Mythological Native Species

"That's it! I don't have to care about what happened today. If you can kill Yuan Chonghuan, I can tell you what the clues are about the remaining half of the scriptures." The voice of Emperor Chongzhen came again. , but the feeling of being locked in is still there.

Feng Linwen sneered when he heard the words.

clue?

nonexistent!

Overcoming many obstacles, then killing Yuan Chonghuan, under the pursuit of his subordinates, fleeing all the way back to the capital, and then being betrayed by this Chongzhen Emperor again?

I know all the tricks! Old shit!

With such an inference, it cannot be said that Feng Linwen was persecuted and delusional.

This is basically a fish-walking routine of Yinhai Zhenren.

For anglers who can fish, when they encounter a big fish, they usually release the line first, instead of quickly reeling. After dragging the big fish to run in the water, after exhausting the fish, he caught it in one go and threw it into the bucket. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

The real person drinking the sea should use a similar method.

Half of the true work is bait, from Yuan Chonghuan to Emperor Chongzhen... and maybe even spread to people such as Li Zicheng, Huang Taiji, Zhang Xianzhong... and others, all of which are the direction of walking fish.

By the time Feng Linxen had used all his strengths and tried his best, he was already full of flaws. The real Yinhai only needs to use a little tricks to find a character who restrains Feng Linye, and then he can achieve his goal and use this world as a game to consume Feng Linye to death.

"When things are difficult, you must be bold, and it is appropriate not to be careless."

There was a long wind, and the cold weather fell, blowing into the capital.

The swirling snow, mixed with hail, fell in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it was necessary to wrap some in silver.

Feng Linwan stood in the underground palace, talking nonsense, and felt that the killing intent around him was getting heavier and heavier. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

When the words came to an end, when there was nothing to say, Feng Linhan suddenly said: "It's cold, Your Majesty, pay attention to your body!"

The next moment, murderous intent overflowed.

The organs densely covered in the underground palace, all opened, all shot towards Feng Linye overwhelmingly.

As usual, Feng Linwen activated the golden body of magic defense, preventing all the curses and spell damage that came first.

But then there was a rain of arrows like locusts, sharp swords, rolling boulders... These were not purely magic attacks, but had the characteristics of physical attacks.

This time, Feng Linxun did not find where Emperor Chongzhen was, so naturally he couldn't close the distance quickly and then defeat the enemy with one move.

So...the strength is unrivaled!

The sword in his hand is like an axe.

A sword slashed out, as if breaking mountains and rivers. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

The first sword of the Nine Forms of Fusheng... Jian Duanfu gave birth to a dream.

Yes, theoretically... subject to oaths and constraints, Feng Linchen cannot practice the Nine Forms of Floating Life.

But don't forget, Feng Linye is wearing a vest!

Murong Cheng's character, the first skill... is the first form of the nine forms of floating life.

Sinren Yuan and his party, Feng Linxen bewitched so many prisoners, this skill has been unlocked long ago.

With such a sword, the sword seemed to open the gate of heaven.

The underground palace cracked open, and the earth shook as if it was about to fall.

The supernatural powers combined with the power of the first sword of the Floating Nine Styles are indeed not to be underestimated.

In fact, there are many unique skills that Feng Lin can choose from, why did he choose to unlock the nine styles of Floating Life?

The reason is simple...safe! &1t;i>&1t;/i>

This is one of the few powerful sword tricks that Feng Linxen knew of its strengths, had enough learning and reference goals, and was not afraid of the impact of memory. Because the ancestor of Fushan had been reincarnated as Cangzhuzi, and because the remaining practitioners of the Nine Forms of Floating Life were only Bai Xiaotian and Cangzhuzi at that time.

If Feng Linxen obtained it and read it, it is very likely that it was just the fragmentary memories of the ancestors of Fushan in the past, scattered in time and space, and would not contain any subjective consciousness.

"Nine types of floating life?"

"You broke your oath!" Above the sky, the dark clouds roared, condensing into a terrifying big face.

In the world, a large number of people, objects and scenery are in ruins and disappearing.

When there is an external force forcibly stimulated, the drunk person will also wake up from the dream and return to 'normal'.

Apparently, Feng Linxuan used the Nine Forms of Floating Life, which stimulated Yinhai Zhenren. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

Now... Feng Linwen himself has given the handle to Yinhai Zhenren, and he no longer has to use the illusion in Zuiyang Tower to harm Feng Linwen, and even arouses the suspicion of many bosses in the Holy Land of Fushan. As long as he told the Holy Master of Fushan that Feng Linwen broke his promise and practiced the Nine Swords of Floating Life, Feng Linwen would naturally be punished.

But Feng Linwan's face clearly had a smug smile on his face, and the smile was so bright.

"You're right...but I'm drunk!" Feng Linwan said with a big laugh.

"When people are drunk, they can do things they can't do normally, and do things they can't do normally. I'm drunk in the world, and the world is also drunk on me. There are nine types of vows that cannot be repaired. In this drunk world, how can Can you take it seriously?" Feng Linxuan pointed at the huge and angry face in the sky, and smiled happily.

All the obedience, resistance, and pretentious cleverness are all for the purpose of numbing this person. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

Focusing on the front, you will always be just a chess piece, your eyes will jump out of the Three Realms, and your thinking will not be in the Five Elements.

A trip to the Drunken Sun Tower.

On the surface, it is to find true power in the illusion.

It seems that everyone is covered by this surface.

It is nothing more than finding a way to break the illusion, dig out the truth, and obtain the true power.

But Feng Linwen broke this pattern, and he saw the essence clearly.

This is a game between him and the real person Yinhai.

From the beginning ~www.novelmt.com~ he has been at a disadvantage.

It was like a bad game of chess, when Feng Linwen entered the game, it was extremely disadvantageous.

"Destroy one piece of yourself, put it to death and then live... This kind of truth, but there are big guys who have taught me since I was a child with unparalleled articles!" Feng Linwen said something that Yinhai Zhenren couldn't understand.

As for Yinhai Zhenren, he was furious at this time, but he suddenly realized that he lost...!

This game is completely lost!

He took the initiative to intervene and destroyed Feng Linxun's 'opportunity'.

This is tantamount to violating the orders of the Lord of Fushan.

If he is the real person who drinks the sea and is a real immortal, then even if he hits the face of the Holy Master of Fushan, there is still room for manoeuvre.

But... he's just a spirit platform, no matter how he puts gold on his face and says he's a half-immortal... he's still just a spirit platform.

As far as the true immortals are concerned, under the true immortals, they are full of ants.

"Good! What a Murong Cheng! What a drunk and broke an oath, what a deliberate but unintentional one." Yinhai Zhenren was furious.

And the world in front of Feng Lin's eyes was completely cracked, and all converged away.

The burning candle, the dim attic, and the old man with his head half-black and half-white appeared in front of Feng Linye with an angry look on his face.

"You lost! The master of the pulse! You lost!" Hitting someone is not a slap in the face, but... the relationship could no longer be eased, so Feng Linxen chose to be **** the front and vent his anger.

Yin Haizhen was full of anger, his robes were bulging high, and his head flew like a steel needle.

But soon, his anger was subdued again.

"True merit cannot be passed on lightly. I can teach you the true core of a thousand cups of drunkenness and incomprehension of floating life, and even help you get started. But...you must be the new master of the Drunken Yang lineage in the Holy Land of Fushan Mountain!"

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