parentshiftbook Chapter 334 Wu Wanjie And Lingwu Old Sage
Chapter 334 Wu Wanjie And Lingwu Old Sage
Stab la la.
A trace of thunder emerged from the corners of Lin Tian's eyes, evaporating that line of tears.
At the last moment when Saint Tribulation Thirteen's will disappeared, that desolation made Lin Tian's heart ache for some reason.
Countless memories appear in an instant and disappear in an instant.
Lin Tian only saw the initial touch.
Wu Wanjie was originally a poor young man from an orphanage, but he entered the military because of his outstanding qualifications.
In Junwu, he met the best friend in his life.
Liu Zihua.
Liu Zihua was too dazzling, so dazzling that no matter how excellent Wu Wanjie's aptitude was, it was just a foil to Liu Zihua's green leaves.
Of course Wu Wanjie didn't care.
Until, when Liu Zihua was promoted to the fifth rank of town general in his sophomore year, on that day, the old sage of Lingwu appeared in front of Liu Zihua who had crossed the tribulation.
"Would you like to be my apprentice, Wu Linsheng?"
Da Ri Wu Sheng asked in front of the entire Yanjing.
"Master!"
Liu Zihua bowed down to the old sage of Lingwu.
"Liu Zihua, you will rise up and become the most dazzling human warrior after me!"
The old sage Lingwu said so, and the human race was shocked and delighted.
A generation of Lieyang is about to really rise!
In the audience, Wu Wanjie looked at his dazzling friends and the unattainable No. 1 Martial Saint, his heart was excited, and he felt happy for his friends from the bottom of his heart.
"This is my friend, he is destined to be brilliant!"
He happily said this sentence, and suddenly found that the old sage of Lingwu had noticed him, his eyes were complicated for a moment, and then moved away.
Is it an illusion?
Wu Wanjie smiled wryly indifferently, how could he attract Wu Sheng's attention?
until one day.
"Should I call you Old Sage Lingwu, or your father?"
In the main hall, Wu Wanjie looked directly at the old sage of Lingwu, looking forward to it.
"You should call me Chief."
The man on the high seat said faintly:
"Humans don't need Wu Linsheng, who was born as a father. What the human race needs is the old sage Lingwu who keeps fighting."
Wu Wanjie's complexion changed instantly, his heart was shaken, and the man continued to speak:
"It's like, the human race needs Liu Zihua to be my disciple, and continue to shoulder the human race after me, and..."
He looked at Wu Wanjie, his voice paused slightly:
"It's not the son of the old sage of Lingwu. Your appearance will only cause the situation to fluctuate and the morale of the army will be unstable."
Wu Wanjie opened his mouth, an inexplicable bitterness was brewing, which turned into the strongest jealousy and hatred.
Wu Linsheng had died a long time ago, and in the eyes of the old sage Lingwu, there was no family, only the whole human race.
Because he was worried that his reputation would have too much influence, he was not allowed to appear as the son of the old sage of Lingwu, which would affect Liu Zihua's absolute military prince status.
What a Lingwu old sage, what a Liu Zihua.
One is my father and one is my best friend.
But they want to obliterate my past and make me the last person who shouldn't exist!
This is the memory brought to Lin Tian when Saint Tribulation Thirteen died.
Before Wu Wanjie died, his will and body turned into the Holy Tribulation Secret Realm.
Saint Tribulation Thirteen is one of his wills.
Because Lin Tian became the first alien arrogance to obtain a thousand holy robbery leaves, all the holy robbery thirteen came to kill him.
Until the last will to rush to kill Lin Tian, but he sensed [Xin Tian Tu Dao] or the Transformation Orb in Lin Tian's body.
The severed arm should have been given to Liu Zihua by Wu Wanjie, so Saint Tribulation Thirteen believed that Lin Tian was Liu Zihua's descendant, and did not kill Lin Tian, but turned it into the purest spiritual energy to nourish Lin Tian.
There was a hint of complexity in Lin Tian's eyes.
He knew why the Castle of Envy got its name.
The letterhead I received yesterday should have been filled with the word 'jealousy'.
Wu Wanjie is one of the Thirteen Fierce Suns, a martial saint of the human race, and his future will not be darkened by the development of this memory.
His life should be glorious.
Until the death on the battlefield.
Lin Tian thought so, he is a very selfish person, just because he and Wu Wanjie are generally an orphan.
So he could feel the feeling of jealousy to anger.
hum!
[Psychic Power: Thirteen thousand six hundred and ninety-one]
Mental power level four.
The mental power of Saint Tribulation Thirteen directly doubled Lin Tian's mental power.
As for Lin Tian's body, the Qi and blood rushed to a terrifying number.
[Qi and blood: seventy-one thousand nine hundred and ninety-four]
Saint Tribulation Thirteen brought Lin Tian 5,000 Saint Tribulation Leaves, which were transformed into Qi and blood, which was 15,000.
Plus the Holy Tribulation Leaf that Lin Tian got from killing the Red-haired Giants and those Holy Tribulation creatures.
Lin Tian has obtained more than 8,000 holy robbery leaves.
"Thank you." Lin Tian said quietly in his heart.
He finally knew why Liu Zihua told him that no one would be able to stop him after he came out of Shengjie.
Liu Zihua has calculated everything correctly, the current Lin Tian has fulfilled more than Liu Zihua's expectations.
There is also the expectation of Lieyang, a human race who fell outside the clan and is still unwilling after death.
Suddenly, a heavy feeling came to his shoulders.
The other party was waiting for himself, waiting for a long, long time.
The whole earth dyed by the blood-red sun was inexplicably desolate, and the cracks in the purple-red Qiongtian seemed to be getting bigger.
The new wind is lingering with scruples and bitterness, blowing over the blood-soaked earth, and the dust stirred up is full of withering and struggle.
Someone was walking quietly.
…………
"kill!"
"Hahaha, the 3991st, the 3992nd..."
Morodor's sturdy body was constantly impacting among groups of creatures of the holy catastrophe, and his whole body was soaked in blood.
"I never rested, I kept killing, the 3993rd!"
"In terms of hard work, I don't think I, Morodo, are inferior to others, the 3994th!"
He kept laughing, fighting like a machine that didn't know how to get tired.
"How did Changge describe me before..., volume!"
"I am the roll king!"
"four thousand!"
He laughed loudly, punching and killing with his fist prints, and the creatures of holy robbery died one by one.
Just then.
"Holy Tribulation Leaf, the first Tianjiao to obtain 5,000 pieces appears!"
The indifferent voice resounded again, and Mo Luoduo, who was still fighting bloodthirstyly, was stunned for a moment.
"Did I count wrong, one thousand is missing?"
He frowned and began to recall the next moment.
Otherwise, when I counted to 4,000, the supervisor said that the first person to get 5,000 appeared.
Immediately afterwards, while Morodor was still in deep thought, the supervisor's voice resounded again.
"Fairy Clan, Shan Cang!"
this……
Morodo only felt his heart beating suddenly, and then turned into deathly silence.
"It's that guy again, sharp stacking!"
Morodo scolded a classic demon national quintessence.
He was pissed off.
at the same time.
In the Holy Tribulation World, Tianjiao looked at Qiongtian in shock.
"Ahhhh!"
On the way to Castle Envy, someone screamed.
"What's the matter, Shanzhen, it's so painful to cooperate with our Yu clan?"
Yu Jie and the rest of the Yu Clan Tianjiao looked at Shanzhen.
"He's still alive, he's still alive!"
"It's over!"
Shan Zhen hugged his face and screamed, why didn't that guy die at the hands of Saint Tribulation Thirteen?
A group of Tianjiao looked at the mountain town at this moment, and they just felt baffled.
Yu Jie was a little dazed, he seemed to have seen someone show such an expression before.
Who's coming?
Feathered raccoon.
That's right, it's the feathered raccoon. That guy, the feathered raccoon, went to the human race once, and when he returned, he felt completely wrong. He was afraid of this and that.
"Is that Shan Cang?"
With a rough voice, the Golden Winged Feather Clan came to Shanzhen.
"Yes...it's him." Shan Zhen panicked.
"Hahaha, interesting!"
The Golden Winged Feather Clan laughed out loud, with arrogance and domineering in their eyes.
ps: Day one, chapter five.