Chapter 147 (1/2)

”I don't know which bastard did the terrible thing!” the old pen jumped to one side and couldn't help cursing. Originally, everything was very smooth. I don't know where those bastards came from. They unexpectedly attracted the power of immortal robbery. This disturbance was finally escaped by the old worm and might be inherited. What should I do?

He scolded his mother there. Just a few words, he suddenly covered his mouth and looked around stealthily. His face was suddenly green and white, as if he had caught a ghost.

The fat man looked strange. He just wanted to ask, but he was stunned. After a long time, he waved, and the body of the bronze giant tripod appeared. This time it was no longer a virtual shadow. The bodies of Xiang Yang and green ya'er floated from inside and were still snoring and sleeping.

He waved to empress Huang, pointed to Xiang Yang and said, ”now you can only rely on this boy. You must have a way to pass. Give him a share and let him play with the old worm...”

Empress Huang was stunned. This is really the best way now. Although she doesn't want to have more masters again, it's better than the inheritance of the old leader?

He quickly took out a jade slip, lost all his understanding of the 99 pass test in the Hunyuan tower over the years, and handed it to the fat man.

As soon as the fat man took it, he took a pat on the giant tripod next to him. After a ”buzzing” sound, Xiang Yang and green ya'er woke up.

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Outside the Hunyuan tower, these people are eager to jump. In the Hunyuan tower, the life of the old leader is actually difficult.

Without the help of tracing back to the fairy array, it was impossible for the fairy to melt the soul, but his fairy was badly hurt by the fat man and the old pen. If the fairy also has life, it can be described as dying. The weakness of the fairy makes the melting soul easier.

The most important thing is that the owner of this flesh body happens to be his descendants of blood. Although his blood has been thin for so many years, he still has a faint brand deliberately left in the depths of his soul.

It was this almost dying brand that saved the life of laolongtou and enabled his fairy spirit to cling to the sea of knowledge in Xuanlong Yutian. Of course, it is impossible to melt the soul for the time being...

For Xuanlong Yutian, all this was like a dream. Before he woke up, he was immersed in boundless spring. The gentle eyes, charming and moving body of yuhou and the waves of tidal pleasure made him unwilling to wake up at all.

Therefore, he really didn't like the old guy who appeared in his sea of knowledge for no reason and nagged, ”I'm your ancestor”. The male duck's voice kept crying, as if he were a pig about to be slaughtered.

Even if he did see a faint dragon shadow in his sea of knowledge, and after his guidance, he did break through two levels easily, he also determined that this guy was not fun.

What do you think of me as a little son of a bitch yelling there? I'm Xuanlong Yutian. Even immortal animals like empress Yu have to throw themselves into the arms. I'm the son of luck! It's my ancestor. Are you the embodiment of God?

”Wrong, wrong! Little bastard, face that way!”

The old leader roared impatiently, and Xuanlong Yutian was scolding his mother. He turned around and rushed to a cold and glittering forest of knives.

The fairy of laolongtou is too weak now. Unless Xuanlong Yutian is willing to open the soul seal or communicate with him with divine knowledge, he doesn't know what he is thinking.

Fortunately, otherwise, he may be blown up by the sound of Lao Wang's eggs...