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Too much lawlessness.

This little devil is simply a few moments of arrogance.

For thirty-three days, the Tianyu Emperors, in their eyes, are actually unclear?

The main body of Yangquan was almost vomited by Xin Lin.

"You, you, the devil, look up and have a god. What Kunlun female emperor, what robes, that gimmick is just a chance to coincide with the mask of the female emperor."

The owner of Yangquan has begun to regret that Xinlin has come in.

This little devil, if you say a few more words, don't directly lead to the punishment of the day, the mouth is poisonous, too tempting.

The existence of the Kunlun female emperor, even in thirty-three days, is extremely taboo.

The Kunlun Tianmai disappeared, and almost all of the inheritance of the 33rd day was derived from the Kunlun Tianmai.

Counting, the original thirty-three days of Emperor, are only the subordinates of the female emperor.

If Ye Lingyue inherits the clothing of the female emperor, she is the owner of the emperor.

Those emperors who saw Ye Lingyue had to kneel down and respectfully called the master.

This is a big hat, but also a threat to the big.

Even if a little leaked, it is enough to make Ye Lingyue robbed.

"So at the beginning, you didn't dare tell the truth about the truth."

Xin Lin snorted coldly, and it was very disdainful for the practice of this kind of bag.

The origin of the ancient

He was obscured and did not dare to tell Ye Lingyue.

He was only afraid that after Ye Lingyue knew the true origin of the Kunlun female fairy, he would expand his ambition and make a move far beyond her strength.

Although he also knows, Ye Lingyue's character is very cautious.

But in the face of ambition, human nature is unpredictable.

However, this time the Dark Death Star is difficult, but the Yangquan Temple Lord has changed Ye Lingyue.

In the face of life and death, those who are fearless, how can they lose their nature because of their ambitions.

Unfortunately, all this is already too late.

People are dead and everything is empty.

What's more, in the view of the Yangquan Temple, Ye Lingyue can only be regarded as a part of the female emperor.

Other chaotic beads have long since disappeared.

Otherwise, why haven't there been new Chaos Dzi Beads for hundreds of thousands of years?

Even if there is, it is rumored that those Dzi Beads are also in the hands of some immortals, and outsiders simply can't get involved.

"And slow, why do you know so much? The Kunlun female fairy, only a very small number of people know. After all, it is hundreds of thousands of years ago."

The main policeman of Yangquan Temple was very upset and looked suspiciously at Xiao Xinlin.

This little devil knows too much.

"I don't know how I know it. In short, I just know."

Xin Lin's words made the Yang Quan Dianzhu turn his eyes again.

This little devil is simply worse than Ye Lingyue. In one sentence, you can kill people once.

"You say so much, it doesn't make any sense. Your wish is beyond the ability of the old man."

The owner of Yangquan Temple did not have a good airway.

"You can do it, and only you can do it. If you want to be a guardian in your life, you can do nothing."

Xin Lin said quietly.

For hundreds of thousands of years, the master of Yangquan Temple is guarding this temple.

This kind of loneliness, ordinary people can't understand it at all.

But today, this little devil, a little devil who has just been out of the woods, actually poked the soft underbelly of the Yangquan Temple Lord in one sentence.

"Little devil, you are less there to use the radical method. The old man is not the kid who is nine nights."

The owner of Yangquan Temple did not have a good airway.

The means that the devil used for the nine nights was not used.

The ninth night will be said to move, a large part of the reason is because he is affectionate to Ye Lingyue.

If you are in love, you will judge your judgment. Yangquan Temple is not the same. There is only a cooperative relationship between him and Ye Lingyue.

Now that Ye Lingyue is dead, this partnership will be lifted.

The owner of Yangquan Temple had no anger over Ye Lingyue, and there was no good tone on his mouth.

"You are not even good at nine nights. At least, he is willing to give it a try. You are not willing to try even if you try. If Lingyue succeeds in inheriting the clothes of the Kunlun female emperor, you can call it the head of the hundred halls. Is it? You don't want to fight?"

Xin Lin's words are like being wrapped in honey, and people are unknowingly caught in it.

The owner of Yangquan Temple has lived for so many years. He also knows that this is a sweet trap. It must be said that the first of the hundred halls, his heart jumped two jumps.

The head of Yangquan Temple coughed a few times.

"Little devil, you are less bluffing, but what you said is not unreasonable. If the gimmick can really live, it will be of great benefit to the Yangquan Temple. However, you know how difficult it is to resurrect her? Tell the truth You are not the old man who is completely inhuman, but the difficulty is too big."

The owner of Yangquan said this, Xin Lin knew that there was a play.

Even if it has lived for thousands of years, the desire is always infinite.

The Yangquan Temple Lord, Yangquan Temple, has been quiet for too many years.

He wants to return to thirty-three days, and wants to see the mind of Kunlun Tianmai more urgently than anyone else.

"How hard it is, but you can say no."

Xin Lin saw the main body of Yangquan Temple loose, and it was a little relieved.

All of what she said was also done according to the teachings of Ling Yue earlier. The heart is most unpredictable.

The soft underbelly of the Yangquan Temple Lord is a well-known heart, and wants to revive the Yangquan Temple.

"The soul of the skull has been scattered, and you should already know this. Any method of gathering souls in the world needs to find at least the soul of the three souls and seven souls. It is best to be the soul of life. It is by the soul of the soul that condenses the soul, so it can be born again."

Yangquan Temple is sinking.

Xin Lin beheaded.

This truth, she has been a solitary ghost for a long time, naturally understands.

For ghosts, the more complete the soul, the stronger its ghost power.

The soul of Wang Wushan is like this.

Ye Lingyue's soul, not to mention the soul of life, is any kind of soul, all in the body is too virtual, disappeared without a trace.

This means that Ye Lingyue has lost the foundation of the soul.

This is also why, earlier, the emperor and others will insist that Ye Lingyue is dead and can no longer die, leaving only one empty shell.

"Is there such a way to condense the soul? The old man has lived for so long, and he has a lot of knowledge. He wants to know something we don't know. Even if there is only a chance, we can try it out."

Xin Lin asked tirelessly.

"Oh, you see the wind to make the rudder's ability, but it is a fight with Ye Lingyue. However, you are asking the right person, the old man really knows another way, just that method, it is difficult to implement ""

The head of Yangquan Temple looked at the body of the eye, and the body of Ye Lingyue seemed to be well preserved, but in reality...