Invincible BOSS System

The years are ruthless, and no one can hold back time.

Time is constantly passing, and in the blink of an eye it is another hundred years.

It was only fifty years since the day of extinction mentioned in the conversation between Heavenly Dao and that Old Dao.

In the past century, the holy realm is still as peaceful as ever, except for a few young people who fought to fight for the name of Tianjiao.

None of the strong men of the older generation was born, and no one shot.

Even if the younger generation is bullied by others, as long as they are not beheaded, there will be no action by the older generation.

And the new generation of the Saint Realm is obviously also a relatively well-known person, no one is going to kill the opponent, kill those who compete with themselves for the name of the arrogant.

Often they just stop at the end, and some of them have deep grievances, and they just hit the other party seriously and ridicule a few words and then stop.

Mo Antian was born a hundred years ago, bringing a trace of turbulence and panic to the Holy Realm.

After Feng Yi and the four of them took action, they quickly recovered their calm.

A small episode did not cause too much disturbance in the Holy Realm.

After Feng Yi and the four failed to kill Demon Antian, they also regretted the Southern Region.

When I went there were four people, when I came back there were six people.

He also brought the two young apprentices Feng Yixin had, Liu Ping and Ling'er.

A somewhat silly kid, a somewhat smart girl.

A hundred years have passed in a hurry, and the youths and girls who were full of immature at the beginning have also become people who can stand alone and are well-known in the South.

Although Liu Ping had a mediocre natural talent, in order to catch up with Ling'er, he did not stop for a hundred years. He practiced assiduously every day, finally allowing him to step through the fairyland that restricted all living beings.

Reached the level of Heavenly Wonderland.

And because Ling'er was the reincarnation of a powerful spirit-calling clan, Liu Ping had already been put aside by her cultivation, and she had reached the level of a golden fairyland.

However, the relationship between the two has not faded in a hundred years, but it has gotten better.

Liu Ping also had the courage to tell this woman he could protect with his life that he liked her.

Linger did not live up to Liu Ping's passion, nodded shyly and agreed to Liu Ping.

In this regard, Feng Yi, the master, is happy to hear.

The Hu Yi and the three people, and even Qilin, who are considered uncle generations, also sent their blessings.

After receiving various gifts from the five great Luojin Wonderland experts, Ling'er and Liu Ping were also armed to their teeth.

A powerful piece of equipment filled with aura, even in the same generation of the Holy Realm, can be regarded as the upper level.

"Liu Ping, today the Demon Race battlefield may open again. You and Ling'er are going to find your own opportunities."

On this day, Feng Yi called Liu Ping and Ling'er and said.

Liu Ping was taken aback. The Demon Race Battlefield was a place he didn't want to mention for a hundred years.

There were memories of Ling'er's previous life, and he was afraid that Ling'er would forget him after he got those memories.

Seeing Liu Ping's tangled look, Feng Yi said nothing, she also wanted to see what she thought of as a disciple.

"Good Master, the disciple understands!"

Liu Ping spoke, his face full of firmness.

Feng Yi nodded in satisfaction, and then said with a smile: "About Ling'er's past life, you don't have to worry too much, if Ling'er is unwilling to accept the memory of the past life."

"Since someone helped her to suppress, or directly obliterate the memory of her previous life, leaving only the inheritance."

Liu Ping's expression changed when he heard Feng Yi's words.

A deep joy flashed in his eyes, but he still said: "Ling'er's own meaning is better."

"Master, the disciple retire first."

Then knelt on one knee and resigned respectfully towards Feng Yi.

Feng Yi nodded slightly and said, "Go, go and talk to Ling'er."

"It's Master!"

Liu Ping left.

Looking at the back of his disciple leaving, Feng raised a touching smile at the corner of his mouth.

Although this stupid boy had a mediocre talent, he had never rested for a day in a hundred years for the sake of Linger, and then he broke through to the heavenly fairyland. This will not be said to be weak.

Even among the younger generation in the holy world, the strength of Liu Pingtian's Wonderland can be regarded as the middle and upper reaches.

And the cultivation base of Ling'er Golden Wonderland is almost equal to those of the famous Tianjiao generation.

It's just that the two of them haven't stepped out of the Southern Territory for a hundred years, and naturally they have never made their name public in the Holy Realm. This has also led to the fact that the creatures in the Holy Realm have no idea that the Southern Territory still hides such a arrogant and a good little genius.

"Past life... even if Ling'er's past life is revived, I'm afraid it can't stop a finger of the master."

Thinking of Chen Xinglie, who had appeared 50 years ago, the smile on Feng Yi's mouth became even stronger.

I haven't seen Chen Xinglie for more than 100 years. When I saw him again, Chen Xinglie's aura had already made Feng Yi unable to see through.

When I saw him at the beginning of the year, he was still a teenager who needed the protection of the four of them. Now he has grown to the point where they look up to him.

Chen Xinglie originally wanted to provide Feng Yi and the four with a practice method that could allow them to cultivate from the puppet body to the flesh and blood body.

This is what Chen Xinglie knew from the empress.

However, after seeing that the four of them had stronger and more suitable techniques for them, Chen Xinglie still told them the techniques he had obtained from the empress.

After all, who would have too many of these things, maybe the two exercises can learn from each other.

After talking to the four about some cultivation matters, Chen Xinglie hurriedly left the Southern Region.

There is only one sentence left: The Great Tribulation of World Destruction is getting closer and closer, and the strength of the Holy Realm alone cannot survive the Great Tribulation of World Destruction.

Then it disappeared, leaving four large formation spirits looking at each other.

After Liu Ping left Fengyi's residence, he found Ling'er.

He also told Ling'er all the things about the Demon Race battlefield and her past life.

Ling'er was silent for a long time before smiling and saying, "I think it's good now. I don't need any previous lives. I just want to be Ling'er and be your Linger."

Hearing that, Liu Ping's honest face was full of surprises.

On the second day, the two of them left the Southern Territory after speaking to the master and four uncles.

Feng Yiwu stood on the top of the mountain, watching the two figures drifting away.

"These two little guys have grown to such a degree in a century, it is also very precious."

Tiger said in one mouth, although the words were plain, it is still not difficult to find the meaning of admiration.

Feng glanced at him, then sneered: "Do you think you are all the same, still a **** for tens of thousands of years?"

"Say me? It's the same for you, only you know the sorrow of our puppets."

When Hu heard the words, he raised his brow and choked aloud.

The four spirits of the puppet body looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

There was a smile in Qilin's eyes.