I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

"That stupid cow is dead again."

"You die, you can be resurrected anyway, but it won't be the godhead anymore."

"Actually, I hate him as a god, he is arrogant, self-righteous, and his strength is also very embarrassing."

"Indeed, I hope that after ten thousand years, the birth of this stupid cow will make people feel more pleasing to the eye."

"What about now? Do you want to send troops to Wutong Prefecture?"

"Now? But what should they do if they can't stand it? Wouldn't it be boring?"

"It's true that if they can't stand it, it's really boring. We finally resurrected. If they just die like this, it would be too disappointing."

"What should I do? Wait for that Jiang Lin to grow up? But I can't help but want to crush that Jiang Lin."

In the courtyard of the gods, a hundred gods stood together, discussing the current situation in the lower realm.

For these gods, the slaves seem to be a certainty, and it seems that no other accidents will happen at all.

They even felt that the Ten Thousand Clan was too weak, so that they could not recognize any interest, and it was simply boring.

If it is the only thing they are interested in, it is Jiang Feng's reincarnation-Jiang Lin's existence!

For these gods, if Jiang Feng can survive, he must be alive.

Only in this way can they allow Jiang Feng to experience endless pain and make Jiang Feng really worse than death!

And at the forefront of the gods, above the throne of the highest rank of the gods, a little girl was holding her chin, yawning, and looking at these gods boredly.

In fact, the appearance of this human cub is not the true appearance of the **** king, in fact the original appearance of the **** king is the long-legged royal sister.

The reason why the **** king will appear as a human cub is only because the **** king's spiritual power is not enough!

When the divine power of the **** king is insufficient, it is the appearance of a little girl.

Now, after the resurrection of the **** king, the laws of the world regarding the gods are gradually filling up. Although the strength of the **** king has not reached the peak level, the difference is not much.

But this **** king seemed to like his current appearance, and didn't want to change back for a while.

"Okay." The **** king slowly spoke, and the sound of the law slowly spread in the court, and all the gods became quiet when they heard the voice of the **** king.

"Send troops to Wutong Prefecture."

The King of God glanced at everyone.

"When the ten thousand races rebelled against us, the situation of the ten thousand races was much worse than it is now. There are not even a few monks. Now, if they still lose, it is only natural to be slaved by us."

"Yes!" the gods replied.

"These ten thousand races are indeed ridiculous." As he said, the king shook his head, and his little cherry pink mouth was slightly raised. I started internal strife and struggled for tens of thousands of years."

As he said, a bright color flashed in the eyes of the **** king, and his expression gradually became joking: "After you conquer each land, tell the ants that if you can obey us, they will be the managers of the lower realms in the future, enjoying endless resources. And wealth."

"Sister, sister, this is..." A man understood what the **** king meant.

"That's right." The **** king hooked his white and tender feet, gently holding the spear in front of him, "Don't they like to kill each other? Isn't it called the one-minded one? I want to see how they are. Can be one mind!"

......

In Sun Moon Sect of Wutong Prefecture, Jiang Lin walked on this familiar road.

To be honest, it has been twenty years since Jiang Lin passed through to the present.

But twenty years is indeed a long time, enough for a person to rise from a little kid who knows nothing to thirty.

However, for the monk, perhaps it was just a blink of an eye.

And in the blink of an eye, Jiang Lin spent twenty years in the fairyland, where the immortal and martial arts combined, and experienced a series of things that other monks would not encounter for thousands of years.

And not surprisingly, in three years, his first child will be born in the world.

Su Su said it was a girl.

Jiang Lin is even happier, because this is one step closer to giving birth to a daughter of a football team.

"You are here..."

After crossing the woods and stepping across the ten-mile long slope, Jiang Lin once again came to the place he once came.

Just as it was more than ten years ago, the familiar voice still came out, and it was still the same problem ten years ago.

"I'm coming."

Jiang Lin looked forward.

A breeze blew by, blowing Jiang Lin's hair, twirling the hem of Jiang Lin's clothes.

"Why are you here?"

"Come for myself."

"You?"

A man in white appeared in front of Jiang Lin.

I saw this Baiyi man looking up at the sky, holding the scabbard in his left hand and twisting flowers in his right hand.

"You? Who are you? Who am I? Whose world is this world?" Then, the white-clothed man turned his head and looked at Jiang Lin.

"Jiang Lin, look at this wind, is this wind moving, or is the cloud moving?"

"Senior, I'm just here to stroll around..." Jiang Lin frowned.

"Oh?"

The man in white just smiled, and the next moment, the man in white disappeared.

When the white-clothed man appeared again, the long sword in the white-clothed man's hand had already swung towards Jiang Lin. At the same time, Jiang Lin's Hengjian blocked it!

"Horse!"

Two swords collide! The strong sword energy swept away! The woods were blown by the sword-qi violent wind, and the trees were smoothly cut open, and they went down to the front!

The white-clothed man turned to his sword again, his sword spirit quickly rose, and Jiang Lin also collided with his sword!

Over the deserted suburb of Sunyuejiao, the white clouds were cut to pieces by roads and scattered, wandering in the air, within a hundred meters between the two, all the trees were riddled with holes.

Even the rocks are cut like tofu.

After half a stick of incense, the white-clothed man took the sword, and Jiang Lin also took the sword.

"Yes, it deserves to be the reincarnation of the general. No matter how many lifetimes he has experienced, his kendo talent is still so amazing."

Looking at Jiang Lin~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the white-clothed man, Shilipo Sword God also nodded, with a touch of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Senior is." Jiang Lin shook his hand, his mouth was a little numb, "I thought Senior's realm was astonishingly high, but I didn't expect that Senior was already in the ascension realm."

"It's useless." The white-clothed man shook his head, "It's just that the sword spirit is a little higher."

With a light sigh, the white-clothed man subconsciously touched the old sword spike on the long sword: "Jiang Lin, I have nothing to teach you."

"Today, the juniors didn't come to the seniors to learn swords."

"Are you asking me out of the mountain?"

"If you can't get out of the mountain, it's Senior's own decision."

"Oh? What are you?"

"The junior came this time and wanted to ask about Jiang Feng..."