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Chapter 629 The peak of demon birth

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    This master of cultivating immortals definitely didn¡¯t want to expose his identity, so he acted like this.

    Otherwise, he would have made it clear long ago!

    He glanced at Linghua. At this moment, he finally knew why Linghua kept winking at him before. It was to warn him that the master of cultivating immortals was coming!

    It¡¯s a pity that at that time, I didn¡¯t know it at all!

    Actually, at this moment, not only did he know Mo Fan¡¯s identity, but even the honest young man Zhong Shan also knew Mo Fan¡¯s true identity!

    at this time.

    In the void, an escaping light came quickly.

    Mo Fan looked up and saw a blond monk approaching quickly.

    The blond monk's face was full of anger, and it was obvious that he was in anger.

    I don¡¯t know who offended this blond monk.

    "Is this monk's male hormone so strong?"

    Mo Fan discovered that this blond monk had golden hair all over his body, including on his thighs and chest. He looked like a primitive man.

    "Golden Retriever Monk!"

    The short old man looked at the golden-haired monk and took a breath of air.

    Talk about this person, and he will come!

    He thought of something, picked up the lion soup in his hand, took a step forward, appeared in front of the blond monk, and said: "Master Golden Retriever!"

    The person in front of me is a golden-haired monk!

    Because his whole body is covered with golden hair, he is called the Golden Retriever Monk.

    "Master Golden Retriever, I know why you are here! Calm down your anger first! Calm down your anger! I have a treasure to give you! This treasure is so big that you can't even imagine it."

    The golden-haired monk squinted his eyes, looked at the master of Ling Sect, and said indifferently: "Okay! You should show me! What treasure did you bring me?"

    The short old man smiled mysteriously, deliberately showing an enigmatic smile, and deliberately stroking his beard to show off his words and said: "Master Golden Retriever, please come this way!"

    "oh?"

    Hearing this, the golden-haired monk looked at the short old man Ling Mu in surprise. Is there really any good treasure?

    He followed, not afraid of Lingmu making small moves behind his back.

    After all, his strength is there.

    Lingmu couldn't do anything to him.

    The gap between the two sides is too big.

    Looking at the two people leaving, Mo Fan asked: "This guy should be Master Ling's best friend!"

    friend?

    Hearing this, the corners of Linghua¡¯s eyes kept twitching.

    The other side.

    Lingmu had already brought the blond monk to a pavilion.

    He looked at the blond monk and said with a smile: "Master Golden Retriever, this is the treasure I am going to give you! I guarantee your satisfaction! When the time comes, please don't scream out in excitement!"

    The blond monk smiled and said, "Am I someone who has never seen the world?"

    His reputation is extremely famous here!

    "Sir, this is this bowl of lion soup! The ingredients used in this lion soup are your mount, the Golden Retriever Lion King!"

    Lingmu looked at the blond monk and said with a smile.

    However.

    Boom!

    An extremely strong evil spirit burst out at this moment, like a mountain or a sea.

    Provocation!

    This is definitely a provocation!

    The blond monk's face immediately turned red at this moment, and he looked at Lingmu with a cold look in his eyes. He stood up suddenly, and the horrifying murderous aura landed directly on Lingmu at this moment, and the cold voice spoke.  At this moment, the voice echoed: "Lingmu, what's wrong? Do you want to die?"

    The words were filled with strong murderous intent.

    This murderous intention seems to be real.

    Lingmu was frightened by this murderous intention, and his whole mind was trembling.

    He kept saying: "How dare you! How dare you! Sir, drink this bowl of soup first and then punish me!"

    "If I try to deceive you, I will let you do whatever you want!"

    Cold sweat broke out on Lingmu's back, and his voice became trembling.

    When the blond monk heard this, he squinted his eyes and then glanced at the soup.

    Look at the meat in the soup.

    His eyes suddenly turned red.

    "Little Maomao, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you!"

    ?As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at Ling Mu indifferently, his eyes filled with cold murderous light that kept flashing.

    The next moment, he took a sip.

    The scent traveled down his nostrils towards his throat.

    The first impression is that this soup is very delicious.

    The next moment, his pupils suddenly widened.

    A force of origin came and headed towards the limbs and bones in his body.

    At this moment, he could clearly feel that the energy in his body began to stir, and his whole brain seemed to be thundering down from the sky.

    Boom!  boom!  boom!

    The origin!

    This is the original power!

    He lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the bowl of soup in his hand.

    Then he took another sip in disbelief.

    Could it be that my perception was wrong?

    He thought secretly.

    After taking this sip, he was stunned again.

    It¡¯s really the source.

    Can you imagine that there is original power in this soup?

    Incredible!

    The blood all over his body was flowing faster at this moment.

    He looked at Lingmu in front of him in shock.

    "Who made this soup?"

    Naturally, the blond monk would not believe that this bowl of soup was made by the person in front of him!

    "Lord Golden Retriever, do you still remember the incident that has been spreading throughout the Thousand Planes of Heavenly Spirits recently?"

    Lingmu breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head, looked at the golden-haired monk and asked.

    "A matter that is making a lot of noise?" The golden-haired monk was slightly startled when he heard this. Then, he thought of something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said: "Youare you that thing?"

    Not long ago, there were rumors that a great master of cultivating immortals had arrived in the Thousand Planes of Heavenly Spirits.

    "You mean this bowl of soup was made by the great cultivator?"

    The golden-haired monk stared at the short old man Lingmu in front of him and said.

    "Yes!"

    The short old man nodded slightly and said, "Actually, I just found out about it too!"

    "Now, the master of cultivating immortals is in our Lingzong!" As he said that, he stroked his snow-white goatee, looked at the golden-haired monk, and said.

    "What!"

    When the golden-haired monk heard this, his eyes widened and he looked at Ling Mu in disbelief.

    "Is what you said true?"

    "Of course it's true!" Lingmu nodded and said, "Think about it, that golden-haired lion is your mount! How dare I kill your mount and cook it for you to eat!"

    "Do I have the confidence?"

    "You mean that senior killed my mount?"

    The golden-haired monk turned his eyes, looked at Lingmu, and asked.

    "Of course! Otherwise?"

    Lingmu said.

    "I didn't expect that my mount would reach the peak of demon life directly after death!"

    The golden-haired monk sighed and said.

    Hearing this, it was Lingmu's turn to be stunned this time. He looked at the golden-haired monk and said, "Aren't you angry with me anymore?"

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