MTL - So What If You’ve Been Reborn?-Chapter 21 Gorefiend

North Xuanpai!

Chen He wondered that he had not heard of the name. Or, there is no jade ball.

The important reminder he left for himself in the first jade ball was that after reading one-seventh of the whole box of jade balls, Chen He could not forget such a major event.

The master who died long ago and only hangs his name, the name of Nan Hongzi, is said to be in the way.

- Then there is no more! If it is not today, Chen He thinks that Master's brothers are all scattered and there is no sect.

This shows that in the Heiyuan Valley where he lived since childhood, there was no Bei Xuan faction mentioned by one person. They lost their stories every day!

The Cangyu ball can only record what happened, and it is impossible to know everything even if the owner wants it. The release of the box is hidden. Chen He now remembers that the stories are not made in the end, but I also want to know. The brothers probably played all the demons and ghosts.

The people in Heiyuan Valley were so open-minded and blew, but no one mentioned the real name of Chen Heshimen.

Bei Xuan Mi Bao, it seems that there are many involved!

Chen Wo lowered his head and shrank in his brother's arms, pretending to be a frightened look and trembled, just to cover up the disappointment of the release. The eyes of the Snow Mountain priests passed through Chen He, and there was a cold spot that was not easy to detect.

- Interpretation and acceptance of the apprentice, is this to comfort the loneliness?

I don’t know how to repair it, but I’m still so tight!

The most common thing in his life is the cumbersomeness. Seeing that he can now do whatever he wants, he has found another one. How to say it, the number of lives is fixed, and some people fall into the blood but still can’t open it. It’s really foolish.

Xueshan Master slowly said: "As long as you and I join forces, you can destroy the inheritance of the Mozong, and the North Xuan Mibao, which has been dust-stained for eight thousand years, can see the sky again."

Release the hand and wipe off the blood on the lips.

Zhu Hong dripped from his fingertips, did not fall into the lake below, but scattered into a faint blood fog.

He always had his back straight, and Chen Hu was tightly guarded in the elbow, and the corners of the narrow and long hooks were gently lifted up. He said coldly: "The North Xuan faction has become a thing of the past, treasure, and you will be bothered."

There was no more blood in this speech, and the voice gradually became smooth from dull and dumb. The self-cultivation was closed for decades, and no one would ever speak because of it.

"Relieve!"

Xueshan Master is awkward, some unbelievably low drink: "Do you really want to treasure?"

"Every hundred years in the realm of cultivation, someone will search for Beixuan Mibao, and finally how?"

"This time is different!" Snow Mountain Masters blurted out.

After he finished speaking, he was somewhat remorseful, but he still stood on the shelf and nodded arrogantly. "I will not say this. I can guess that one or two. Since it will be related to the inheritance of the ancient Mozong, this news is my self-devil. It came over there. But those idiots found the secret record of the Mozong tradition on a bronze tripod, but they ignored the secrets of Ding itself. It was left by the North Xuan School eight thousand years ago!"

Interpretation did not talk to him about this tripod, grabbed the focus of the Snow Mountain Master's understatement, and ironically smiled: "You got the message from the magic road?"

Xueshan’s teacher was stagnation, and immediately said nothing: “The news is unmistakable. We can’t delay it. Once it’s been taken first by the people in the magic, or it’s raging. It’s not the scene you and I’m happy.”

"Liang Qianshan, I am not interested in your jokes."

The release head does not return.

"You, even if you have already abandoned everything, do you not care about the North Xuan faction?" Yu Jian, who was shocked by the Snow Mountain Master, caught up and pointed to Chen He. "I know that you are a high-level person and don't care about the treasures of the world. But your apprentice, do you want him to be incompetent, and die in the two years after the death of the knot? How long can you stay in this world, if you fly up, your apprentice can follow you? Even if you Reincarnation, go to the local government, can you always carry him?"

Chen He felt that his arm was tight, and he immediately put it in a scared look and leaned on his arm to try to comfort his brother.

He knows where the anger of the release comes from - not because of this called the cold mountain, but to mention the "apprentice."

This word is definitely a jealousy of dispelling, and Chen He does not know what the apprentice of the deaf is called.

"You have been tired of these things in your life... Well, you have valued your feelings in your life, what did you get in the end? The aggregators have fallen into the magic road, and the North Xuan faction is in name only. Now there is such a great opportunity, as long as you find Beixuan Mibao-"

The snow mountain gods have not finished talking, and the release has been carried forward.

"The stubbornness does not change." The gods of the cold thousand mountains irritated and frowned.

Hesitated for a moment, and eventually he did not take the risk to continue chasing.

——Snow Mountain Master does not believe that there is no interest in Beixuan Mibao.

“How can I get hurt when I release it?” Liang Qianshan felt that this was very embarrassing.

There has been no major movement in the desert in the northwest. It is obvious that it is not here to fight people with injuries. It is not easy to find a person who can reinvent the Gorefiend.

The desert north of Guanwai and the south of Daxue Mountain are all controlled by Liang Qianshan.

The release should be in the black valley of southern Xinjiang, secretly running back to the northwest, with a new apprentice, what is this?

"Does he already know the position of Beixuan Mibao, but also personally go through the investigation and it will be seriously injured?" Xueshan priests narrowed their eyes, and the more they thought, the more they felt that this guess was reliable.

The technique of the spring-sounding sound of the Daxueshan Qiankun view, the release of the child must be taken care of in the arms of the child. However, such a thing is easy to release, and it is impossible to injure him. The only possibility is that he has been seriously injured before he was released.

Observing the face and face, it is obvious that this can be confirmed.

Otherwise, there is a thing that will vomit blood when there is an opening, and it is not a monk who is obsessed with meditation.

I don’t know if I think about the fascinating Xueshan priest, the more I think about it, the more I feel that the injury is not light, and I am very involved. When it comes to using the real yuan, it will vomit blood. Before every word is said to overflow with a blood, he can see it really.

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"Damn!"

The Snow Mountain sorcerer who was consciously deceived drove the flying sword back to the rush.

Here, with the release of Chen Wo, another breath went a hundred miles, this took the piece of the magic weapon like the cloud, stopped in a bamboo forest in the mountains, unable to suppress the cough.

"Brother!" Chen Wo's foot touched the ground, and immediately anxious to explore the wrist with spiritual power to help adjust the interest.

The release of the hand to stop, and then the blood flowing out of his palm, cold can not splash on a phoenix bamboo.

The brown-red spots quickly infiltrated, first the leaves of the luxuriant and curved leaves, the bamboo rafts turned from green to yellow, and all the eyes turned black. Because the phoenix bamboo is clumped, dozens of plants are densely connected, and after the counts, the whole clumps are withered, and the dead air stands tall.

"Teacher... Brother, are you poisoned?" Chen Wo turned his head in horror.

The horror effect caused by such a drop of blood is only a very poisonous phenomenon that is rare in the realm of cultivation.

Released his eyes and shook his head.

Chen Wo was in a hurry to wipe out the blood stains on his clothes and hands, and in a hurry, he directly pulled down the piece of cloth that was covered in his face when he fled.

He anxiously and cautiously asked: "Brother, you are really fine, what is this poison?"

After the pause, I stopped slowly and said: "I am not poisoned."

"Ah!" Chen Wo could have reached out to his brother's mouth. He narrowed his eyes and said in a panic and restless tone. "You should not talk to your brother, it should be safe here."

The release did not move, and the younger brother was seen through the arm.

The anger caused by the dusty past has slowly calmed down.

- People can't resurrect, leaving only the cause and effect of the afterlife. The North Xuan faction is a thing of the past, like sand dust that cannot be held. Even if you stay, you will eventually be scattered in the wind, without traces.

The younger brother is the most important person in his life.

The wind blows the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound, and the mountains and valleys are uninhabited.

The two were silent, and the quiet atmosphere was quickly broken by Chen He.

"Hey!" Chen He thought he was too tight and hurriedly released his hand.

"The closed mouth is broken, and I can't stop it."

Interpretation explained before Chen He was nervous again.

"This snow mountain gods teacher is really awful!" Chen He secretly gave a note to Liang Qianshan.

"The Daxueshan Qiankun view is a former national sect. After the dynasty, the migration has come to Guanwai, but it has only been three hundred years."

"Three hundred years? Still not?" Chen He immediately slammed his mouth after he finished speaking. It was too shameful. He forgot to live in the realm of the realm, and the Yuan Ying period could live for four hundred years.

However, Chen He’s hand did not fall on his face, and he was suddenly arrested.

——The finger was forced to level off, and the release of the blood stains that had been contaminated before Chen Wo was released.

"Brother, don't you say that you are not poisoned?" Chen He asked carefully.

In fact, the fact that he “talked” to his brother made him feel a little uncomfortable. If Chen Wo is not only one day's memory, it is estimated that the tone will be unfamiliar.

"This is not poison."

The cockroach was set to look at the withered phoenix bamboo next to the eye, and the sleeves were smashed, and the whole clump of bamboo was turned into fly ash.

This scene shocked Chen He's eyes straightened, but he heard his brother whispered: "Before you listened to the person, the aggregator sent me into the magic road."

"Yes!" Chen He returned to God and gave the aggregator a note.

There is no celery ball, wait for him to find paper and pen to write, can not forget! !

He did not pay attention to the expression of Chen He. He looked at the pile of scattered fly ash and said: "In fact, they are not wrong."

"what?"

"I am not a magician, but my heart is horrible than that of magic." Shih said faintly, "There is a resurgence of life, and the object will be reversed. My true element implies the power of destruction. The difference between the life and the soul can be turned into a bone, and even my blood can also destroy the Lord. The real thing of the instrument, the world, all without exception. So they blame me for fear, but I dare not approach."

Chen He was listening and suddenly returned to God and wiped the blood on his forehead: "No, it is not like this. I met the blood of my brother. I have nothing."

This silly younger brother.

Dispelling dumbness, he did not understand why Chen He was sometimes smart and clever, and sometimes he could not think of the key.

Probably care is chaos, watching Chen He’s words revive, he smiled and smiled: “You and me are from the same origin, as long as you don’t drink it, it will not affect you.”

Chen He didn't feel awkward after listening, but finally understood why the brothers took this burden with them, and Han Qianshan stared at himself, but still did not attack.

——Only because of his taboos, he is even more afraid of the bloodstains of Chen He who have not dried up.

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