Zombie: Sorcery Automatically Maxes Out

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　　At this moment, Li Yanlong's expression suddenly changed.

　　He noticed that there was a powerful person approaching rapidly.

　　As a great Celestial Master, the powerful person in his eyes is naturally a human being.

　　Moreover, there are more than one immortals coming.

　　"It's finally here!"

　　A strange look flashed in Li Jilong's eyes, he stood up and looked at Shi Jian and Lin Jiu: "You two have a good discussion about the future, there is a distinguished guest coming, the head and Deng Mo, you two will come with me to greet you. "

　　……

　　"Unexpectedly, Shimen and Lin Feng have already reconciled!"

　　Seeing the outsider leave, Lin Jiu breathed a sigh of relief.

　　Lin Feng's affairs have always been on his mind.

　　The series of arrangements made by Li Qilong just now gave him a sigh of relief.

　　It can be seen that Shimen is pressing the treasure on Lin Feng.

　　Just from this point, it can basically be seen that Lin Feng will be fine.

　　"It is still unknown what happened overseas. In this case, the stability of the division in the Central Plains is very important. I hope that even without overseas feedback support, you can restore the vitality of the three meridians, and with your character... "

　　With a stern face, Shi Jian began to convey to Lin Jiu some ideas of being kind and not controlling soldiers.

　　Those who are too kind are not fit for power.

　　However, experiences can change a person.

　　When Lin Jiu really takes that position, I believe he will change accordingly.

　　Outside the gate of Maoshan Mountain.

　　A group of Taoist priests and immortals fell.

　　In any case, Maoshan is also a big sect and pillar of Taoism.

　　Although it is worse than the Holy Land, the foundation of the sect is not weak.

　　Even if they are immortals, they must maintain a certain degree of respect when they come here, and cannot rush in casually.

　　Li Qilong took Yang Daozhen and Deng Mo to greet him.

　　Lin Feng comes from Maoshan.

　　The arrival of a crowd of immortals, they have long been prepared.

　　Bottle Mountain!

　　"This place is nice."

　　"The mountain surrounded by poisonous miasma, mortals can't enter, ouch, there is a palace below."

　　"Okay, there is such a secret place in your hell realm."

　　……

　　The people and immortals of the Six Paths of Demon Sect all sighed.

　　This place has good feng shui, and it is really suitable to be used as a courtyard.

　　"The predecessors planted trees, and the later generations enjoyed the shade..."

　　The Taoist Lord of Hell was humble and led the crowd to go inside.

　　In this place, Lin Feng asked the paper man to bring him here once.

　　He is here now, and he is familiar with the road.

　　……

　　"Fourth Ancestor, you are here to control the formation. If someone finds something wrong and wants to leave, you will stop them."

　　In the bottle mountain, Lin Feng explained to the old zombie.

　　Not long after the Sixth Dao Master of the Six Dao of Demon Gate entered the underground palace, they came.

　　It was still early, and he was going to see Wang Po.

　　This is just in case, and naturally it can only be handed over to the old zombie.

　　In the bottle mountain, there is an endless formation of the corpse sect. It stands to reason that the formation cannot trap the immortals.

　　However, it also depends on the person who controls the formation.

　　With the strength of the old zombie.

　　Enough to turn the formation below into magic.

　　And, that's just in case you need it.

　　If all goes well, the formation method should be useless.

　　"Row!"

　　The old zombie nodded.

　　There are not many cruel words, and it is him who speaks.

　　Lin Feng turned around and walked towards the old Xiongling ancestral courtyard behind the mountain.

　　I haven't seen the queen for a long time.

　　To be honest, he really misses the savage Wang Po. .

Chapter 455

　　Laoxiongling Miao Village Ancestral Temple, Wang Po looked at the list of the existing treasures in Miao Village, and fell into a deep sleep.

　　Miao Village is located in a remote and self-styled place. In the treasure house in the village, there are many mountain and wild objects and ancient artifacts flowing out of Pingshan Mountain.

　　Wang Po has followed Lin Feng, and her vision is much higher. She doesn't look down on those mountain and wild things that ordinary people regard as treasures.

　　As for the antiquities flowing out of Pingshan, just kidding, the entire Pingshan belongs to Lin Feng, and there are so many things under Pingshan, how could Lin Feng like it.

　　Therefore, the queen is very worried.

　　She couldn't find a good gift, and she felt that she had no face to go to Lin Feng.

　　In the main hall of the ancestral temple, there was nothing but her alone, the warm and radiant sunlight shone on her back, but she could not feel the slightest warmth.

　　"How to do?"

　　"What should I give?"

　　In front of a crowd of hands on weekdays, the courageous and courageous Queen Mother rarely appeared as a young daughter.

　　Thinking of Lin Feng, her heart thumped like a deer.

　　"who?"

　　Suddenly, the little daughter's posture on her face disappeared, her face became cold and severe, her eyes flashed fiercely, her hands exploded with cold light, she twisted her waist and turned around suddenly, wanting to stab behind her.

　　Behind her, an unknown existence appeared, blocking her sunlight.

　　As the high priest of the Miao Village, no matter who came in the Miao Village, they had to report to her first.

　　If you enter without notice, it is definitely a bad person.

　　She is the Archmage.

　　The other party can sneak behind her unconsciously, and the strength must be far beyond her.

　　The only thing she can do is to act decisively to see if she can seize the opportunity.

　　"not good!"

　　The dagger in her hand fell in the air, and a strong force hit, Wang Po felt that her body was out of control, and she couldn't help rushing forward.

　　Throwing into a warm, familiar embrace.

　　"Owner!"

　　Wang Po looked up blankly and saw a pair of familiar faces.

　　Under the eyes, that face was so flawless, it made her infatuated, her eyes were sore, and her tears couldn't stop coming out.

　　After thinking about it for half a year, without a trace of defense, the beloved suddenly appeared in front of him.

　　This feeling, like a sledgehammer, crashed down, and the hammer hit the softest place in her heart.

　　"The kung fu hasn't fallen!"

　　Lin Feng lowered his head and looked at the tearful man in his arms.

　　At the moment, Wang Po is wearing traditional Miao costumes, and her wildness and softness are mixed together, which makes people feel heartbroken.

　　"..."

　　Wang Po looked at Lin Feng's face fascinatedly, but did not speak.

　　"What were you thinking just now?"