I Was Trapped on the Same Day For 100,000 Years Chapter 1142

Chapter 1142

They looked at the saint's cheeks with a touch of red glow, and they were even more convinced of the thoughts in their hearts. At this time, they couldn't help wailing.

"presumptuous!"

Bai Yu realized what these disciples were thinking about at this time, and yelled in sullenness at this time.

"Senior is awe-inspiring, but he is treating me for hidden dangers in my body, what are you thinking about?

Bai Yu's pretty face was slightly cold at this time.

At the same time she thought that she offended the predecessor for this.

These powerful people are angry, and they may not be able to survive.

Just move your fingers to make them disappear, presumably the three palace masters will not say anything.

"Is that true?"

The crowd was facing the scolding, and then they let go of their hearts.

But there are also disciples who still have doubts.

"It's me who was abrupt, saint, I think your breath is a bit disordered, so you should take more rest. Don't work too much on the event."

Some disciples are concerned about Tao.

However, this caused Saint Bai Yu to think of the purpose of the male disciple's coming here, and her face changed again and again, "Don't bother you, if you have this effort, don't step up your cultivation."

Faced with the scolding, everyone left in anguish.

After everyone left, Bai Yu's pretty face showed a blush.

To the inside of the room, apologize, "I also hope that the seniors will not care about this. I will surely punish them in a while."

Seeing no response in the room, Bai Yu left.

But her mood is very good.

Only when she left, there was a man on the side with hatred in his eyes.

His name is Fengling, and he is the quasi-saint son appointed by the king in the island of heaven.

He had already regarded the Saint White Rain as his own impunity and would not allow others to approach.

He was treated coldly by Bai Yu on weekdays, and he had never seen the Saint Bai Yu, who was such a small woman's posture.

I saw him looking into the room, unconsciously revealing the killing intent.

It was not until a moment later that he left.

Lin Yue sat cross-legged in the room, not caring about this matter.

Although he knew he had been targeted.

It's just that in his current vision, it's just one or two mosquitoes flying next to him.

If he really provokes himself, he doesn't mind just slapped to death.

Time passed quickly.

On the second day, Bai Yu brought Lingguo wine and so on, and came to Lin Yue's room.

Didn't leave until two hours later.

This made some people stare attentively, looking at the room vigilantly.

Although they were severely punished yesterday, there were still some people who did not give up and still held hostility towards Lin Yue.

In particular, Feng Ling, the quasi-sage son, seemed to burst into flames in his eyes.

As the candidate who will be participating in the grand event, he has been sitting on countless resources during these thousand years, and he is now in the holy realm.

In Tiandao, the status is even more extraordinary.

The Lord of the Holy Land has even said that in this grand gathering, he will be made a holy son.

This has never happened since the records of Tiandao.

Since Tiandao was established, there has never been a record of the Son of God.

It can be seen how high Fengling's talent is.

He believes that after becoming the Son, marrying the Saint White Rain is a certainty.

But now there is a strong sense of crisis.

Because Lin Yue gave him too much pressure.

From the three palace masters who personally sent Lin Yue here, they knew how much they liked Lin Yue.

"The Saint Bai Yu belongs to me, and no one can **** it from me."

Feng Ling's eyes were cold, so that the place where he practiced, with a radius of several tens of meters, was covered with a layer of frost.

The disciples who practiced by his side shivered even more.

However, after seeing Feng Ling's expression, he dared not say a word, and could only retreat quickly.

What he didn't know was that there were so many dramas in his heart, but Lin Yue didn't take him seriously, and he didn't even look at it straight.

On the third day, the hazy sunlight fell.

Lin Yue was also personally invited by the Lord of the Holy Land to go to the conference hall.

It also includes the white rain saint who is about to break through the holy realm to eliminate hidden dangers in the body.

They left after Lin Yue.

Someone is screaming for the wind, "Why are all those people invited, but the prospective son of my Tiandao Island can't go to the discussion!?"

This is undoubtedly stabbing Fengling's sore spot.

"The Holy Lord's arrangement naturally has its own principles, so concentrate on practicing!"

Feng Ling snorted coldly, and then went to retreat with a cold snort.

In the conference hall.

Bai Xiaoli also left the customs at this time.

I saw that at this time his spiritual consciousness, because of the cultivation of the secret land, has become more and more condensed.

Just the power of divine consciousness makes people instinctively shocked.

The three palace masters all bowed to Bai Xiaoli.

"This is the ancestor, Xiao Yu, don't visit yet!"

The Lord of the Holy Land looked serious.

Saintess Bai Yu looked at Bai Xiaoli above the hall, in a state of divine consciousness.

The coercion of being at the origin surprised her very much.

As one of the Ten Great Demon Kings, the ancestor had only seen ancient books and the stone pillars that came under the island of heaven. Now that she saw the true face, her eyes were extremely pious.

"Meet the ancestors!"

Bai Yu knelt on the ground, pressing his hands on the ground, with an extremely respectful and pious attitude.

For the monk, her age is not very big.

However, he grew up on the island of heaven since he was a child, and he yearned for the deeds of his ancestors.

At this time she looked extremely excited.

"Good talent, get up."

Bai Xiaoli spoke slowly, "You finally did something that satisfied me."

Having said that, he still did not forget to scold the Lord of the Holy Land.

The Lord of the Holy Land was aside, only nodding awkwardly, not daring to have the slightest objection.

This sky island, although it was built by other universes.

Back then, Bai Xiaoli used each other with that universe.

Bai Xiaoli used his own power to create the fox clan, and later gradually replaced the forces here.

Generally speaking, the entire fox family, that is, the ruling class of today's island, is the blood of Bai Xiaoli.

Then came the grand meeting five years from now.

The Lord of the Holy Land took the lead in expressing his worries, "Although we now have the help of the God Kings of the Twelve Universes, our top combat power is still insufficient. If we really arrive at the event, there may be no chance of winning."

They have already got the news that this grand event is very important, and it is very likely that there will be an existence beyond the realm of the gods and participate in it.

This is eleven extremely bad news for Shifangjie.

After a long period of development, plus the consumption of several previous grand gatherings, in the Shifang Realm today, there are only these powerhouses in the Divine King Realm.

"Millions of years ago, our master had hoped to break through the ancestral realm, but was besieged by the other three holy places, and finally drank hatred in the funeral place!"

Speaking of this, the Lord of the Three Palaces showed killing intent in his eyes.

Because their masters were just to cover them, they were cut off and finally beheaded.

And the place of burial is the place where the mysterious factor was born.

If the entire ten holy places are regarded as a string of beads, then the place of burial is a mysterious zone formed in the center of the beads, which is concealed with mystery, which is difficult to understand.

After Bai Xiaoli heard what the Lord of the Three Palaces said, "The juniors who dare to kill me, let them go this time, can I still become the Top Ten Demon King?"

It's just that Bai Xiaoli couldn't make a move at this grand event, and he soon looked at Lin Yue.

Lin Yue stood aside, feeling Bai Xiaoli's eyes coming from them, and couldn't help being dumb.

Lin Yue felt the thorny thing. Millions of years ago, the three holy sites could join forces to kill the former holy master who was about to break through the ancestral realm. In this world, what terrible realm their cultivation level has reached?

The Lord of the Second Palace looked hesitant at this time.

The Lord of the Holy Land looked at the Lord of the Second Palace with a wink, indicating that she didn't need to talk.

Bai Xiaoli's eyes were sharp, and he immediately asked, "Do you have any suggestions, but it's okay to say."

The Lord of the Second Palace apologized to the Lord of the Holy Land, and then stepped forward, "According to what I know, there is actually a strong man in the ten directions. Although the cultivation base has been abolished, he is still in the realm of the main god. "

Bai Xiaoli said softly, "Where is he now?"

"He is now in the Lower Five Elements Continent, and the juniors have tokens and can find him."

The eyes of the second palace master showed sadness.

I saw that she took out a bone order, which still carries the breath of the ancestral realm until now.

The Lord of the Holy Land sighed again and again.

However, I heard the Lord of the Second Palace talk about this strong man's cultivation base has been abolished.

Lin Yue also understood many things.

Among the ten directions, the only one that could pose a threat to the ancestral realm was the enchantment left by Bai Xiaoli.

It must be the strong ancestral realm back then, who once forcibly broke through the island of heaven.

Chapter end

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