Chapter 1840： Master of the sorcerer's secret

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Seeing that the ancestors of the mixed yuan are going to fall into the hands of the nine nights, Ye Lingyue is also anxious.

She didn't show up at the moment, and her appearance was not a nine-night opponent.

The old ancestors of the mixed yuan can't have anything, and the ancestors of the mixed yuan know a lot of secrets of Ye Lingyue. In case of being shackled by the nine nights, it is inevitable that he will use any extraordinary means, and the things of the prison will be exposed. Needless to say, Ye Lingyue is still on the bamboo in the North Palace.

But now, she has no helper.

At the time of the millennium, Ye Lingyue remembered something.

"Old guy, help the hand, if my person is taken away, the Red Emperor Mausoleum will not be able to keep it."

Ye Lingyue did not forget the mysterious voice in the mystery of the tattooist.

Although I don't know what the other party is, it seems that he has a great relationship with the Red Emperor's Mausoleum. It is probably the guardian of the Red Emperor's Mausoleum.

But that was just speculation, but I couldn’t think of it, but it was misunderstood by Ye Lingyue.

"No big or no small, I am the founder of the Red Emperor's Mausoleum, the heart of the heart."

The mysterious voice apparently did not expect that Ye Lingyue would actually ask for help from him, and the tone was also with the meaning of sorrow. To know that as one of the builders of the Ming Tombs, Chi Xinchen has since established the sorcerer’s secret. No tattooist dared to talk to him in this tone.

"Where is the heart of the singer, I am in charge of your size. I tell you the truth, this man is very strong. I can't help him with my people. You can sit and watch him ruin the Red Emperor's Mausoleum and find the pattern." In the mystery, I will help you and kill him."

Ye Lingyue made a movement to wipe the neck.

She has been waiting for nine nights.

Especially when he was in the gryphon hills, he still wanted to be thin.

This **** man, after rolling out the **** of the laborer, rolled up Hong Mingyue, actually dared to hit her idea, she could not wait to wipe him a knife.

There is no chance in the front of the leaves, but now in the Mausoleum of the Red Emperor, and the owner of the sorcerer’s secret, Ye Lingyue’s life is killing.

"Desperate, he is a godsend, you can't kill him."

But Ye Lingyue’s thoughts sprouted for a while, and it was ruthlessly obliterated by Chi Xinchen.

Chi Xinchen is not blind, although the nine nights have concealed his power, but God is God, even if it is the red heart of the heyday, using the highest spiritual pattern he masters, there is no way to kill a god.

Xu saw the suspicion of Ye Lingyue's face, and Chi Xinchen added a weak one.

"However, I can point you to teach him lessons."

Ye Lingyue had already smashed his face and turned his head to turn fine.

"How do you teach? No, do you point me to the lesson, the meaning of the words, or do I have to do it myself?"

“The third round of the creator of the sorcerer’s secret has been opened.”

Chi Xinchen did not answer Ye Lingyue’s words, but reopened the sorcerer’s secret.

"Wait, old guy!"

Ye Lingyue heard it and got mad.

When is it, this **** old guy actually wants her to participate in the assessment.

"I am the heart of the heart."

"..."

Ye Lingyue's face is so eager to see that the ancestors of the mixed yuan are already the end of the strong, but in desperation, they still promised the heart of the heart.

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The voice of the singer’s heart was lost, and Ye Lingyue’s eyes were covered with a thick black crepe manual.

The sculptist, from ancient times to the present, is divided into so-called spirits and sculptists.

As the name suggests, the spiritist draws the spirit and enhances the aura, and the sculptist does the opposite and strengthens the suffocation.

Ye Lingyue mastered the spirit pattern earlier, but did not master the crepe pattern, so she failed to become a mid-level pattern master when she passed the second round of assessment.

Learn to master three hundred patterns?

Ye Lingyue heard a first two big, what does this have to do with her lesson?

At this time, the ancestors of the mixed yuan had been forced to end the road for nine nights, and his voice was horrified.

"Master, his subordinates can't hold back."

The front is already a dead end. During the nine nights, the dark mansions and the palms of the hands, a thick and powerful force condenses into a sharp blade and comes out.

At this moment, Ye Lingyue noticed that on the side of the dead corner, there were more than a dozen broken monsters and wrecks, which was the group of monsters that were killed when they passed through this place nine nights.

The wreckage of these monsters is still faintly visible.

Ye Lingyue’s pupil suddenly shrank, looked at the handprint of the handprint, and suddenly understood the intention of the heart of the heart.

"Oh, it’s actually used now, the old guy is still selling off, don’t say it."

Ye Lingyue took a sip and flipped his pages to find the crepe that could repair the enhanced monster.

"It's you guys."

Ye Lingyue quickly found several kinds of demon lines that can be used for repair.

Her heart moved and she gathered her spirits.

This is the moon leaves Lingyue trapped in the plotter's secret, especially in the second round of assessment, was forced to temporarily hold the Buddha's feet to learn hundreds of spiritual patterns, and is the last request to draw one-time.

When she first tried to draw, she even had a dead heart. Later, it was slowly numb.

But until she opened the crepe manual and began to use the mental power to draw and repair the crepe, she discovered that this month's assessment, the benefits are quite deep.

Ordinary pattern master, pondering a pattern, at least need to comprehend a few hours, but Ye Lingyue just lost a trace of the demon's body, the brain clearly shows the basic lines and breaks of the demon pattern.

She was almost in the blink of an eye and had already determined where the monsters needed to be repaired.

At the same time, the mental power flocked to the dozen or so monsters.

At this time, I haven't found it in the nine nights, and some people are doing things in the dark.

The ancestors of the mixed yuan were forced to retreat to a dead end.

"the host?"

The ancestors of the mixed yuan were so anxious that they were sweating, and the power of his body was greatly reduced under the horrible pressure of the nine nights.

"Do you think that someone else can save you at this time?"

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Just as the old ancestors of the mixed lord had nowhere to go, behind him, there was a subtle sensation, like the sound of the wind and the grass.

This is especially awkward in the quiet Red Emperor's Mausoleum.

Even the ancestors of the mixed yuan have forgotten to be in danger and look back subconsciously.

This look, I saw a dozen or so monsters in the eyes of the light flashed, the body of the demon resurgence.

Whizzing--

More than a dozen figure, while plucking, those goals are consistent, flying toward the ninth night.