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Chapter 527 Sword Cultivator’s Promise

Jiang Ding was so fast that he flew hundreds of kilometers in the blink of an eye. He left the previous events behind and began to think about the true Lord of the Divine Crow.

"Don't worry now, I can't kill the Nascent Soul cultivator now."

"The super battleship will not be built for another five years. After five years, we will start thinking about how to lure out the True Lord of the Crows without any trouble. This shouldn't be difficult. There is a lot of chaos on the Hei clan's territory. Just choose any place to expand. .”

Jiang Ding said to himself.

At the realm of Nascent Soul, it is rare to be in seclusion for a hundred years, but it is common to be in seclusion for decades.

If you can't wait, it's better not to wait.

Of course, this is all under the premise of ensuring absolute safety.

……

At the original place, Han Lin's whole body was flashing with blood, and he avoided the attack of the black coffin magic weapon. One of his arms turned into white bones at some point, hanging down beside him.

Apparently, he used another trump card and barely escaped with his life.

"Indeed, he is a worthy scholar despite his great reputation."

The red-faced old man of the Hei clan did not look proud at all, and said with fear: "This person is indeed the golden elixir that escaped from the hands of the Holy Son of Six Paths. He is only in the early stage of the golden elixir. He is so difficult to kill. If he is in the middle or late stage of the golden elixir, he should be how?"

Killing intent surged in his heart.

At this time, not only is there greed, but also a huge sense of mission arises in my heart.

Such people,

If it is allowed to grow, it may become another bloody cloud, which will shake the foundations of the Hei family and the Beiyuan family in the future, and bring endless disasters to future generations.

"After the Great Sun Sect, there are countless monsters and monsters in Beiyuan."

The beautiful woman of the Hei clan on the side also sighed. While consuming the enemy's mana little by little, she waved her hands and waved formation flags to cover the place airtight. Then she looked at the ordinary-faced young man in the center, and bursts of magic sounds filled her. Er: "Master Qinglin, why don't you just surrender? I can swear by my ancestors that I will release your soul into reincarnation."

"In the next life, if you have a good background, you may not be able to live forever."

Han Lin said nothing.

He burned a trace of his heart's blood, turned it into a force of mana, and ignited several third-level top-level talismans, temporarily resisting the black coffin and bronze weapon, as well as the bursts of black feather sword spells that fell from time to time.

"Senior He, is there still a way?"

Han Lin asked in a low voice in his soul: "If it really doesn't exist, I can create a gap so that you can escape. It will not be in vain for the friendship between you and me for so many years."

"..."

There was little response.

for a long time,

A long, confused sigh.

"You and that guy have a good relationship, so why doesn't he save you?"

An old voice sounded.

"That one?"

"Which one?"

Han Lin was stunned.

Then he realized that in this world of immortality, who else could be said to have a good friendship and be able to save him at will?

"Little uncle!"

Han Lin was overjoyed, and when he heard the next words, his heart suddenly sank.

"They left long ago."

The old voice sighed: "Why can't you learn from him? He is stronger than you, right? But he never causes trouble, let alone trouble. I guess no monk in the entire Beiyuan has seen him, let alone what cause and effect he caused. What a chase."

"No matter how you look, you are hunted down wherever you go. There is no peace of mind."

he swore angrily.

"This is not what I want."

"Mostly just bad luck."

Han Lin smiled bitterly: "Other than that, how can I compare with my junior uncle? He is extremely talented and can cultivate to the next level as long as he is stable.

With my qualifications of the Four Spiritual Roots, if I were to imitate him and not be affected by cause and effect, I would probably be unable to even build the foundation, and even the eighth or ninth level of Qi training would be impossible, and I would already be a pile of withered bones. "

"That's true."

"Your qualifications...are indeed a bit lacking."

The old voice sighed, a little curious: "You don't seem to have any resentment? You are a person who refuses to save someone, but you still have friendship. Ordinary people generally have resentment."

"How could it be?" Han Lin shook his head: "In the past, most of our friendships were with my junior uncle who showed kindness to me. For him, it was just a matter of convenience. It was not that he had any special regard for me or friendship.

This is his behavior. Many mortals in the Yue Kingdom and many mortals in the Tu Kingdom have received his favor, but most of them have never heard of his name, and they have never seen him care. "

"A proud swordsman."

Han Lin sighed.

"I'm afraid, he has never cared about the people he has helped and what he wants in return. He just likes to do this."

"I don't despise doing this kind of thing to win favor over rice and fight against rice for hatred."

"Senior He, how are you preparing?"

Han Lin smiled casually: "I'm going to burn my essence and blood, so I'm going to change my back. You can find a chance to escape."

He is not worried about this.

This is an old monster with strange and unpredictable methods. I just want to give you a final reminder.

There was a little silence again.

"That's not all."

The old voice stopped him from burning his essence and blood.

"Can you still perform an air dodge?"

Han Lin finished the exercise and was pleasantly surprised.

"No, just give it a try."

The old voice lamented.

"Use it now. I always feel that I have suffered a big loss. Sword cultivators keep their promises. Alas, there is nothing I can do..."

A ray of extremely high-quality spiritual consciousness penetrated the formation with a secret method and spread to an unknown distance.

……

"Little friend..."

Jiang Ding's scalp suddenly exploded as he was flying hidden in the sky.

A ray of divine consciousness entered his sea of ​​consciousness silently. It was useless for any protection or concealment. It just arrived at the sea of ​​consciousness and turned into a trace of vicissitudes of sound.

Keng!

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the Xiaocheng-level Destruction Sword Intent clanked, swinging out a circle of the will of the Soul-Destroying Technique, locking the target, and rushing down like a tide, surrounding this wisp of foreign divine consciousness, shielding the seal and preventing it from prying eyes. He knew the sea, and then slashed it down with one sword.

"Wait a minute, little friend, I am..."

Vicissitudes of life's voice became much sharper.

Jiang Ding's sword struck down at a faster speed.

He had no desire to talk to this kind of thing that invaded the sea of ​​consciousness, so it was the best choice to just kill him and stay away.

"Plant Spirit Fruit!"

Vicissitudes of life roared.

Although he once had an extremely high level, this ray of consciousness was too fragile. He could not do anything under this terrifying sword intention, not even move.

Jiang Ding's sword intent paused.

"Back then, the matter of vegetation and spiritual fruits!"

"Little friend! I and you are both our mother's children. You can't kill me?"

Vicissitudes said quickly, fearing that if the evil star's sword slipped, everything would be over.

"This smell is a bit familiar..."

Jiang Ding did not kill anymore, but applied layers of seals to trap this ray of consciousness before falling into thought.

Back then, he experienced many difficulties in the Nine Heavens Ruins, and finally succeeded in obtaining a plant spirit fruit, which gave Lin Wanqiu, who was in his forties or fifties, with little aptitude and understanding, a plant spirit body.

With this, Lin Wanqiu was successfully promoted to Foundation Establishment and extended his life by 250 years.

This plant spirit fruit was planted tens of thousands of years ago by a senior of the Nine Heavens God Lei Sect in memory of his long-dead mother and to leave a legacy to future generations.

"Shen He...senior?"

Jiang Ding asked hesitantly.

There are similarities and differences between this breath of spiritual consciousness and the breath of the senior's words in memory of his mother under the spiritual tree.

If he was really closely related to that senior, he would be willing to give him a favor.

(End of this chapter)