Chapter 680

Quiet.

It was quiet.

All of them quickly knelt down, dare not move a step, and their bodies all trembled slightly. One can even wipe out the existence of the three great ancestral forces. Once they get angry, let alone them, the whole snowy ancestral land will suffer.

Bai Xuanshi also knelt down in fear.

I dare not lift my head.

She had just reacted. She seemed to have offended a master of even ancestral land who was willing to be a slave.

Regret!

Deep regret!

I knew that.

At the beginning, she should listen to her master. Maybe everything can maintain the status quo. Bai Xuan's poem is the first young monk in the snow region. It's not too difficult for her to win the heaven in the future.

Even to achieve the coexistence of heaven and earth.

Will no longer be fantasy.

Because.

Today, she has reached the peak of hongmengjing. She also opens a cave of imperial position, which is better than the ancestral land in the snowy region. In those days, these leaders were even stronger. Her talent is only inferior to her master.

If you let her be here again.

Open three or four imperial acupoints.

The future of her.

Maybe there is hope to become the fifth monk who has reached the level of coexistence of heaven and earth after the Lord of the four ancestral places.

But now

Seeing that Chu Lingxiao was angry, the sky standing beside him was like dusk. He hurriedly came over and knelt down in front of Chu Lingxiao. His voice trembled:

"big My Lord, atonement, Bai Xuan's poem just forgot his identity for a while. In a hurry, he offended my Lord. Please don't be angry. "

In fact, the sky is like dusk.

Such a result has been expected.

His apprentice Bai Xuan's poetry, who refused to be promoted twice before, fell into his eyes. Let alone twice, it started from the first time. Tianrumu actually knew in his heart that most of his apprentice had lost a great chance.

Just.

When he was a teacher, he still had a glimmer of hope, and wanted to get another chance for Bai Xuan's poem. But he didn't expect that he just opened his mouth for a long time, and Bai Xuan's poem refused for the second time.

He was then.

I already know.

His apprentice, Bai Xuanshi, has no hope!

Until this time.

He thought that Chu Lingxiao would refuse, but he didn't expect that Chu Lingxiao would be angry, which he didn't expect at all.

"Please make atonement, sir. I'm a disciple who made a mistake. Please look at my whole ancestral land of snowy land, for the sake of being obedient to the land of all worlds. Forgive him this time."

The poem of Bai Xuan on one side.

Already scared shiver.

Because.

She had already felt that there was an extremely cold and fierce atmosphere around her body, which made her hair stand up involuntarily.

More feel blood, as if coagulated.

Cold!

Cold!

Only then did Bai Xuanshi realize that she was just too similar. Of course, what kind of identity she was, what kind of identity she was, and what kind of identity she was. After she refused twice, she asked men to promote her throne. It was naive.

Regret!

In the same way, Bai Xuan's heart at the moment is like a knife cutting in the heart. All the things she regrets want to spit blood.

Such a good chance!

Myself!

But he let it, living, go from his own eyes.

Bang.

The next moment.

As soon as Chu Lingxiao pointed it out, a brilliant light was immensely submerged in the body of Bai Xuan's poem.

"For the sake of your master's pleading, I'll spare you this time, but it's hard to avoid a capital crime, a living crime and a three-month cultivation."

Hear that.

Bai Xuanshi's face immediately changed.

In the next three months, she will become a mortal without cultivation?

Three months!

For the prodigy of Tianzong, we can completely open some distance with our opponents.

Let alone.

Now the descendants of all the zushuai level figures have opened the imperial cave. Just a hand in hand is the best proof. The leader of her ancestral land, the disciple who taught herself, was defeated in less than half a breath of incense.

She was with these people.

There is already a huge gap.

Another three months, that doesn't mean that she has no hope to catch up with these people?!

But I haven't waited for Bai Xuan's poem to open up.

She had already felt that her whole body's strength seemed to be out of the question. Bai Xuanshi realized that her Dantian was directly sealed.

A trace of heaven and Earth Spirit.

I can't feel it.

This moment.

Bai Xuan's poetry is completely muddled.

Dantian was also sealed.

Then in the next three months, she will become an unarmed mortal completely?

"I have finished what I want to do. In the future, remember your ancestral status in the snow area. Do you understand?"

The next moment.

Chu Lingxiao slowly stood up for a moment, the faint voice, immediately reverberated in the ears of all the people in the audience again, but it was also frightening all the zushuai level figures, including tianru twilight, as well as the descendants, hurriedly lowered their heads, dare not say a word at all.

It's like a cold sweat in the evening.

It's also going down.

Chu Lingxiao can't tell the meaning of this sentence. It's a warning to him and the whole snow land. In the future, we need to see our identity clearly. It's not the ancestral land force that was superior to all living beings. Now, the whole snow land is just a world attached to the world.

"Sir, don't worry. If you say that, I will keep it in mind, and you will..."

But.

Just as Tian rumu was frightened and trembling, he said these words and raised his head carefully. Tian rumu found that Chu Lingxiao, who was just standing in front of him, had left their snow field ancestral land at the moment.

You can't help it.

Day such as evening straight pharynx throat, looked around kneeling a people, silent after a few seconds, suddenly helplessly sighed, stood up and said:

"all up, that has gone."

Hear that.

All Zu Shuai level figures, as well as future generations, dare to raise their heads and find that Chu Lingxiao has gone and can't help but stand up.

The house was full of joy.

The whole house is full of worries.

Happy people, of course, are a group of zushuai level figures, because their descendants have opened the imperial cave.

Worried people.

Nature is Bai Xuan's poem.

After a few seconds of silence, she looked at the sky like dusk and said: "master, please help the disciple and ask him for help. Don't give me three months of cultivation. How can you spend the three months?"

But it's like dusk, but it's a face, and then it sinks.

"Master, you..."

"Shut up!"

Just as Bai Xuan's poem wanted to talk, it was directly interrupted by the cold voice of the sky like dusk.

"Is it possible for you to offend the dignity of such a strong man? Today, if it were not for this magnanimity, our whole snowy ancestral land would suffer. Would it be possible for you to restore your cultivation?"

"In these three months, you can be a real man!"

This moment.

At the moment of hearing these words, Bai Xuan's poem was like a balloon, regretful and lost, and collapsed on the ground.