Chapter 1322

The chariot moved slowly into the fog.

The fog was so heavy that they could not see the place three feet away from the chariot. If the chariot itself had not formed a defensive circle to prevent the invasion of fog, they would have been hard to meet each other.

Ling Han holds the hand of Tianfeng goddess. In case there is any terror here, he will send his daughter-in-law to the black tower as soon as possible. As for others, it depends on the situation.

After all, they are just showing sympathy for each other, not to mention friendship.

The chariot moves forward, the wheels roll, and there is a huge noise of crushing the earth, which is the power of holy material.

Ling Han's eyes are focused on the front, but no matter how wide his eyes are, it's useless to start the eyes of real vision. The front is still a cloud, if eternal.

However, as he walked, he suddenly opened up in front of him. There was a courtyard. A young man was practicing sword. He was only thirteen or four years old. His breath reached the mountain and river.

It's amazing how big it is to step into the mountains and rivers!

No!

Ling Han quickly shook his head. He was walking in the fog. How could he suddenly see a courtyard with a teenager?

Why, where are the goddess Tianfeng?

Ling Han looked left and right in a hurry, but found that there was no chariot, where there were traces of Tianfeng goddess, Shi Huang and others?

And when he shook his head and looked around, he saw that the boy also stopped practicing his sword and was looking around, moving He as like as two peas.

Is he the boy?

Ling Han raised his hand, the young man also raised his hand, full of confusion.

Am I out of my mind?

Ling Han fought a cold war, suddenly was pulled forward by a strong force, toward the young man ran into the past. But the boy did not seem to find it at all. He was still standing, with no intention of dodging.

Poof!

Two people collided with each other, but no one bumped who fell, but Ling Han, the whole person like water, melted into the young man's body.

At this moment, he was completely integrated with the youth.

No, it's not a unity. Except for a name, the boy has no memory. It's empty. It should be said that his spirit came into the body.

His consciousness is a little fuzzy, two names are tossing in his mind, one is Ling Han, the other is Ding Zizhen.

Who am I?

Ling Han is at a loss. His memory of himself is fading away rapidly. He has only one idea left, that is, his name is Ding Zizhen, others I don't know anything.

He snapped his teeth. He was Ling Han!

The fog was a psychedelic array, which unconsciously affected his mind.

Into the black tower.

Ling Han thought quickly, but found that there was no black tower in his body, as if he had really become Ding Zizhen.

What's going on?

I'm not Ding Zizhen, I'm ling Han!

Ling Han yelled in his body, reminding himself that no black tower is the biggest flaw. Let him catch it and do not lose his original intention.

"Ding Zizhen!" Several young people walked into the courtyard, "it's time to go to the clan contest!"

"Hey, just admit defeat honestly, otherwise you will not be able to practice for another three months."

"Don't you come up with me?"

These teenagers seem to be one or two years older than him, and their strength also needs to be It's a little higher.

Ling Han found that his accomplishments were only the small pole of the sun and moon, and the other side was at least the middle pole, and even the existence of the great pole and the great circle. However, Ling Han is fearless. He has the power of six stars, and even made up the rules. His combat power should be able to break through the six stars!

With the departure of these men, they went through the hall all the way. This place was too big. After a long time of walking, they came to a martial arts training ground. There were many people waiting, old and young, men and women.

Everyone's strength is also different. There are mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars. The weakest is the broken void. It is the baby in his arms.

Hiss, this is not born is broken virtual state?

What the hell is this place, born close to the gods!

What's more, Ling Han was shocked to see that some people occasionally flowed out of the Xinghe river. He was definitely a strong man in Ganges, but he was as honest as others in the crowd.

At the end of the training ground is a high platform with some people sitting on it. Everyone's face is covered by fog, which is very mysterious.

Just took a look, Ling Han has a kind of God and soul have to tear hard.

It's so powerful!

If these people come out at random, they can absolutely cover the sky with one hand. They can smash the stars in the twinkling of their fingers, and a star field can be destroyed by blowing their breath.

Saint?

Even Ganges River can only stand on the sidelines of the field. This high-ranking person must greatly surpass the Ganges River in identity. What is it if he is not a saint? Moreover, saints are divided into four grades. These people are not only small saints, but also great saints and holy kings!"Ding family year-end big match, start!"

As one person yelled, a pair of people entered the field and began to fight. The youngest was only 10 years old. However, there were also the accomplishments of the small extreme in mountain and river territory, which won people's exclamation and admiration.

"It is worthy of Ding Yaolong, the seventy seventh lineal descendant of his ancestor. His ancestral blood is quite pure and thick, and he is so powerful at the age of ten."

"The future is bound to be another important person in our Ding family!"

This young man is very strong. Obviously, he is only a small pole in the mountain and river area, but he can fight a big extreme position. Even after using some secret method, an opponent in the early period of shanhejing's great success was defeated by him.

"Thousands of years!"

"I didn't expect that Yao Long's talent was so powerful that he could use the strength of years in this realm."

"I'm lucky for the Ding family."

On the stage, several powerful and incomparable beings are nodding and praising.

Ding Yaolong came to an end full of praise. After several rounds of fighting, it was Ling Han's turn. It should be Ding Zizhen.

His opponent is also a small pole, but his cultivation is a little higher than him. The difference between the early stage and the middle stage is just one of several teenagers who called Ling Han before.

"Just give up!" The other hand, toward Ling Han hit in the past.

Ling Han counterattacks, but he is surprised to find that he has really become another person.

His body no longer has a strong defense, his strength has not crossed the six stars, all the secrets he has mastered have disappeared.

At present, he is only empty with the strength of the early stage of mountain and river territory, and has not exceeded a star.

Bang!

Reluctantly let after a few moves, Ling Han was kicked by the other side in a hurry.

"Waste!" When kicking, the other side also said a word with his mouth, and his expression was full of contempt.

Ling Han fell to the ground, he wanted to get up and fight again, but a sharp pain hit him, he couldn't bear it, and suddenly fainted.

"Er!" When he suddenly woke up, only to hear such a cry around at the same time.

-- he returned to the chariot, surrounded by still a thick fog, Tianfeng goddess, the stone emperor, the northern emperor, and so on.

Good, so weird!

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