Fantasy: Storytelling about the crying saint, the beginning of the Barren Heavenly Emperor

The sixth place of the True Saint in the world, Wang Xuanlin!

When the name came out.

In the entire Tianji Building, countless listeners had question marks in their minds.

“Wang Xuanlin? Do you know any Taoist friends, tell me who this person is? ”

“Dao Immortal? It seems that this senior Wang Xuanlin is actually a sword cultivator? ”

“There are many strong people in the way of kendo, but this strong person of the way of sword is rarely heard of.”

“Wang Xuanlin……. I heard of this name, and I heard that it used to be the number one person, but for some reason, there was no trace and it was short-lived. ”

A famous listener said one after another.

Wang Xuanlin, this name is too unfamiliar.

It was almost the one with the least reputation since Ning Chuan ranked this True Saint List.

Only some ancient true saints, after hearing the three words ‘Wang Xuanlin’, seemed to remember something, and their faces changed slightly.

On the second floor, in a private room.

“Wang Xuanlin… He disappeared for three thousand years, and he is still alive? A true saint murmured.

Deep under his eyes, there was an extremely complex look of fear.

This being, but once killed heaven and earth, is a bloody man!

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On the high platform.

Ning Chuan put down the teacup and said flatly:

“Dao Immortal Wang Xuanlin, born three thousand years ago, the originator of Dao, Dao master!”

“Since ancient times, the sword has always been known as the head of a hundred soldiers.”

“There are countless people who practice swords, like carp crossing the river.”

“Kendo naturally prospered because of this, and through several generations of kendo, a hundred flowers have bloomed.”

“Although kendo is quite weaker than before, there is still an endless stream of sword practitioners.”

“The goal of countless sword cultivators in their lives is to become the leader of kendo.”

“Compared with the prosperity of kendo, the path of kendo is much more desolate and deserted.”

“In the past 10,000 years, many kendo-do-giants have also been born, but they are all under the suppression of kendo, and they appear to be dusty and dull.”

“All this until three thousand years ago, this Dao Immortal King Xuanlin appeared!”

“Wang Xuanlin, with a sword path, the biggest luck in ten thousand years!”

Putting down the teacup in his hand, Ning Chuan’s voice became thicker, and he said slowly:

“Wang Xuanlin once silently drew his sword in the East China Sea for three hundred years, slashing the tides and waves of the East China Sea every day to accumulate supreme sword intent.”

“Three hundred years later, Wang Xuanlin split the entire East China Sea with a single sword, allowing the water of the East China Sea to pass through the sea and kill the dragon in the depths of the East China Sea!”

“Wang Xuan is here, truly born!”

“As soon as Wang Xuanlin was born, he was invincible, split the road of life and death with a knife, killed the pioneer general of the Great Yan Dynasty, the strongest Extreme Emperor Liu Hong, and then killed seven in and seven out in the Great Yan army, and the revenants under the knife exceeded one million!”

“And at that time, he was just the realm of the Extreme Emperor.”

“The world once called him: I am invincible under the true saint, and I am one above the true saint!”

“He is one of the very few people in the past ten thousand years who has been able to rebel against the true saint with the body of an extreme emperor.”

“He has lost countless enemies in this life, perhaps his name is unknown to the world.”

“But those who defeat under his sword are all people of great fame!”

“For example, the Great Sun Mansion Lord and the Great Moon Mansion Lord who later opened the Sun Moon Mansion were both defeated at the hands of the Sword Immortal King Xuanlin!”

“However, this person is indifferent to fame and fortune, and does not declare it, so not many people know his name.”

“He has a total of three knives, the first knife, named Zhaochen, is an immortal holy soldier, and he used this knife when he killed the strongest Extreme Emperor Liu Hong, and defeated the Sun Moon Mansion Lord.”

“Later, after this person reached the True Saint Ninefold, he only left two battles and withdrew from the cultivation world.”

“But it was these two battles that also laid the foundation for him to be selected into the list of true saints of the world!”

With Ning Chuan’s narration.

The deeds of that Dao Immortal Wang Xuanlin gradually revealed in everyone’s field of vision.

Countless people marveled.

Unexpectedly, three thousand years ago, there was such a person who practiced swords at the head of the East China Sea and became the pinnacle of his debut!

“[I am invincible under the true saint, and one for one above the true saint!] 】This Dao Immortal Wang Xuanlin, so crazy!! ”

Countless listeners smacked their tongues.

This short sentence, fourteen words, contains a domineering meaning, which is simply condensed into substance.

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On the second floor, in the box of the A number.

“Dao Immortal Wang Xuanlin?”

Da Luo Dao Lord raised his eyebrows darkly.

“Master Master, do you know him?” The disciples behind him, Da Luo Daodi, asked curiously.

Hearing this, the Dao Lord of Da Luo nodded and said, “Wang Xuanlin and this seat are considered to be people of the same era, and I naturally know his reputation. ”

After a pause, the Lord of Da Luo Dao changed his tone and said: “However, this person rarely participates in the grand events of the cultivation world, so he does not have much contact, but this person is indeed very powerful, not only the Lord of the Great Sun Mansion and the Lord of the Great Moon Mansion lost in his hands back then, but also many true saints who knew the main seat had fought with him and failed miserably. ”

Hearing this, the group of Daluo Dao disciples all moved in their hearts and said, “Master Venerable, then if this Sword Immortal King Xuanlin can join our Heavenly Dao Alliance, won’t his strength increase greatly?” ”

Da Luo Daoist smiled lightly when he heard this, and did not speak.

The breath of the Sword Immortal King Xuanlin, he had already felt in this Tianji Building.

It has long been one of his goals today!

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On the second floor, the lunch box.

“Listen, listen, listen, did this Mr. Ning pronounce my name?”

The simple and honest-looking crop man suddenly looked at the little boy in his arms, squeezing his eyebrows and saying with a smile.

The little boy’s mouth widened and his face was stunned.

Dao Immortal?

A million revenants under the knife?

My dad???

The little boy stared at the harvest Han King Xuanlin, with an unreal look on his face.

“Dad, you won’t be in tandem with Mr. Ning to tease me, right?” The little boy swallowed his spit and said with a suspicious face.

Although he actually didn’t know what the concept of a true saint was in the world, and what did the Dao Immortal mean.

But he is not stupid, and the person who can name from Mr. Ning’s mouth is definitely not ordinary.

This lazy dad of his own family does not look like an ordinary person.

What’s a little bit of mastery?

“Tandem? How can your father and I have such a big face. Wang Xuanlin laughed.

“Too.”

The little boy scratched his head, and then asked curiously: “Then daddy, is your strength very high?” ”

Wang Xuanlin stretched out his hand, gestured at the little boy’s head, and said with a smile: “It should be, well, it’s a little taller than you.” ”

The little boy rolled his eyes when he heard this: “A little taller than me, what kind of master is that?” Daddy, you tease me again! ”

After a pause, the little boy asked curiously again: “Dad, just now Mr. Ning said that you have a knife, what kind of immortal holy soldier, called Zhaochen, where is it?” How have I not heard? ”

When Wang Xuanlin heard this, he pointed to the rusty and notched firewood knife behind him, which was stained with yellow mud and grass.

“Oh, this is Zhaochen.”

That said.

The little boy’s mouth suddenly slowly opened wide and could stuff an egg.

“This, this, this… Isn’t this the knife we use at home to chop hogweed? The little boy said dumbfounded.

He pinched himself, suspecting that he was dreaming.

The father who struggles to kill a pig on weekdays is actually a Dao Immortal? True saints in the world?

The firewood knife used to chop hogweed on weekdays is the immortal saint soldier to shine dust?

Oh, my God!

How does it feel so fantastic?

“Dad, what are the two battles that Mr. Ning mentioned in the end?” Finally, the little boy spoke, unable to ask.

“Those two battles…”

King Xuanlin of the Harvest Han raised his head, looked in the direction of Zhongzhou, and said with a slight smile:

“But you have to say it.”

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[The second change comes, and there should be three more later.] O(∩_∩)O】