The empress sister is dangerous, I will tear up the saint in anger

"boom!"

Luo Junlin's immortal soul rushed out of Luojiabao.

Fortunately good.

It was early morning at this time, and at this time, the disciples of Luojiabao were all asleep.

Even the lights in Dad's room were turned off at the moment, obviously, they were all asleep.

The immortal soul of Luo Junlin.

Rush into the void!
then.

Parked on top of the Los Angeles Miles!
And this moment.

In the scholarly holy land.

"This kid unlocked the holy book!"

The white-haired old man's eyes flashed brightly, and it could be seen from the first scene that Luo Junlin's cultivation was in the realm of Xuanxian.

How could a Profound Immortal unlock the lock on his ancestor's holy weapon?

this means.

That's not small!

"Immortal Soul Out of Body!"

With a cold snort, the fairy soul of the white-haired old man rushed out.

The next moment, on the holy book, a surge of holy energy tore open the space, the fairy soul of the white-haired old man.

Disappear.

over the southern region.

"Not yet?"

Luo Junlin's indifferent voice sounded.

"Young man, you are very good!"

A deep voice sounded, and not far from Luo Junlin, there were slight waves in the space.

A moment later, a white-haired old man appeared, and the aura of the immortal soul on the old man had reached the peak of the ancestors.

"Ancestral Immortal Peak!"

Luo Junlin narrowed his eyes slightly.

Luo Junlin's cultivation base.

The realm of talented immortals.

As for the immortal soul, because of the existence of the Heavenly Soul Art, the promotion is faster.

But it barely reached the level of the early stage of the Immortal King, which is far from Zuxian.

But he is in King's Landing.

That's not someone who sits and waits to die!

Everyone has found themselves.

There is no need to hide!

And you can't hide!

"Mo Wentian, I killed it!"

Luo Junlin's indifferent voice sounded, the purpose of the old man's visit, Luo Junlin was very clear, it was because of Mo Wentian.

And Luo Junlin was also very straightforward, directly admitting that he killed Mo Wentian.

"Not bad!"

The white-haired old man glanced at Luo Junlin appreciatively.

Teenage talent.

very scary.

"Go ahead!"

Luo Junlin's eyes narrowed slightly, the three holy artifacts were in hand, and they were fighting hundreds of thousands of miles apart.

In Luo Junlin's heart, he was not afraid, of course, if the old man's body came.

Naluo Junlin naturally ran away directly.

"I'm a bit reluctant to kill you!"

The old man muttered to himself.

But the movements in his hands were not slow at all.

"Holy Word: Kill!"

A cold voice sounded.

next moment.

Xiao Xiao's murderous aura instantly enveloped Luo Junlin.

Killing intent.

Surging boundless!

"Confucian saint carving knife!"

"Holy Word: Kill!"

In Luo Junlin's eyes, there was also a shocking killing intent.

Fighting against each other, the young Immortal Soul held the Confucian Saint's carving knife in his hand, and directly stabbed the Immortal Ancestor Immortal Soul on the opposite side.

"Confucian saint carving knife!"

"This is a holy artifact!"

The expression of the white-haired old man changed secretly?
Holy artifact?

The boy controlled the holy artifact?
No wonder.

Even the power in the holy book can be released.

That's it!

"Pfft!"

In the sky, the two forces collided, but the strange thing was that after the two forces collided, they disappeared immediately.

The entire southern region was extremely silent, and no one knew about the terrible battle!
This is the Immortal Soul Fighting Technique.

Immortal Soul Fighting Technique.

Even more dangerous!
Immortal soul is damaged, it is extremely difficult to recover!

"Where did your holy artifact come from?"

"who are you?"

The white-haired old man said coldly.

The boy who controls the holy artifact.

This is definitely not an ordinary person. Among the major holy places, even the Holy Son is not qualified to control the holy weapon.

The strongest support in their hands is nothing more than a top-grade fairy weapon.

Luo Junlin, who is he?

"Hehe...you have come to kill me, and you still don't know who I am?"

Luo Junlin said mockingly.

next moment.

Luo Junlin played countless seal formulas, and the power of the primordial spirit in the immortal soul surged towards the Confucian saint with a carving knife.

The next moment, a supreme figure appeared directly in the Confucian sage carving knife.

That is a Confucian saint!
"boom!"

The powerful Shengwei struck out.

"uh-huh!"

The fairy soul of the ancestral immortal turned pale at this moment.

It's true that his immortal soul is powerful.

But the will of a Confucian saint is not something he can resist at all, not to mention that the immortal soul has traveled hundreds of thousands of miles at this moment.

Even if the main body is here, he can't stop the will of Confucianism and sages!
"The holy book helps me!"

The white-haired old man said quickly.

"Buzz!"

In the depths of the distant sky.

now.

A wave of holy energy came.

That is the power of the Holy Book.

"Hoohoo!"

With the appearance of the power of the holy book, the complexion of this ancestor immortal fairy soul instantly softened.

Looking at Luo Junlin, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

But right now.

juvenile.

Shot again!
"If I said that you, the ancestor of the immortal, stayed in the southern region, what would you say about your scholarly holy land?"

A cold voice sounded.

boy's hands.

That precious tree was thrown out directly.

"boom!"

The wonderful tree soared to a thousand feet, and countless colorful lights could be seen rising from the wonderful tree.

The colorful light seems to carry a mysterious and incomparable power, and wherever it passes, the aura is surging.

"It's a holy artifact again!"

The white-haired old man's face froze.

Is the holy artifact rotten?
"brush!"

As for Luo Junlin, he didn't care about the white-haired old man at all, and locked Luo Junlin for hundreds of thousands of miles to avenge Mo Wentian?

Is he, Luo Junlin, easy to bully?

Today's ancestor immortal soul, then don't leave!
"Buzz!"

The wonderful tree was held in Luo Junlin's hands like a broom.

And Luo Junlin was straightforward.

Holding the wonderful tree, he swiped directly towards the void.

Colorful light.

Out of the vastness.

The distant scholarly holy land, in front of the holy book.

"Buzz!"

The holy book trembled at this moment. At that moment, he seemed to be under a terrible attack.

All I saw was the Saint Yuan Power above him, stirring crazily at this moment.

That sanctity is slowly dissipating.

The holy light on the holy book also dimmed!
"No, the Holy Book's holy power has been weakened!"

The expression of the white-haired old man changed completely. He was able to travel hundreds of thousands of miles.

That is naturally because of the existence of the holy book, which is the holy artifact of the lower peak.

Saint Yuanli can protect his immortal soul.

At this moment, under that wonderful tree.

The holy power of the holy book is rapidly weakening.

"Swipe again!"

The light in Luo Junlin's eyes soared.

This precious and wonderful tree is also a holy weapon, but it doesn't have the direct attack like the Confucian saint's carving knife.

It is an auxiliary sacred artifact, which has only one function, which is to wipe out the sanctity of the opponent's sacred artifact.

One brush cuts away the sanctity.

Then brush the sanctity gone!
"Again!"

The white-haired old man wanted to retreat when he turned around.

But unfortunately.

Luo Junlin moved even faster!

"Buzz!"

The colorful light flashed away, and the colorful light seemed to have passed through hundreds of thousands of miles of space and reached the holy land of scholars.

Then it can be seen that the holy light on the holy book quickly dimmed.

holy book.

Trembling violently.

That sanctity.

Almost wiped out!

Even so.

At this moment, the power of this holy artifact has also dropped greatly, if it wants to recover.

I don't know how many years it will take, but at this moment, the immortal soul of the white-haired old man hastily contacted the Holy Book.

He just wants to go home!