"Don't worry, there will be no accidents. What is a mere mortal Qin Lin? How dare you compete with gods?" Ding Zhaotian was very conceited and directly called Qin Lin a mortal.

"It is true that Qin Lin is a mortal, but if the Feng family's affairs are true, their cultivation level may be close to that of human immortals." Ding Zhaotian hesitated.

"Haha, are close to the human immortal?" Ding Zhaotian narrowed his eyes and sneered. "Don't worry, as long as he is not a real human immortal realm, no matter how powerful he is, he cannot make a fuss. Anyone who dares to oppose me, Ding Zhaotian, will die!"

"But..." Ding Xiao still hesitated.

Although he knew Ding Zhaotian's identity and background, Ding Xiao was still not optimistic if he had it compared to Qin Lin.

Qin Lin’s record in recent years is really scary.

"Well, I guess the result is coming out there, so I'll tell you." Ding Zhaotian glanced at Ding Xiao, sneered, and said proudly: "Lord Wanling God has taken action and sent a clone!"

"All Spirits!" Everyone took a deep breath, and even Ding Xiao stared at the statue of the god in front of him, looking shocked.

The gods of all spirits are not well-known in the world of practice, but they are extremely famous among these great clans in Miaojiang. Many people even have the gains of faith and worshipping the gods of all spirits.

That is a true god, and it is not something that ordinary people can compete with. You can kill a person like him with just one thought.

It is said that the old master from Longhu Mountain died fifty years ago under the hands of the gods of all spirits.

But Lord Wan Ling Shen would not take action easily, and he had never appeared in Miaojiang. He did not expect that he would be alarmed today.

"Since the God of All Spirits has taken action, it seems that the person surnamed Qin is really unable to escape and die." Ding Xiao sighed.

Qin Lin has such cultivation at a young age. He can really be said to be the number one person in the world, but he shouldn't have offended Ding Zhaotian. The gods of all spirits are really not something that ordinary people can compete with. Without special means of targeting, no matter how strong their cultivation is, it is useless.

It can be said that even if Lord Wan Ling Shen takes action, even if it is just a clone, let alone Qin Lin, even ten or hundreds of them can only be hated.

"I have already arranged the Lin family, so naturally someone will be greeted. You can go and see if there are any people close to this person surnamed Qin!" Ding Zhaotian's face turned pale, his eyes were extremely cold, and his murderous intent was revealed...

On this day, Qin Lin was explaining and teaching the methods of practicing Taoism to two disciples and several family members, when suddenly a roar came from outside the courtyard.

While Qin Lin frowned, Shao Bo turned into a divine flower and rushed out, and came back in an instant.

"Master, a man in black robe just saw a disciple coming outside and asked if he was here, and then asked him to hand over this item to you." Shao Bo handed a bamboo slip on it.

"Where is Sui Mu Pavilion?" Qin Lin glanced at the wooden slip and asked faintly.

"On the small island in the center of Boyue Lake in the south of the city, there is a teahouse. It has been open for seventy or eighty years, but the business has been bad and there is no popularity. After all, who would row a boat to drink a sip of tea?" Mr. Lin thought for a while and replied.

"Okay, I'll come when I go!" Qin Lin smiled and said lightly.

Boyue Lake is not far away. Even though Qin Lin did not use his magical powers, he took a taxi, he didn't spend much time.

Two men in black stood at the door of Sui Mu Pavilion.

They seemed to have known Qin Lin for a long time. When they saw him appear, their eyes suddenly became sharp, but they did not occur. Instead, they put on a pose of invitation and welcomed Qin Lin to the teahouse. The interior is not big, with antique decorations. From tables and chairs to windows, to partitions, etc., they are all retro style, very quiet and elegant.

When I walked through the corridor and pushed open a wooden door, I saw a woman wearing a white blue shirt, exposed her long snow-white legs, and an extremely hot figure standing with her back on the window.

Behind him is a black-haired man holding a Miao knife.

"What are you asking for me?" Qin Lin looked calm, but there was a little more surprise in his eyes. It was not because of the girl's figure, but because of her unique aura.

Wanyin Body?

Although this is incomparable to Ji Fengwu's physique, it is rare.

"Qin Lin? I am the messenger of Lord Wanling, who sat down. Today I am here under the decree of the gods." Lu Yueling turned around, and the collar in front of him was slightly separated, revealing a large area of ​​snow-whiteness, which was very tempting.

Lu Yueling was born in Miaojiang. When he was very young, he was taken away by the witches in his clan. He became a witch envious and respected by his clan members, and served the great gods.

That was her convincing Lu Yueling and a blessing for their entire clan.

Although after she was chosen to become a witch, her tribe members were burned to death by a fire due to natural disasters, it did not affect Lu Yueling's belief in the gods.

Because Lord Shen once said that her tribe, her father and mother did not die, but went to the kingdom where the gods were. As long as Lu Yueling truly believed in and the gods, he would be taken care of.

It can be said that the God is her heaven and everything about her. Even if she is asked to die immediately, she will not hesitate...

"The decree of the gods?" Qin Lin was very calm, his lips slightly raised, and he sneered with a sarcastic look.

This kind of charm has no effect on him at all.

"Sir God wants to give you a chance and are willing to accept you as your disciple!" Lu Yueling was slightly surprised, her beautiful eyes flashed brightly. She didn't expect that the charming technique passed down by the gods would have no effect on Qin Lin at all.

"Hahaha, hahaha." Qin Lin laughed.

"Why are you laughing at?" Lu Yueling frowned slightly.

"Give me a chance? Accept me as your disciple?" Qin Lin sneered.

"What's the problem? What a glory it would be to become the disciple of Lord All Spirits. Lord God can give you a little advice, and it will be enough for you to enjoy it for the rest of your life." Lu Yueling gently waved his waist, exposed his white shoulders, and his enchanting long legs, walked up to Qin Lin and said.

"Haha, give me some advice? Just him?" Qin Lin really laughed out loud.

Although he dare not say that the world is invincible now, if he wants to give advice on practicing, except for the ancient super strong men who are almost mythical, no one in the world has the qualifications.

Even the real gods can't do it.

If he hadn't been interested in the place of the God-Treasure on the bamboo slips, he wouldn't have come here at all.

"Bold, you dare to disrespect the gods!" Lu Yueling frowned and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"In my eyes, your so-called god is just a guy who pretends to be a ghost, and he can't get on the table!" Qin Lin waved his hand, and was indifferent, and turned around and was about to leave.

"Rareless!" But at this moment, the black-haired man behind Lu Yueling suddenly pulled out the long sword at lightning speed, and a sword light like a training crossed several feet of space and slashed down in front of Qin Lin's head.
Chapter completed!