he was not qualified to bargain, and immediately said: "I have a way to help you open the door of the most mysterious avenue, Formation Avenue. As long as you portray a formation in front of the White King Statue, the White King Statue can help you. Open it!"

　　An Bu Lang: "?????"

　　Isn’t the gate of Zhenfa Avenue already blown up?

　　Return the white king statue to help me open it, it is all broken into scum...

　　An Bulang didn't speak, and felt a little boring.

Lükui’s expected reaction to An Bulang didn’t appear, and the other party was too lazy to ask what formation was, which made the girl panicked again: “You... don’t underestimate Formation Avenue, if you can go in, you You will get the most proud heritage of the White King, the heritage of the formation!"

　　An Bulang's face doesn't change color, even a little bit wants to turn around and leave.

　　 "And... it was the White King who taught you personally!" Lvkui went out and shouted loudly.

　　An Bulang's face finally changed: "The White King taught himself? Isn't he already dead?"

　　 "Ahhhh... it hurts, it hurts..." Lvkui screamed.

　　An Bulang understood her suggestion, her twin pupils flashed, and the flame burning the young pupils of the girl disappeared.

　　 The terrible flame finally disappeared.

　　 The girl was paralyzed on the ground, her dress was soaked in sweat, she clung to the slender and slender white body, her green hair was scattered and messy, her hands were still covering her eyes and she kept breathing.

　　 is not anxious or anxious, admiring the beautiful posture of the girl lying on the floor, waiting for the other party to relax.

It took a while for Lükui's cries of pain to subside, and her slender hands gradually moved away from her eyes. The original beautiful eyes are now not much of a problem, but her eyes are covered with bloodshot eyes, a little godless, and there are still tears That's it.

　　 "Ah... your eyes are bleeding, I'll blow it for you?" An Bulang said softly.

　　 "No! Don't..." Lukui trembles like a conditioned reflex, her head shaking like a rattle, and looks at An Bulang's gaze with horror.

　　 "Really, it is clear that you first thought of killing me as if I were the villain." An Bulang saw the girl's violent reaction and was speechless for a while.

"Obviously you... Obviously you smashed my toy first..." Lu Kui bit his lower lip and grieved, "Others take the Gong Dadao, it is just a puppet of defeating the blockade. But you, one The fist hit my puppets and even the parts were broken. How can I fix it? Those are my hard work... My puppets are all scum, what should I do with the Gongfu Avenue? I don’t kill who you kill? "

　　The more Lukui said, the redder his eyes were, and he looked at An Bulang very resentfully.

　　An Bulang just recovered a little, nodded and said, "Yes, I just started to do it a little bit harder, mainly because the puppets are too brittle, like cookies, this is not to blame me..."

　　 Boom!

　　Lvkui seems to have been split by thunder and solidified in place.

　　 "I...my puppet is as crisp as a cookie?"

　　Not only did the girl suffer a serious blow to her body, she also severely damaged her soul.

　　She really wanted to refute An Bulang's words, but recalling the scene where An Bulang punched a puppet into scum before, she had to admit that her practice puppet was a waste.

"Okay, these are not important, tell me about the White King." An Bulang looked at the white girl lying on the ground and smiled. "Isn't the White King dead? How did he personally teach the formation?" ?"

The girl felt the dangerous eyes of An Bulang and dared not to struggle. She had to explain: "The formation is the White King's most proud skill, so he arranged his main burial chamber in the formation. The usual visit to the White King statue Monks, there is only a small probability that they will open the gates of Formation Avenue and let them look for opportunities... And what teaches them to form is a ray of remnant soul left after the death of the White King, which has no attack power and will not hurt you."

　　 Hearing the keyword eye of remnant soul, An Bulang will understand.

　　 No wonder no monks are required to pay homage and merit.

　　 It turns out that his purpose is this...

　　 Resurrect and resurrect with ghost repair!

　　 "Oh, interesting, a person who didn't die, but built a tomb."

　　 "No wonder I always wanted me to bye, the original reason was because of this..."

　　If the other party really walks with a ghost, then the current White King is still not what Luku said, without any offensive power, it is not easy to say.

The end of the 　　 formation method is still unknown to An Bulang!

"All I know is this. As long as you set your heart and vow to let me go, I will be able to reveal to you the formation that was in front of the statue, giving you the opportunity to enter the formation avenue!" Lu Kui said suddenly .

　　 "All the doors of Formation Avenue were bombed by me, formation is not necessary." An Bulang waved his hand.

　　 "What?" Lvkui didn't understand if she felt safe.

　　 "However, your information is of some value. I am not a waver or a hard-working person..."

　　 "So, did you decide to let me go?"

　　The eyes of the green sunflower light up rare, and the bloodshot eyes are pale.

　　 "Well, I'm very kind, but before letting you go, I need to do a few things..." An Bulang smiled and approached Lukui with a shadow over the girl in a white dress.

　　Lvkui looked nervous and frightened, hugging his delicate body with arms, trembling: "You... what are you going to do?"

"Do not……"

　　 "No!"

　　 The voice of the girl echoed in the tomb.

　　 After half a quarter of an hour.

　　The girl leaned against the wall, covering her chest, and looked at the teenager in front of her eyes with a complex look.

　　 "Right, there is one more thing, what was the realm of Bai Wang during his lifetime?"

　　 "Shenhai Peak!"

Facing An Bulang's surprised look, Lukui knew what the other person was thinking and explained: "The White King has been living in all directions and is famous for the Bailing Empire. Don't look at me as such a weak scum because of his powerful followers. All that fell in that battle, I and the other three were just more peripheral followers..."

　　An Bulang nodded slightly, expressing understanding.

　　 All the powerful ones follow the White King, and the weak chickens keep their families here.

　　 But they are also loyal, and can stay so long in this boring place where the bird does not shit.

　　 "Yes, I let you go..." An Bulang turned around and left.

　　However, when he walked to the practice channel, he found that the girl in white dress followed him step by step...

　　 "What are you doing?" An Bulang turned to curiosity.

Lvkui flattened her mouth and said: "My puppets have been smashed by you, and even the parts can't be repaired. This avenue of practising is a waste, and it doesn't make any sense to stay here again... …"

　　 An Bulang looks a little trance, right, smashing the other party's trial tools, how to do this trial? Faced with a new breed of unemployment, An Bulang felt he should stand up.

　　 "Green sunflower, isn't the puppet of Gongfa Avenue gone? Is this the point?"

　　Lvkui opened his red eyes and said, "Isn't this the point?"

　　 "If you think about it, someone enters your Gong Dao Avenue, what is the picture?"

　　 "Pictured...is my skill..."

　　 "That's right, do you have exercises?"

"I have got……"

　　 "So, you have mastered the core thing of Gongfa Avenue, this thing, you haven't lost it!" An Bulang turned to look at the white dress girl, his eyes sincerely said.

　　 seemed to be infected by An Bulang's expression and words, and the girl's look changed, but hesitated: "But...I have nothing to test the grave-breaker..."

　　An Bulang waved his hand with a big wave: "If you don't have it, just create it. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is more difficult than difficult!"

　　 "Again, it's really not possible. Without materials, you can shoot them yourself. You yourself are the most powerful trial. The difficulty can be controlled as you like. How cool is it?"

　　 "As long as any monk's strength is passable, and then meet your eyes, you can declare him to pass the trial, so that you can avoid passing the exercises to people you hate..."

　　 Immediately afterwards, An Bulang gave a 10-minute psychological counseling to Lukui.

　　 Special skill, and the effect is very outstanding.

　　 The girl in a white dress suddenly realized that she had come back to her work with great enthusiasm, and she once again returned to her work with full of energy. She also held a Xuan-level eye-filling pill, a farewell gift given by An Bulang.

　　 "Don't wave Taoist friends, goodbye!" Lvkui waved his hand at the white dress, and looked down.

　　 The teenager didn’t need any exercises, but gave her a panacea and encouraged her to inspire her to regain her motivation and hope for her work. Is this friendship a benefit or a responsibility?

　　 The woman's heart is inexplicably touched a little more...

　　 "He... is not as hateful as it shows..."

　　Lvkui looked at the leaving boy, his eyes were still hot, but his heart was warm.

　　I don't know why, she has a vague hope in her heart, looking forward to meeting the teenager again.

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