Chapter 2140: Are you talking to me? (2/2)

”Damn, this life must go to the third heaven, otherwise this kind of thing will come several times. If you accidentally offended the group of guys, even I will be killed by them.”

Meng Xituo secretly snarled in his heart.

The spirits in Yaochi are very high, and it is hard to see at least on the third day. With this group of Lingguo Lingcao, the mood of the bartender suddenly eased a lot, not white, and the two are opposite each other. When you look at it, you will leave.

After the two left, the atmosphere in the venue was still somewhat suppressed. In the past half of the time, the lord of the Yinling ancestors snorted: ”The upper bounds make me wait like a pig!”

”Yes! We rely on the strength to gain the spirit of the opportunity. They take it away. The blood knife lord is only hiding one, so he is killed, and hundreds of thousands of years have been repaired.”

For a time, the crowd was excited.

Mengxi Tuobei and Emperor Mingdi looked at each other and did not speak. Instead, they left the place with their men. This time, they will take a long time to digest. In other words, they lose more than others. It was heavy, with 10,000 hands coming down, and now four or five thousand died, only half of it, and nothing has been harvested!

”You, forget it, be careful with the wall.”

Lv Zhong returned to the sea and sighed and persuaded him.

After the sinisters of the Yinling sects suddenly closed their mouths and vented their anger in their hearts, they were now somewhat scared. Just a few words were heard by Qingyun, and it is estimated that they will die very badly.

In a short time, the monks in this place will disperse. In addition to the monks who originally made a living here, the monks who gathered because of the Styx Temple are basically gone, and some are unwilling to think of the **** of the river. After the palace sank, there may be things flowing into the Styx River. They decided to stay and salvage for a while to see if they could get their own chances, including the existence of a few meditations such as the Emperor of the Yinling!

In the past two days or so, a space crack suddenly appeared over the Styx River. A figure emerged from it. This is a young monk who looks like a 20-year-old, dressed in a plain white gown and carrying a long sword. The long hair of the horns wanders in the wind, and it seems to be bohemian.

His appearance did not seem to attract the attention of any underworld monk. Even if a monk occasionally passed through him, it seemed to be completely invisible.

”When the Temple of the Gods reappears in the world, the fire of the eternal world is ignited, and who will ignite the fire of the eternal world, will it be? Is it the embers of the group? After so many years, this group of tortoises will finally endure. Can't you live? Oh, when such a huge force was first, it was not the last one. The strongest of those, the dead, the escape, and now want to pick up the storm? It’s crazy to say!

The young man whispered a word, and there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes. Then, a faint **** thought centered on him and spread around. In a moment, his **** thoughts reached every corner of the double world of the underworld!

”Hey? When is there a foreign disciple in this world? Hey, no, even the outside disciples are not, just picked up by the family, interesting...”

The youth’s eyes are slightly brighter.

The next moment, his figure disappeared into place.

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”Do I really have a last life?”

Ning Qi walked by the Styx River, his eyes showed a meditation color, no matter the woman or the vain, although it was said to him, Ning Qi was extremely convinced that they regarded themselves as another person. This person, very likely, is his last life. If this is the case, I am afraid that his identity in the last life is extraordinary and he has experienced a terrible defeat!

Suddenly, Ning Qi’s footsteps were slightly gazing, his eyes looked forward, and he saw that there was a monk standing against him in front of him. The place where the monk stood, just stopped Ning Qi’s way. Ning Qi is absolutely certain that this monk is now standing there, just no one.

”This river has been around for a long time. I remember that when I was a child, I took me here once.”

The monk suddenly faintly opened his mouth, and there seemed to be a trace of sorrow in his tone.

”You, are you talking to me?”

Ning Qi looked at the monk, a faint road.