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In other words, as scientists say, the left brain dominates "desire" and the right brain dominates "morality.". Shangjin immortal needs tianyidao with endless desire to become stronger, rather than Tan Qingsheng who is indecisive and wants to escape from Kunlun.
But where does this woman's voice come from?
Why does the voice come from the place where traitors are held? Holding many doubts, the middle-aged man took a careful look.
It turns out that there is a woman in Tan Qingsheng's empty face, like a puppet. Bare chested and naked, the white fat looks a little nauseous at night, and its thick legs are like a sow to be slaughtered hopping on a weight.
See the back of the moment, the middle-aged man from a goose bumps, but also understand her origin.
I only heard the woman cheering and swearing, slapping Tan Qingsheng in the face.
His nose bone was broken, eyebrow angle also split, thick blood seems to make women more happy and selfless, did not notice the shadow of the middle-aged.
"It's elder poison! Why is that woman here? "
"By the way, it seems that this scorpion woman once courted tianyidao in Kunlun, but she was scolded and refused. I thought the poison elder would be safe from now on, but if she was a prisoner today, she would come to recover her face. "
The middle-aged man frowned angrily. It was a good time for him to come. Today, all the senior elders gathered in Kunlun temple to hold a meeting, and the guard power of the prison weakened. Did the poison elder also take the opportunity to exploit the loopholes?
He was full of anxiety, hoping that the poison elder would end this "farce" soon.
The middle-aged man waited for half an hour before the elder poison came out with his clothes on. She's a short, bucket woman with black, weird dye on her nails. The poison elder turned his head and looked at the depth of the cell contemptuously: "self-sustaining and lofty, in the end, is it not reduced to a plaything? The golden fairy has a white eyed wolf. "
After that, the poison elder wriggled his waist and left. The middle-aged man was relieved after a while, opened the iron fence and stepped into it.
The middle-aged man immediately smelled an indescribable smell. He frowned tightly and squeezed his nose hard. The strange smell was mixed with the rotten meat on Tan Qingsheng's body. The smell was pungent and almost made him faint.
As soon as he fixed his eyes, Tan Qingsheng, who was tied to the iron pillar, was numbly open and dying. His eyes were as dry as the ground cracked after the drought, and two lines of dried blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
He was almost the same as a dead man, except that the slightest breath proved that he was still alive.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man's heart bristles, and he doesn't know how the poison elder can deal with a living dead man.
Tan Qingsheng's eyes have no expression. The elder poison left, and the middle-aged man came in, and he didn't show much fluctuation. In fact, his pupils were a little lax and confused, and he could only see the vague outline of the person in front of him.
Tan Qingsheng wants to speak, but his mouth is as if he had been killed by cement, and his body can't produce any strength.
"It's terrible." The middle-aged man sighed again. He fumbled for a while from his arms, took out a light red pill, pried Tan Qingsheng's mouth open, and sent it in with his internal power wrapped in the pill.
Looking at the confused Tan Qingsheng, the middle-aged man suddenly understood why so many female friars in Kunlun never forget him. That face looks like a wounded animal. It can't help but arouse a woman's motherhood. Besides, Tan Qingsheng's eyes and eyebrows are picturesque. He looks like a woman. The middle-aged man thinks maliciously that maybe the poison elder has a special hobby and takes Tan Qingsheng as her son, who is half female and half male?
"Well. Cough. "
A slight cough came from Tan Qingsheng's throat. His chest heaved up and down, and he vomited a lot of purple black blood, which looked terrible. But on the other hand, his face is much better.
"Now, should you be able to hear me clearly?" The middle-aged man held out a hand with a smile and shook it in front of Tan Qingsheng.
That dark pupil with the middle-aged hand and shake, although Tan Qingsheng still can't speak, but already have a certain consciousness.
The middle-aged man said, "listen, I want you to do something."
"I put the soul fixing pearl beside a statue at the foot of the west mountain. You can take it and give it to someone."
Tan Qingsheng looks at the middle-aged man puzzled, with a wisp of bitterness in his eyes. He is now a prisoner. Immortal Shangjin constantly torments his will and wants to completely destroy his personality as "Tan Qingsheng". At that time, he will become a machine that only listens to Shangjin. How can he help others?
"You'll leave in three days. Someone is coming to redeem you. " The middle-aged man's expression is a little indifferent, "what I can do is this, the rest, you think of your own way, success or failure has nothing to do with me."
Middle aged people are ready to leave for fear that they will change if they are late. At this time, Tan Qingsheng's lips moved, and the middle-aged man glanced, "you ask me, who is going to save you?"
Anyway, it's not a secret. The middle-aged man said frankly, "Lin Qixuan." He dropped the name and left in a hurry.
In the dark cell, there is only the pattering sound of drops of water. Perhaps thanks to the effect of pills, Tan Qingsheng's eyes are a little more radiant.…
…
The next morning.
After a night's rest, Lin Nan opens his eyes and feels refreshed. He stretched out comfortably, and found that the three spirit stones beside his pillow had been used up, and the inner Qi in his elixir field had recovered to more than 50%.
If you put it in the Sahara desert, it's impossible. There are dragon veins at the foot of Mount Emei, and the aura is far more abundant than that of the outside world. Otherwise, if you want to fill up the elixir fields, it will take time and effort.
Lin Nan opened the curtain, the glare of light came in, the outside sunshine is good, cloudless, he is in a better mood, he went out to play a few sets of boxing.
Then his eyes rested on a token in his arms. It's the "pass" of LianJian pavilion that he asked from Zhangjiao last night. With this token, you can choose a flying sword of your own life.
"It's not too late. Let's go now. If the legend of LianJian Pavilion is true, maybe I can get an immortal weapon. At that time, I will be sure to build a foundation. "
Lin Nan is full of motivation. There are three days left before he goes to Kunlun. He wants to become stronger in three days as much as possible.
Through the battle between Emei and Fengqing Jianxian, Lin Nan understood a lot. His thunderstorm sword area can really threaten the foundation, but it is only in the early stage! Moreover, thunderstorm sword area consumes a large amount of internal Qi. If it exceeds ten breath, Lin Nan will not be able to hold on. If he continues, his life will be in danger.
But it's still too difficult to kill and build a foundation in ten breaths. Now Lin Nan still has to make thirty-six plans to go for a monk of that level.
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In other words, as scientists say, the left brain dominates "desire" and the right brain dominates "morality.". Shangjin immortal needs tianyidao with endless desire to become stronger, rather than Tan Qingsheng who is indecisive and wants to escape from Kunlun.
But where does this woman's voice come from?
Why does the voice come from the place where traitors are held? Holding many doubts, the middle-aged man took a careful look.
It turns out that there is a woman in Tan Qingsheng's empty face, like a puppet. Bare chested and naked, the white fat looks a little nauseous at night, and its thick legs are like a sow to be slaughtered hopping on a weight.
See the back of the moment, the middle-aged man from a goose bumps, but also understand her origin.
I only heard the woman cheering and swearing, slapping Tan Qingsheng in the face.
His nose bone was broken, eyebrow angle also split, thick blood seems to make women more happy and selfless, did not notice the shadow of the middle-aged.
"It's elder poison! Why is that woman here? "
"By the way, it seems that this scorpion woman once courted tianyidao in Kunlun, but she was scolded and refused. I thought the poison elder would be safe from now on, but if she was a prisoner today, she would come to recover her face. "
The middle-aged man frowned angrily. It was a good time for him to come. Today, all the senior elders gathered in Kunlun temple to hold a meeting, and the guard power of the prison weakened. Did the poison elder also take the opportunity to exploit the loopholes?
He was full of anxiety, hoping that the poison elder would end this "farce" soon.
The middle-aged man waited for half an hour before the elder poison came out with his clothes on. She's a short, bucket woman with black, weird dye on her nails. The poison elder turned his head and looked at the depth of the cell contemptuously: "self-sustaining and lofty, in the end, is it not reduced to a plaything? The golden fairy has a white eyed wolf. "
After that, the poison elder wriggled his waist and left. The middle-aged man was relieved after a while, opened the iron fence and stepped into it.
The middle-aged man immediately smelled an indescribable smell. He frowned tightly and squeezed his nose hard. The strange smell was mixed with the rotten meat on Tan Qingsheng's body. The smell was pungent and almost made him faint.
As soon as he fixed his eyes, Tan Qingsheng, who was tied to the iron pillar, was numbly open and dying. His eyes were as dry as the ground cracked after the drought, and two lines of dried blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
He was almost the same as a dead man, except that the slightest breath proved that he was still alive.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man's heart bristles, and he doesn't know how the poison elder can deal with a living dead man.
Tan Qingsheng's eyes have no expression. The elder poison left, and the middle-aged man came in, and he didn't show much fluctuation. In fact, his pupils were a little lax and confused, and he could only see the vague outline of the person in front of him.
Tan Qingsheng wants to speak, but his mouth is as if he had been killed by cement, and his body can't produce any strength.
"It's terrible." The middle-aged man sighed again. He fumbled for a while from his arms, took out a light red pill, pried Tan Qingsheng's mouth open, and sent it in with his internal power wrapped in the pill.
Looking at the confused Tan Qingsheng, the middle-aged man suddenly understood why so many female friars in Kunlun never forget him. That face looks like a wounded animal. It can't help but arouse a woman's motherhood. Besides, Tan Qingsheng's eyes and eyebrows are picturesque. He looks like a woman. The middle-aged man thinks maliciously that maybe the poison elder has a special hobby and takes Tan Qingsheng as her son, who is half female and half male?
"Well. Cough. "
A slight cough came from Tan Qingsheng's throat. His chest heaved up and down, and he vomited a lot of purple black blood, which looked terrible. But on the other hand, his face is much better.
"Now, should you be able to hear me clearly?" The middle-aged man held out a hand with a smile and shook it in front of Tan Qingsheng.
That dark pupil with the middle-aged hand and shake, although Tan Qingsheng still can't speak, but already have a certain consciousness.
The middle-aged man said, "listen, I want you to do something."
"I put the soul fixing pearl beside a statue at the foot of the west mountain. You can take it and give it to someone."
Tan Qingsheng looks at the middle-aged man puzzled, with a wisp of bitterness in his eyes. He is now a prisoner. Immortal Shangjin constantly torments his will and wants to completely destroy his personality as "Tan Qingsheng". At that time, he will become a machine that only listens to Shangjin. How can he help others?
"You'll leave in three days. Someone is coming to redeem you. " The middle-aged man's expression is a little indifferent, "what I can do is this, the rest, you think of your own way, success or failure has nothing to do with me."
Middle aged people are ready to leave for fear that they will change if they are late. At this time, Tan Qingsheng's lips moved, and the middle-aged man glanced, "you ask me, who is going to save you?"
Anyway, it's not a secret. The middle-aged man said frankly, "Lin Qixuan." He dropped the name and left in a hurry.
In the dark cell, there is only the pattering sound of drops of water. Perhaps thanks to the effect of pills, Tan Qingsheng's eyes are a little more radiant.…
…
The next morning.
After a night's rest, Lin Nan opens his eyes and feels refreshed. He stretched out comfortably, and found that the three spirit stones beside his pillow had been used up, and the inner Qi in his elixir field had recovered to more than 50%.
If you put it in the Sahara desert, it's impossible. There are dragon veins at the foot of Mount Emei, and the aura is far more abundant than that of the outside world. Otherwise, if you want to fill up the elixir fields, it will take time and effort.
Lin Nan opened the curtain, the glare of light came in, the outside sunshine is good, cloudless, he is in a better mood, he went out to play a few sets of boxing.
Then his eyes rested on a token in his arms. It's the "pass" of LianJian pavilion that he asked from Zhangjiao last night. With this token, you can choose a flying sword of your own life.
"It's not too late. Let's go now. If the legend of LianJian Pavilion is true, maybe I can get an immortal weapon. At that time, I will be sure to build a foundation. "
Lin Nan is full of motivation. There are three days left before he goes to Kunlun. He wants to become stronger in three days as much as possible.
Through the battle between Emei and Fengqing Jianxian, Lin Nan understood a lot. His thunderstorm sword area can really threaten the foundation, but it is only in the early stage! Moreover, thunderstorm sword area consumes a large amount of internal Qi. If it exceeds ten breath, Lin Nan will not be able to hold on. If he continues, his life will be in danger.
But it's still too difficult to kill and build a foundation in ten breaths. Now Lin Nan still has to make thirty-six plans to go for a monk of that level.
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In other words, as scientists say, the left brain dominates "desire" and the right brain dominates "morality.". Shangjin immortal needs tianyidao with endless desire to become stronger, rather than Tan Qingsheng who is indecisive and wants to escape from Kunlun. But where does this woman's voice come from? Why does the voice come from the place where traitors are held? Holding many doubts, the middle-aged man took a careful look. It turns out that there is a woman in Tan Qingsheng's empty face, like a puppet. Bare chested and naked, the white fat looks a little nauseous at night, and its thick legs are like a sow to be slaughtered hopping on a weight. See the back of the moment, the middle-aged man from a goose bumps, but also understand her origin. I only heard the woman cheering and swearing, slapping Tan Qingsheng in the face. His nose bone was broken, eyebrow angle also split, thick blood seems to make women more happy and selfless, did not notice the shadow of the middle-aged. "It's elder poison! Why is that woman here? " "By the way, it seems that this scorpion woman once courted tianyidao in Kunlun, but she was scolded and refused. I thought the poison elder would be safe from now on, but if she was a prisoner today, she would come to recover her face. " The middle-aged man frowned angrily. It was a good time for him to come. Today, all the senior elders gathered in Kunlun temple to hold a meeting, and the guard power of the prison weakened. Did the poison elder also take the opportunity to exploit the loopholes? He was full of anxiety, hoping that the poison elder would end this "farce" soon. The middle-aged man waited for half an hour before the elder poison came out with his clothes on. She's a short, bucket woman with black, weird dye on her nails. The poison elder turned his head and looked at the depth of the cell contemptuously: "self-sustaining and lofty, in the end, is it not reduced to a plaything? The golden fairy has a white eyed wolf. " After that, the poison elder wriggled his waist and left. The middle-aged man was relieved after a while, opened the iron fence and stepped into it. The middle-aged man immediately smelled an indescribable smell. He frowned tightly and squeezed his nose hard. The strange smell was mixed with the rotten meat on Tan Qingsheng's body. The smell was pungent and almost made him faint. As soon as he fixed his eyes, Tan Qingsheng, who was tied to the iron pillar, was numbly open and dying. His eyes were as dry as the ground cracked after the drought, and two lines of dried blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. He was almost the same as a dead man, except that the slightest breath proved that he was still alive. Seeing this, the middle-aged man's heart bristles, and he doesn't know how the poison elder can deal with a living dead man. Tan Qingsheng's eyes have no expression. The elder poison left, and the middle-aged man came in, and he didn't show much fluctuation. In fact, his pupils were a little lax and confused, and he could only see the vague outline of the person in front of him. Tan Qingsheng wants to speak, but his mouth is as if he had been killed by cement, and his body can't produce any strength. "It's terrible." The middle-aged man sighed again. He fumbled for a while from his arms, took out a light red pill, pried Tan Qingsheng's mouth open, and sent it in with his internal power wrapped in the pill. Looking at the confused Tan Qingsheng, the middle-aged man suddenly understood why so many female friars in Kunlun never forget him. That face looks like a wounded animal. It can't help but arouse a woman's motherhood. Besides, Tan Qingsheng's eyes and eyebrows are picturesque. He looks like a woman. The middle-aged man thinks maliciously that maybe the poison elder has a special hobby and takes Tan Qingsheng as her son, who is half female and half male? "Well. Cough. " A slight cough came from Tan Qingsheng's throat. His chest heaved up and down, and he vomited a lot of purple black blood, which looked terrible. But on the other hand, his face is much better. "Now, should you be able to hear me clearly?" The middle-aged man held out a hand with a smile and shook it in front of Tan Qingsheng. That dark pupil with the middle-aged hand and shake, although Tan Qingsheng still can't speak, but already have a certain consciousness. The middle-aged man said, "listen, I want you to do something." "I put the soul fixing pearl beside a statue at the foot of the west mountain. You can take it and give it to someone." Tan Qingsheng looks at the middle-aged man puzzled, with a wisp of bitterness in his eyes. He is now a prisoner. Immortal Shangjin constantly torments his will and wants to completely destroy his personality as "Tan Qingsheng". At that time, he will become a machine that only listens to Shangjin. How can he help others? "You'll leave in three days. Someone is coming to redeem you. " The middle-aged man's expression is a little indifferent, "what I can do is this, the rest, you think of your own way, success or failure has nothing to do with me." Middle aged people are ready to leave for fear that they will change if they are late. At this time, Tan Qingsheng's lips moved, and the middle-aged man glanced, "you ask me, who is going to save you?" Anyway, it's not a secret. The middle-aged man said frankly, "Lin Qixuan." He dropped the name and left in a hurry. In the dark cell, there is only the pattering sound of drops of water. Perhaps thanks to the effect of pills, Tan Qingsheng's eyes are a little more radiant. The next morning. After a night's rest, Lin Nan opens his eyes and feels refreshed. He stretched out comfortably, and found that the three spirit stones beside his pillow had been used up, and the inner Qi in his elixir field had recovered to more than 50%. If you put it in the Sahara desert, it's impossible. There are dragon veins at the foot of Mount Emei, and the aura is far more abundant than that of the outside world. Otherwise, if you want to fill up the elixir fields, it will take time and effort. Lin Nan opened the curtain, the glare of light came in, the outside sunshine is good, cloudless, he is in a better mood, he went out to play a few sets of boxing. Then his eyes rested on a token in his arms. It's the "pass" of LianJian pavilion that he asked from Zhangjiao last night. With this token, you can choose a flying sword of your own life. "It's not too late. Let's go now. If the legend of LianJian Pavilion is true, maybe I can get an immortal weapon. At that time, I will be sure to build a foundation. " Lin Nan is full of motivation. There are three days left before he goes to Kunlun. He wants to become stronger in three days as much as possible. Through the battle between Emei and Fengqing Jianxian, Lin Nan understood a lot. His thunderstorm sword area can really threaten the foundation, but it is only in the early stage! Moreover, thunderstorm sword area consumes a large amount of internal Qi. If it exceeds ten breath, Lin Nan will not be able to hold on. If he continues, his life will be in danger. But it's still too difficult to kill and build a foundation in ten breaths. Now Lin Nan still has to make thirty-six plans to go for a monk of that level. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
