Chapter One Thousand and Three: Lin Wanhua's Ultimate Move
"call……"
Lin Zhao slowly took off his helmet and sat up from the game cabin. His heart was in a mess. In the end, even Dongzang was kidnapped by the thirteenth realm spirit, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.
In fact, Lin Zhao felt the most guilty about Dong Zang. Back then, Dong Zang endured loneliness for many years for the sake of a Qianqi Guanxue. Now it was also because of Lin Zhao that he guarded an empty natural residence and was finally abducted by Chen Rushong's pine wood spirit.
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"Lin Zhao, are you okay?"
On the side, Shen Xingchen also went offline.
"fine."
Lin Zhao stood up, staggered out of the game cabin, and walked down the stairs step by step. It had been too long since he had been offline. From the moment he warmed up his sword intent on the snowy Tianchi to the time when the snowy Tianchi was completely breached, Lin Zhao
The continuous online time has exceeded two days and two nights.
Shen Xingchen hurriedly stepped forward, supported his other arm, and said with reproach on his pretty face: "Even if things in the game are important, doesn't your body matter? If you work hard like this, what if?
After her body collapsed, Sister Feiyue turned around and started to blame, so Chen Xue and I would definitely be the ones taking the blame."
Lin Zhao laughed and said, "It's okay. I'll carry the pot myself. You don't need to carry it. Xingchen, you look like you have no strength in your hands. How can you carry a pot weighing dozens of kilograms?"
Shen Xingchen couldn't help but smile: "You still say? Go downstairs and have something to eat before talking, otherwise your stomach will be empty, which is not good."
"Um."
Downstairs, Wang Ju looked at Lin Zhao's slightly pale face and hurriedly asked what he wanted to eat. Lin Zhao was not picky about food, so he said just have some fried rice or make some soup. The important thing is to be quick.
"OK."
Wang Ju quickly walked into the kitchen and quickly cooked a tomato and egg drop soup. Then he used the leftover shredded celery and pork to fry a fried rice for Lin Zhao. A few minutes later, Lin Zhao sat calmly in the chair and held a cup of rice.
For those who are extremely hungry, this bowl of fragrant fried rice is simply delicious.
After finishing the fried rice, Chen Xue also went downstairs and served him a bowl of egg drop soup.
It was a little hot, so Lin Zhao took a sip.
"In the end, I still couldn't hold on."
Chen Xuexiu frowned lightly and said: "Snowy Tianchi has been completely lost, and the mountain top garden has also been officially lost, but... you really can't blame us, everyone has tried their best."
"I know."
Lin Zhao said softly: "Everyone has lost so many levels. I also know that everyone has tried their best. It doesn't matter. The final result of the battle in the Snowy Tianchi is very different from what I originally expected. The effect is even better. We killed fourteen realms."
Canglan, defeated the thirteenth realm Luyan, the twelve realms Chenfeng, killed a lot of monsters in the twelve realms, and the eleventh realm, the inner demon holding the umbrella was also beheaded at least thirty times in the snowy Tianchi.
More than 10,000, this military exploit is enough."
"Um."
Shen Xingchen's beautiful eyes were like water: "The most important thing is that the Snowy Tianchi has resisted the demon clan for nearly six days and has weakened the spirit of the demon clan and Wuwu Mountain. This is particularly important."
Lin Zhao nodded: "Yes, Xingchen is right."
"Your account..."
Chen Xue's red lips parted slightly: "Have you thought about how to deal with it?"
"Let's talk about it after we wake up."
Lin Zhaodao: "After you wake up, take a look when you go online. If the account is still the same as before, you should call and ask the official version of "Tianxia"."
"good."
The two beauties smiled and nodded together.
Immediately, Lin Zhao drank the soup in one gulp, went back to the room, washed up, and fell asleep.
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Just when Lin Zhao fell into sleep, the progress in the game did not stop at all.
The Snowy Tianchi was breached, and Baicheng was reduced to ruins. Under the attack of many monster monks, all the walls and buildings of Baicheng were razed to the ground, leaving only the Hefeng Academy in the center, which was full of cultural fortune.
In the center of the academy, a white tree glows with the rich energy of the Holy Dao.
"it is finally over."
Qingkui Demon Ancestor smiled calmly on the cloud and said: "Pass on my decree and the demon clan will go south."
"Yes, Demon Ancestor!"
Yuji, who was wearing a red dress, nodded happily.
The next moment, many big demons took the lead, and the densely packed demon military tents held the bloody battle flags of the demon clan, marching across the mountains and plains across the snow-covered Tianchi, razing the Mountain Monarch Temple along the way, and then headed south directly.
In the strong wind, the great demon Ning Yuansheng, who was dressed in a blood-colored gown, put his hands behind his back and walked against the wind, walking at the forefront of the group of demons.
His eyes were full of pride. The demon clan stepped on the snowy Tianchi Lake and drove straight down. The next target was the Xijianjiang River and the Fusu Great Wall. Ning Yuansheng, as one of the demon clan's honorable ministers, dreamed of this day.
It's been too long.
But just when Ning Yuansheng was heading south against the wind and passing through the muntjac forest, suddenly, Ning Yuansheng's heart seemed to be pinched by something. An inexplicable terror enveloped his heart. The next moment, Ning Yuansheng
His body has been enveloped and swallowed by an extremely powerful sword, and that sword came from the depths of the muntjac forest below.
How could Ning Yuansheng have thought that there was still a peak thirteenth realm sword cultivator Pan Gen in the human world? When he looked down, the thousands of sword auras were particularly dazzling. In the sword aura, there was a streak of white clothed snow.
The figure came holding the sword.
Lin Wanhua, the pinnacle of the Thirteenth Realm!
She had been lying in ambush in the Muntjac Forest for more than a day or two. She even witnessed Lin Zhao, Su Qingjiu, Tang Guangjun and others dying in battle. Lin Wanhua could not hold back, just for this sword. If this sword could not
She would be quite disappointed if she killed a monster at the thirteenth level for the human race.
"Lin Wanhua, are you crazy!?"
Ning Yuansheng shouted and hurriedly took out the Blood-Weeping Fan. At the same time, the joints in his body crackled, and four basic life talisman bones were burned in an instant. Wisps of blazing red demonic energy lingered around him. Ning Yuan
As one of the elders of the Demon Clan's ancestral mountain, Sheng Sheng understood the power of Lin Wanhua's sword very well. If he didn't fight hard, he would have no chance at all.
However, how could it be so easy to deal with the sword that Lin Wanhua had raised for seven days and seven nights, and the sword that Beiliang had used with anger?
In the wisps of blazing sword light, the demonic sword around Saint Ning Yuan continued to shatter, just like a dead tree being instantly washed away by a flood. The next second, Lin Wanhua's sword fell from the sky with a "peng" sound.
The loud noise cut Ning Yuansheng's weapon Weeping Blood Fan into pieces, and then the sword intent filled the sky and engulfed it.
The roars continued, and Ning Yuansheng was filled with dissatisfaction. Before his death, he even showed his true form as a nine-headed lion. However, the nine-headed lion that dominated the world of monsters was now unable to save himself, and his body was constantly being struck by swords all over the sky.
It was corroded and swallowed by the air, and in the blink of an eye, only blood and bones were left.
Lin Wanhua's sword passed by, and like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, Ning Yuansheng's physical body and soul were crushed by the extremely pure sword energy, and were directly crushed and crushed into ashes, without even a ray of soul.
Stay and die as hard as you can.
Ning Yuansheng is one of the leaders of the demon clan. Chu Yu, who was reborn in the mountain top garden, died under Ning Yuansheng's extremely vicious time poison arrow. The deaths of Su Qingjiu and Tang Guangjun were all caused by Ning Yuansheng.
One of the culprits, Lin Wanhua, helped Lin Zhao remember these accounts.
"time to go."
After Lin Wanhua killed Ning Yuansheng, she looked at the rolling army of monsters in the distance, then at the half of Mount Wuwu, and then looked back at the Fusu Great Wall. Her beautiful eyes were full of nostalgia.
Once you leave, you never know when you will come back.
The next moment, Lin Wanhua soared with her sword, and a golden sword immortal body rose into the sky.
Although Ji'an, Lotus Petal, Chenfeng and other big demons have arrived, no one dares to stop Lin Wanhua from ascending. Her sword intent and murderous aura are too strong. Lin Wanhua may fight to the death of anyone who goes up to her at this time.
And most of the time it’s one piece and one piece less.
In the sky, the sound of the rumbling avenue continued to ring. Finally, the Tianmen opened, and Lin Wanhua's figure in white stepped into the Tianmen, leaving a golden ripple in the world, and then disappeared without a trace.
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In the afternoon, wash the Jianjiang River.
A group of great demon figures from the Northern Territory appeared. Qing Kui Demon Ancestor, Yu Xie, Ji An, Lian Petal, Chen Feng and others appeared one by one. They were like kings from the north, overlooking the great river of the human race.
"It's time to start."
Qing Kui said calmly.
"Um."
Yuxi looked towards the west with his beautiful eyes and said with a smile: "Lord Huosi, if you don't take action now, when will you wait?!"
Suddenly, a figure suddenly stood up from the boundary between the ghost world and the human world. It was the young man wearing a flaming red shirt. His body suddenly expanded, revealing the true form of the thirteenth level fire beast. He then used his magical power to control
Moving the mountains that moved from the ghost world, they were thrown fiercely from the air and suppressed towards the Xijian River.
As long as this great river can be cut off, as long as the water of the Xijian River can be allowed to flow into the mountains and forests, the water transport of the Xijian River will be drained dry. As for Lin Xingchu, there is nothing to be afraid of.
However, just as the mountains were falling, a goddess of the river, wearing a golden military armor and a golden water transport cloak, stood up from the river. Her golden body stood taller than ten thousand feet. With a slight finger of the sword, the depths of the river suddenly disappeared.
There were wisps of golden light, and soon, the water splashed, and there were begonia golden boats across the river, hundreds of them!
Moreover, the spiritual energy of these golden begonia boats were connected two by two, gathering the luck of the entire Xijian River together. At the moment when the mountains fell, the golden begonia boats from all over the place opened up the restrictions of hundreds of feet, and suddenly
Those mountains collided with the restriction and collapsed one after another. Not a single mountain could safely fall into the Xijian River.
"It's outrageous!"
Qing Kui Demon Ancestor roared angrily, his body rose into the air, and a palm containing extremely strong demonic aura fell from the sky, spanning dozens of miles in the air, and struck straight towards the Xijian River on the river.
The river surged, and a thirteenth-level dragon emerged. It was Xiaoke. He frowned and said in his heart: "The Demon Ancestor has a way to defeat me, so I will leave it to the empress, and leave the rest to me, Lin Xiaoke!"
This battle is a life-and-death battle, and I must avenge Little Master Lin Zhao!"
"good!"
Lin Xingchu smiled slightly, raised the sword of the River God to the sky, worshiping the luck of the entire Xijian River, and touched the Demon Ancestor. Suddenly the river steamed, and the cloak behind Lin Xingchu flew up, but the Qing Kui Demon Ancestor in the air was also shaken by the sword.
I had to retreat for several miles in a row, and I was a little shocked. I still underestimated this sword-washing river god.
"Do it!"
The great demon Ji An, Lian Petal, Long Zheng, Chen Feng and others all took action one after another. What greeted them was Lin Xiaoke, who was shaking his head and swaying his head as he sacrificed a part of the Xijian River water transport. The majestic demon energy rose into the sky.
One day, Lin Xiaoke, who had a blood feud with the same clan, was as powerful as any of the fourteenth level monsters!
