Looking at the face exactly like himself, Jiang Ling's heart stirred up trouble.

He was about to continue looking down, but the sky in the picture suddenly twisted, as if something had changed.

Immediately afterwards, these scenes in my memory suddenly dissipated, and Jiang Ling's mind returned to reality.

call.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

What a pity, I almost knew my identity!

Jiang Ling was very upset. He should be the one sitting on the dragon throne. Judging from the number of people kneeling down, he probably has a very big background.

It seems that something happened on the picture, and the sky is twisting. Could it be that I was forced to reborn because of that accident?

Jiang Ling frowned and thought for a while, but had no idea at all, so he had to give up for the time being.

At this time, the funeral scene was extremely chaotic, and the crowd was pushing each other. Yuan Tiangang held the Breaking Wind Sword in his hand and was fighting against Mo Qianshan's innate stage.

shot!

With Mo Qianshan's order, the sniper hiding in the nearby building fired at the same time, pointing directly at Mo Youlan.

Yuan Tiangang and Fang Xun had no time to save her.

Dead! Mo's group is mine. Mo Qianshan's face is ferocious.

He spent too much energy to lay out this tight ambush.

Jiangling was drawing memories and feeling countless bullets shot over, and frowned unhappily.

Every thread of unsealed memory is extremely precious, and he cannot be interrupted by anyone.

Buzz.

With a casual wave, an invisible barrier enveloped Mo Youlan in an instant.

Da da da da da.

The dense bullets touched the barrier and stopped strangely in the air and could no longer go deeper.

What happened, what happened?

Mo Qianshan's face changed wildly.

All the bullets actually stopped in front of Mo Youlan at the same time. After a few seconds, they landed all over the ground.

Fire! Keep shooting me. Mo Qianshan roared angrily.

This is the method of the immortal! The spiritual barrier. Yuan Tiangang's eyelids twitched wildly, shocked.

According to legend, only immortals in the Dan Kexing stage can control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to form an invisible barrier.

My disciple knows the immortal? Yuan Tiangang frowned in confusion.

No one doubted Jiangling because at this time Jiangling and Mo Youlan were more than ten meters away.

Why are you still standing there? Follow me. Jiangling took advantage of the chaos to drive the car to Mo Youlan.

Oh, okay. Mo Youlan asked Jiangling to help him carry the coffin into the car, and then the two drove away immediately.

Mo Qianshan's people were all dragged down and could not catch up.

After driving for a while, Mo Youlan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw no one catching up with her.

Thank you for saving me again. Just now, it seemed like a mysterious immortal was secretly helping me. His methods were really amazing. He helped me block all the bullets out of thin air.

Sitting in the passenger seat, she had not calmed down yet.

Jiang Ling smiled, didn't say anything, while driving, he used the fluctuations in Mo Youlan's body to unblock his memory.

Could it be that mysterious immortal? Mo Youlan suddenly looked at Jiangling.

Of course not. Jiangling's face did not change.

As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at him in the rearview mirror and saw an acquaintance.

Cheng Yu?

Jiangling frowned slightly.

At this time, Cheng Yu was standing on the front of a large truck, standing out of thin air, following closely behind Jiangling's car.

Leave Mo Youlan behind.

The low voice was clearly transmitted to Jiangling and Mo Youlan's ears through the sound of the wind.

It was Teacher Cheng Yu, why did he stand on the front of the car? Mo Youlan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Cheng Yu was here to kill him.

Why, even Teacher Cheng Yu wants to kill me? He is also from Mo Qianshan and his gang? Mo Youlan couldn't believe it.

Help me hold the steering wheel. Jiang Ling looked calm and unbuttoned his seat belt.

What are you going to do? Mo Youlan was confused.

Go out and kill someone.

He smiled slightly, climbed down the window to the roof of the car while the car was driving at high speed, and looked at Cheng Yuyao.

Jiangling, it’s you, Cheng Yu has a stern face and is full of murderous aura. I advise you not to block my way.

You came just right, just take you to try the sword moves I just learned.

Jiang Ling raised his lips and a sword shadow flashed across his eyes.

The third form of "Sword Thirteen" is: the sky sword is unsheathed!

His eyes were raging with sword shadows, making a sizzling sound of sparks.

The next moment, the wind and clouds changed color, and a sword arc covering the sky crossed the sky, dividing the entire sky into two, slashing towards Cheng Yu with an unparalleled momentum.

So fast!

Cheng Yu was about to take action to resist, and the sword arc that reached the sky came to him instantly.

With a slight sound, a huge bloody mouth was slashed out from Cheng Yu's chest, and blood rushes wildly.

Without even blocking a sword, Cheng Yu was almost killed. He dared not to stay there. He turned around and jumped into the car and ran away.

You are lucky. I haven't learned the third move yet, I just try it.

Jiangling whispered to himself and returned to the cab.

How was it? Mo Youlan drove the steering wheel with one hand, but didn't dare to look back, not knowing what was going on.

He left. Jiangling replied calmly.

He was busy sorting out his memories and had no time to chat with Mo Youlan.

Mo Youlan tactfully did not ask much, and looked at the distance with a god.

Jiangling took Mo Youlan around and after the fluctuations on Mo Youlan's body disappeared, he took the jade pendant and drove the car to a safe place, and left.

He did everything he could do, and Jiangling would not worry about what he next.

He rushed home and digested a lot of memories.

Others want to break through and look for immortal calligraphy skills everywhere, but Jiangling just needs to unblock the memory.

My memory is the largest immortal treasure in this world.

Jiang Ling returned home with emotion. As soon as he entered the community, he found that there were many bald and strong men wearing big gold chains standing at his doorstep.

Each of them had a small leather bag under their armpits and was broadcasting live on Kuaishou.

Hey, old guys, the professional debt-taking team has been live. I’ve been watching the beer gifts and I’m paying attention to the first and second lists. They are all my elder brothers.

Today, the live broadcast was a dead gambling man who owed a large amount of gambling debts. He wanted to sell his daughter and wife to us if he couldn't pay back the money.

A mobile phone holder was placed at the door, and the camera was aimed at the house. Several bald men outside the door took turns to go on stage and shouted vigorously.

Xu Daqiang, have you done it? I will give you another minute.

The debt collection impatiently urged.

OK OK OK OK OK It's soon.

At this time, a man with disheveled hair grabbed Xu Qiao's hair and said sternly: Where is your mother, where is that stinky bitch from Rose?

Xu Qiao was so painful that tears came out, but she didn't dare to resist, and she lowered her head and didn't dare to say anything.

I ask you, are you mute? He slapped Xu Qiao's face and left a red slap mark in an instant.

Xu Qiao covered her face and sobbed in fear.

Crying, crying. Xu Daqiang kicked Xu Qiao down with anger.

Damn it, it's so unlucky. One of the mother and one of the mothers is mute and the other bitch. I could have sold a lot of money together, but now it's good that bitch doesn't know where that bitch has gone.

He was so angry that his face turned red. He had been to Xu Qiao's house for a long time and had not found her mother. He disappeared except for a few small packets of drugs and a few hundred dollars.

Come in and take her away. How much do you pay? She is a student and is very valuable. Xu Daqiang's eyes shine.

Don't sell me. Xu Qiao's eyes were swollen after crying.
To be continued...