"So many years have passed, will she still wait for me on the Tengling Holy Mountain?

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Could she have woken up long ago? Could she have left the ancient world, and even on the Tianlong Continent, it is probably a thousand years long ago?

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“Wait, thousands of years?

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"Ruolan!!!"

Lin Hao's eyes were so bitter that he immediately stood up from the thunder pool, but he had been sitting cross-legged here for too long and his knees could not adapt to the standing position. He staggered and poured into the purple liquid thunder pool again with a thunder sound, and suddenly poured several mouthfuls of purple liquid! However, he suddenly woke up after falling into the water of the pool.

Since he is no longer afraid of the thunder in the thunder pool, then he can definitely take out all his magic weapons and other objects?

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Lin Hao immediately summoned the Sword of Immortal Sword, and almost as soon as he was moved by his thoughts, the Sword of Immortal Sword immediately made a sword sound and instantly appeared in front of him. Even the Holy Spirit suddenly escaped from the Sword of Immortal Sword and floated over the thunder pool.

"Owner!"

"Holy Spirit! You are still here, so good!!"

Seeing the Holy Spirit appear, especially the Holy Spirit still looks the same, Lin Hao suddenly felt a sense of joy and crying. The feeling of loneliness that he slept alone but had been hundreds or thousands of years after waking up was really unbearable. At this moment, the Holy Spirit appeared, and he immediately felt that he was not so lonely when he was accompanied by someone! "Master, the Holy Spirit is the master's sword spirit. How could he leave the master unless God died?

As long as the master does not abandon the Holy Spirit, the Holy Spirit will accompany the master forever and listen to the master's call forever!"

The Holy Spirit said sincerely to Lin Hao.

"well!"

Lin Hao really wanted to cry, but in the end he still held back his nose and asked at the Holy Spirit: "Do you know, how long have I been practicing here?

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"This..." The Holy Spirit was a little hesitant, as if she didn't know how long Lin Hao had been here, but after a moment, she still looked at Lin Hao's eyes sincerely and said, "The Holy Spirit doesn't know the exact time, because I was blocked by the thunder thunder in this thunder pool and could not be seen outside. But according to my rough estimate, the master should have practiced in this thunder pool for at least 40,000 years!"

"Forty thousand years?

!!?”

With a loud sound, Lin Hao suddenly lost all strength and hurriedly reached out and pressed his hand into the purple liquid in the pool to support his body.

"Forty thousand years?

?

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"Forty thousand years?

!?"

Lin Hao's eyes widened.

Forty thousand years, how is this possible!! He has not experienced the closure of death in his life, but no matter how long he is in seclusion, it will only last a hundred years!! Forty thousand years, this, what a long time has this been!! Forty thousand years, the strong people in the world have changed so many times. The top sects in the world have probably changed many times!! "Forty thousand years... How can Miaoxuan Pixiu wait for me outside the ladder for 40,000 years?

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"Forty thousand years... Xian'er, how could she sleep in my painting for 40,000 years? She had either woken up and left the ancient world, or..." Lin Hao raised his hand to cover his chest, because his chest suddenly hurt. Forty thousand years, not to mention a seriously injured and dying person who fell asleep, even a healthy and lively monk has long been destroyed in the long river of time!!! "Forty thousand years, even if the ancient world is only one day, forty thousand years outside, forty thousand years is still 40,000 days..." "Master, forty thousand days, the law of the year has been nearly one hundred and ten years!"

The Holy Spirit took the initiative to calculate the truth for Lin Haoyan.

But it was fine if she didn't count it. When she heard her statement, Lin Hao suddenly lost his strength again. With a thunder sound, he lay flat on his body and planted in the purple liquid thunder pool. However, he no longer struggled. Instead, he widened his eyes and looked at the void through the pool water! One hundred and ten years! The curse of the other side flower is a deadline of one hundred years! But he spent 110 years practicing martial arts, magical powers and great ways in this thunder pool! It's too late!!! How could Miaoxuan Pixiu wait outside the ladder for 40,000 years?

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How could the seriously injured and dying immortal in the painting be able to sleep for 40,000 years and wait for him to treat him?

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How could Ruolan, who was poisoned by the red spider flower, still have a way out in life 110 years later?

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"Forty thousand years...forty thousand years!!"

In the pool water, Lin Hao sank the bottom, and his eyes were open blankly. It was blocked by the purple liquid pool water. He could only see the purple liquid and thunder in the pool water, and he could no longer see anything! Of course, what if he could see other things?

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His mind was completely in chaos and dark at this time! When he destroyed the ancient world's heavenly way, he was shocked by the movement and some people summoned him. Therefore, he came here as soon as possible, but accidentally stepped into the painting world of the fourth level in the ten levels of creation! Ten thousand years in the painting world is only one day in the ancient world! Therefore, he was not in a hurry in the painting world, but when he left the painting world, according to his calculations, it was only equivalent to spending tea time in the ancient world, and at most no more than one stick of incense! Even if he spent a few more days to take away the inheritance of the immortal ancestor at the end of the ten levels of creation, when he left here and returned to the ancient world, at most, it was only a few days since he destroyed the heavenly way! But now, he is addicted to practice, and has no time in a hurry, and after opening his eyes again, forty thousand years has passed?

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"Forty thousand years...forty thousand years..." Lin Hao sank at the bottom of the pond, muttering to himself, and two lines of turbid tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

He could hardly imagine how many years he had missed and lost in these 40,000 years. Could it be that he could not even see the last side of Xian and Ruolan in the Miaoxuan Pixiu painting?

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Avenue?

Practice?

Supernatural powers?

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No matter how ethereal the great way, how powerful the martial arts, or the many magical powers are, how can we get the company of Miaoxuan and the Black Pixiu?

How could Xian'er be killed by the evil woman, but to protect his heart?

So how could it be exchanged for Ruolan for life, just to revive him!!! "My Miaoxuan, Pixiu, my fairy, my Ruolan!!"

"Forty thousand years of the ancient world, one hundred and ten years of the Tianlong Continent!!"

"Owner!"

"Master, please don't be so depressed. Maybe the Holy Spirit remembered the time wrongly, Master!"

The anxious cry of the Holy Spirit came from outside the pool water, but at this time, Lin Hao, who had already collapsed in his mind, could he hear the call of the Holy Spirit?

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He couldn't accept that he missed so much and lost so much just to practice these magical powers and magical methods! Those lost things, those who lost, those who lost are more important than his own life!!!
Chapter completed!