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Chapter 40

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    In this doomed world, how difficult is it to cultivate to the peak of Xuanxian?

    ?In the entire underworld, among the ghost emperors of the five directions, Yan Luo of the ten halls, and seventy-five palace lords, there are only a handful of seven or eight people who can reach the realm of Xuanxian.

    Cui Yu, Emperor Fengdu, is the only Immortal Golden Immortal in the Yin Division.

    It was because he knew he was going to die, and he showed his true feelings in the Fengdu hall, which moved Lin Baixuan, and gave him a "Nine-turn Golden Pill", which restored him to the strength he had in his heyday.

    That is to say, if Monk Hong Xin enters the Yin Division now, he can be dealt with with just a handful of palms!

    Seeing Monk Hong Xin's strength clearly, Lin Baixuan couldn't help being slightly startled, and then his eyes were full of murderous intent.

    It is definitely not a good thing for such a strong opponent to focus on the underworld!

    Seeing that the other party seemed to be stupefied with fright, he did not dodge or dodge the chopping Jie Dao, Monk Hong Xin couldn't help but be overjoyed.

    With a flash of light, the knife had already hit the opponent's shoulder.

    "After all, he's just a low-level little Yin soldier"

    Before he finished his thoughts, he saw that the other party only extended two fingers, and the blade was less than a few inches away from the shoulder, but it was as if cast in clay, and could not go any further.

    "you?"

    Monk Hong Xin's eyes widened involuntarily.

    Lin Baixuan didn't pay attention to Hong Xin's astonishment, but looked playfully at the blade between his fingers.

    "It turns out that this sword is not a physical body, but a 'soul sword' condensed by your magic power."

    With a little concentration on his fingertips, the Jie Knife suddenly broke inch by inch, and the fragments fell down and turned into specks of dust, which then floated into the air.

    "so¡­¡­"

    Lin Baixuan grabbed it with his backhand in a leisurely manner, and a phantom that sneaked up from behind was caught by his throat in the air, and then turned into a real body.

    But the monk Hong Xin standing in front of him gradually faded to nothingness.

    "As long as you move your mind, all the phantoms in this banner gate can be turned into reality, or can be turned into reality?"

    With a "bang", it was the entity that was grabbed by Lin Baixuan and torn to pieces.

    Another Hong Xin came out of the Qimen, nodded grimly and said, "So what if you see through it? Could it be that you can break through my Qimen Dun?"

    "Flag door escape?"

    Lin Baixuan looked up calmly, and said slowly: "You mentioned Qimen Dun, but I think of a famous ancient immortal."

    Monk Hong Xin's complexion changed, he laughed and said, "How many ancient immortals do you know, you brat with no hair at all? It really makes people laugh out loud."

    "Really?" Lin Baixuan turned his head to stare at Monk Hong Xin, and said word by word, "It just so happens that the name of that person is somewhat similar to yours."

    "He once studied Taoism on Jinao Island, and he is proficient in martial arts and Taoism."

    "He used to be the commander-in-chief of Yiguan, and was named a marshal. He was in charge of the military and was greatly favored by the king!"

    "It's a pity that such a hero turned his back on his former teacher and became a traitor!"

    Monk Hong Xin's complexion gradually became ugly, and he suddenly shouted angrily: "Shut up! Who are you?"

    Lin Baixuan took the time to pat the hem of his clothes, and said with a smile, "Why do you need to worry about it, a nobody?"

    He raised his hand slowly, and said loudly: "This palm, please give me some pointers!"

    Before Monk Hong Xin had time to speak, he saw a towering giant palm crashing down, the palm was covered with thunder and fire, and there were many swords in the thunder and fire, hitting him on the head with a mighty momentum.

    Seeing the power of that palm, Monk Hong Xin suddenly changed his face, and shouted strangely: "You have pure immortality in your body, where did you learn it from?"

    Lin Baixuan snorted coldly, and shouted: "Today we have to clean up the house!"

    Seeing that the giant palm is falling more and more quickly, and only hearing a thunderbolt that shakes the sky, how can the huge banner gate withstand such a strong force?  All of a sudden, it fell apart and disappeared.

    No matter where Monk Hong Xin's body is hiding, he will be crushed by this slap!

    The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Lin Baixuan looked at the huge palm print on the ground, but his face was extremely calm, and there was no hint of joy.

    With one palm, the flag gate was smashed clean, but there was only one crushed white lotus on the ground.

    "Such a character should definitely not be a little Xuanxian! His real body is really not here."

    "Destroying a white lotus avatar of him will inevitably hurt his vitality, and he will not make trouble again in a short time!"

      Almost at the same time, in a mountain abode thousands of miles away, a middle-aged man who was meditating suddenly turned pale and spit out a mouthful of blood.

    After a long while, he gradually returned to normal, with anger and fear on his face.

    Among them, there is still an inexplicable and unclear meaning.

    With trembling lips, he murmured: "Is there another descendant of the Shangqing lineage"

    "IIhow should I deal with myself?"

    He raised his head, revealing a pale and handsome face, which looked exactly like Monk Hong Xin.

    There were soft footsteps outside the door, and someone asked softly outside: "Mr. Hong, the leader called you to discuss matters!"

    Hierarch?

    Mr. Hong was in a trance, and inexplicably thought of a tall and thin figure who was lonely and lonely.

    He collected himself and replied, "Got it, I'll go right away!"

    The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, Mr. Hong straightened his clothes, then pushed the door out and came to a large hall on the mountain peak.

    Seeing someone coming in, a thin middle-aged man in the hall slowly opened his eyes.

    This man has long hair draped over his shoulders, a pale face, wearing a plain robe, and his deep pupils are shining with divine light.

    The two looked at each other, and the middle-aged man in white asked suspiciously, "Are you injured?"

    Mr. Hong hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "The clone of Bailian is dead!"

    "Oh?" The middle-aged man in white was surprised, "With your ability, there are very few people in the world who can kill your avatar. Who on earth has such a great ability to make your avatar unable to even escape?"

    Mr. Hong hesitated for a moment, but shook his head without making a sound.

    The middle-aged man in white thought for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's okay! Losing a white lotus avatar will just destroy your thousand-year mana power, and you will lose some magical effects. When I find time, I will take a four-leaf white lotus with you, and spend some time to retrain it.  !"

    Mr. Hong hesitated again and again, shook his head and said: "The teacher's kindness, Hong accepts it. It's just that the white lotus avatar is of no great use. If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed. I don't want to spend any more effort to practice again!"

    Hearing the decadent meaning in his words, the middle-aged man in white frowned, stared at Mr. Hong for a while, and said slowly: "Mr. Hong, you are also a person who has been in love for a long time, so don't mess up your mind because of a little thing.  !"

    Mr. Hong hesitated to speak, and after a while he nodded his head solemnly and replied: "Mr. Hong knows the seriousness!"

    The middle-aged man in white stood up slowly, and sighed softly: "I know that you have reincarnated and recultivated, and you have gone through countless worlds. Maybe you still have some concerns in your heart. But you have to know that in this era of degenerated dharma, if you don't give up  I'm afraid I won't even have the chance to be reincarnated in the future"

    He emphasized his tone, and said word by word: "The last catastrophe is still vivid in my mind, and now it is another catastrophe. You must not repeat the same mistakes! After all, you are the former Longde Xingjun and the current Bailian protector"

    "¡ª¡ª Hong Jin!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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