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Chapter 1451

Chapter 1451

The pen is six inches long and has no sharp edge.

The sword is three meters long and has an amazing momentum.

One person lowered his head to observe the situation with a heavy face.

One person looked up at the sky, calm and relaxed.

After a while, the old man holding the knife yawned and said boredly: "Have you thought about it?"

"It's just a move. You've been thinking about it for three days, hesitating and dilly-dallying."

"The labor and management are very busy and have no time to mess around with you here."

"Either give up and admit defeat, or give me half of the "Kyoshi Deduction"."

"Delay? How long can you delay?"

He flicked his ring finger, and the ancient finger ring said in a pleasant tone: "Thirty thousand years ago, you held the first volume and read it from beginning to end. I held the second volume and studied it in a confused way."

"Let's open up and say that the "Knowing Tree" ranked first among the most exquisite Dharma signs and the "Yuan Zulong" ranked second are about to be born."

"If you, Wen Dian, eat meat, you can't even give me, Wu Dian, broth to drink, right?"

"Choose one of the two, one person in one palace, and let God decide. How nice it is."

"If you have to take over all the meat soup, your Wen Dian family will be the only one?"

He asked coldly: "Do you think it's possible?"

The old man in white robe turned the white zi that he held between his fingertips, and said softly: "I agree to one person per palace, and I will be the master of destiny."

The old man in black robe said angrily: "Why?"

"Those who know destiny understand destiny."

"You want to use it as a reminder to become a saint in one step, don't you think I don't want to?"

"The ancestral dragon belongs to you, and the master of destiny belongs to my martial palace."

The old man in white robe sighed: "Then there's no need to talk."

"I only want the Life-Knowing Tree, and I am not interested in the second-ranked Yuan Zulong."

The old man in black robe rolled his eyes and said, "You should think of the good. Most people who have cultivated to the 19th level of True Immortal need to understand the laws of heaven and earth and create their own first magical power before they can step into the semi-saint realm."

"For example, the girl from the Jiang family in the Phoenix Realm possesses the fourth most exquisite form of magic, the Nine-Legged Ice Luan, and has established herself as a true immortal in the 18th level in just 6,000 years."

"If nothing else goes wrong, after she integrates into the divine soul of the small world of China, it is certain that she will break through to the ninth level of true immortal."

"But even so, she is still a true fairy, not a semi-saint."

"But Yuan Zulong is different. Those who possess this kind of dharma can ignore the limitations of realm and go all the way to semi-saint."

"To put it simply, as smooth as his path of cultivation is, all the difficulties and bottlenecks in cultivation encountered by others will come to naught in front of him."

"If you get this person, your Wen Palace will get a semi-saint for nothing. This is not enough. Are you too greedy?"

The old man in black robe said confidently: "In terms of age, I am nineteen hundred years older than you. Do you understand that you respect the elderly and love the young?"

The old man in white robe replied seriously: "I don't understand."

"I have lived for 28,000 years, created seven magical forms, and have been stuck on the eighth form for ten thousand years."

"In the past ten thousand years, I have traveled around the mortal world, borrowed a ray of soul to be reincarnated countless times, and wanted to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, and cultivate the eighth magical power."

"After repeated failures and disappointments, my original intention has unconsciously created an obsession with retreat."

"It is a retreat from oneself, and it is also an abandonment of the path of sainthood."

"My chance to conquer the sixteen great worlds may only be the last one left."

"This time, I can't afford to make any mistakes."

He clenched his right hand tightly, and the white pieces exploded into ashes.


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