Qin Jiu Song said slightly: "Dare to ask the two true saints, how many are the quasi-hosages in the eternal true world?"

It seems that it was expected that Qin Jiu Song would ask such a question, and it is too much to say without thinking: "Not much, but since the accumulation of countless years, it will not be less... about 100 people!"

“Hundreds of people?”

Hearing such a number, even if Qin Jiu Song is a heart shock.

You know, this so-called quasi-holy, placed in the middle of the fictitious world, that is the true saint!

What is the sight of a hundred saints standing together?

It's heart-wrenching!

Of course, the shock is shocking, but such a large number of quasi-sacred existence, Qin Jiu Song is also known, as too much said, in fact, not too much.

After all, this is the true world of eternity, and only when the epoch does not come, then it is almost eternal existence, and it can cultivate to the existence of the quasi-holy realm, that has entered the ranks of the eternal beings and immortalized!

Tens of thousands of years accumulated, such a number is not much, but very little!

As if to see the doubts of Qin Jiu Song, the Buddha took the initiative to explain: "Amitabha!“Hundreds of saints, do you feel too little?”

“Please the Buddha to explain!”

“It’s actually very simple!”Buddha said, “In the eternal true world, although the quasi-sacrifice has entered the ranks of eternal life, the competition and fighting in the eternal true world are more intense than in the outer realms of the heavenly worlds and small friends!”

"It can be said that in the eternal true world, there will be a quasi-Christmas every thousand years, and there will be quasi-sacreds in the middle of the battle!"

Qin Jiu Song thought: "No need to say, the two must be behind it?"

“Everything is worth it!”Too little silent, and then silent.

“The true king must be born in the midst of war.”Qin Jiu Song said, “I wish you two true success!”

“Coming together!”Too big a head.

“I wish my friends this early step!”Buddha's hands are together.

Qin Jiu Song nodded, “I should go back!”

“Didn’t I visit the Great Thunder Temple in my thirty-three days?”Too much to keep.

“No need!”Qin Jiu Song shook his head, "Since you have come to the eternal truth, and have imprinted my spiritual imprint, you can come at any time in the future."

"If that's the case, then I won't be able to keep my little friend."Too small, the Buddha was also smiling nod.

Qin Jiu Song: “The younger generation bids farewell!”

The voice fell, and the white figure gradually became illusory, like a dream bubble, and then completely disappeared in the same place...

“For forty thousand years...” Looking at the emptiness of Qin Nine Songs disappearing, a tidbit appeared on the Buddha’s face, “Dad, can he succeed?”

Smiling, he asked, “What do you think?”

The Buddha laughed, “I think it may not take long!”

“Hahahaha!”

He laughed and said, “I’m not alone, I’m not alone!”

...

Too false.

The extreme western land.

With the virtual sky slightly rippling, a white figure is abrupt appearance in situ, and as soon as it appears, it is instantaneously transformed into the center of the whole world!

In his sense of the spirit, the consciousness that belongs to heaven is a burst of joy.

Qin Jiu Song smiled slightly, released his own spirit, slightly calmed the childlike will of heaven, but his heart was pouring into thousands of thoughts.

His deep eyes seemed to see through everything, and he saw the whole of the world.

Heaven and earth, the mountains and rivers!

“Is it a lie such a mighty river?”

Qin Jiu Song murmured, and the inexplicable light projected in the pupil, contains a kind of attachment that is difficult to bury in heaven and earth...

Rumble!

It seems to feel the will of Qin Jiu Song, and in an instant, nine days of thunder!

It's too empty!

At this moment, in countless corners of the whole world, those powerful beings are all feeling, looking up to the sky: "This breath..."

Too false mountain.

The middle-life hand in the Confucian suit stood up, and beside him was a majestic domineering figure.

These two figures, the whole of the people of the fictitious world, can be instantly identified, and suddenly there are two beings standing at the top of the world: the false lord and the Qin Emperor!

“Nine songs are back!”Qin Huang Dao, that majestic face, can not help but show a smile at this moment.

On the contrary, his look is awe-inspiring, with a thoughtful thought: "I have a hunch, nine songs return this time, the sky will change..."

The Emperor is humbled, and then he is also thoughtful.

The Lord looked deeply at the Qin Emperor and gently tapped him on the shoulder: “Qin Emperor, you have a good son...”

...

It’s also too empty a mountain.

9 at the top.

A green-clad shadow was born, and the mountain breeze blew it like a waterfall, fluttering as a fairy.

Nine days, the thunder flashed, and the shadow looked up, and suddenly smiled.

In the midst of the thunder, the beauty is incombable.

She did not know how long she had been here, and this scene was like a fixed one.

Suddenly, she seemed to feel something, and slowly turned around.

Behind him, I don't know when, a white figure has appeared in the same place, smiling at her.

The top of the nine peaks is cloudy, and it seems to be a pair of immortals.

The concubine's autumn water-like eyes, somehow flashed a glimmer of panic, as if a little dare not look into Qin Jiu Song's eyes: "Back?"

Qin Jiu Song did not answer, but slowly stepped forward, approaching the green concubine and walking in front of her.

In the latter day, the big hand of Qin Jiu Song's slenderness is to grasp the softness of the green concubine...

The latter was slightly stunned and struggled subconsciously, but Qin Jiu Song's powerful hand was not moving at all, and there was no chance for the Qingfei to struggle, and the latter's struggle was weak, allowing Qin Jiu-song to hold it.

A wisp of light crimson, from its white face to the rise, until the ears...

Her hands were weak and boneless, and the touch of holding them was very comfortable.

“Do you still owe me something?”With a smile on his face, Qin Jiu Song suddenly spoke.

Hundreds of years ago, the father of the green concubines fell, and Qin Emperor took care of the concubines for his best friends and sealed them for 500 years.

When she was born again, she promised to do three things for Qin Jiu Song.

Before that, she had shot Qin Jiu Song twice, but the third thing was always owed and not fulfilled.

“Hmm.”The young lady taped her bristles, her original cold voice, but at this moment a little trembling.

“Now is the time for you to fulfill it!”

“What is it?”The confusion in the voice of the young woman became more and more obvious.

Qin Jiu Song took a small breath and stared at the beautiful face in front of him.

After a long time, even in the face of the two true saints have not been afraid of the Qin Jiu Song, at this moment is a little nervous, half a day to solemnly say: "to treat me sanctified, we..."

“Bringing up!”

The wind came, and the mountains began to flow.