Lin Yang pulled Ji Ling up and said with a kind smile on his face:

"Ji Ling, from now on, you will be my disciple. Master will do his best to help you become a talent!"

"Thank you Master, the disciples will not live up to Master's cultivation!" Ji Ling smugly, she felt Master's goodwill and love for her.

Seeing Master's face that was immature, Ji Ling felt weird. She had a feeling that Master's age seemed to be as big as her.

Lin Yang felt what Ji Ling thought, coughed lightly, and said seriously:

"Ji Ling, don't look at the master who is very young. In fact, the master is already hundreds of years old."

"Hundreds of years old?" Ji Ling widened his eyes, his face was unbelievable.

Lin Yang tall his chest and asked with a smile: "Am I not like it?"

Ji Ling whispered:

"Oh my god, I can't think of Master so young, my father is almost one thousand years old."

"Master is only a few hundred years old, hundreds of years old, is this true?"

Hearing Ji Ling's murmur, Lin Yang knew where the problem was, and right, who was a hundred -year -old god said who believed it?

Lin Yang coughed dry, vaguely:

"Don't look at Master now very young, in fact, I have cultivated for a fork, and I am not young after a while."

Ji Ling covered her mouth and laughed. She felt that Master was so fun, approachable, and no shelf, and got along well. The concerns in her heart gradually dissipated.

Ji Lingang first asked:

"Master, where are the doors of God?

Lin Yang said with a smile:

"The old nest of our Divine Doctor is in Cang Huangtian. You have three sisters and one brother. You will see them in the future."

Ji Ling spit out his tongue, Cang Huangtian, I heard that it was far away.

Ji Ling is the fifth apprentice of Lin Yang and a talented demon. Her achievements are not worse than those apprentices.

Just as Lin Yang was about to speak, Ji Ling suddenly screamed without warning and fell to the ground, her body twitched violently, her facial features were twisted, and she screamed shrillly, and she was extremely painful.

With her scream, a dark mist sprayed out of her body.

As this mist exudes into the air, all the plants with 100 meters around the surroundings are dead, and the speed is extremely fast.

Some small animals who did not come and escape for 100 meters were killed quickly. The corpse turned into a corpse first, and then it became pus instantly.

The scope of the dark mist is still expanding. In a few breathing, it has spread from 100 meters from square to a square kilometer.

This scene is a bit scary. The square kilometers are all scorched. There is no living spirit, both animals and plants are poisoned.

Lin Yang nodded with satisfaction when he saw this scene. Not only did he not worry, but he laughed.

Ji Ling's Wanxian Eucharist has not been activated and recovered, so he has such power. Once the activation is resurrected, how strong the power is, it really makes people look forward to it.

As a miracle doctor, Lin Yang has an accurate judgment on Ji Ling's power. A cultivator in the fourth realm would die if he could not hold on in her poisonous fog for twenty minutes.

In other words, Ji Ling has no cultivation at all, but it has the power of killing the fourth sword monk. This is a bit horrible, and it is more abnormal than Lin Yang.

Lin Yang pointed to a little bit, a god of light entered Ji Ling's eyebrows.

Every time Ji Ling gets sick, her mind will fall into madness and she doesn't know what she is doing.

Now that Lin Yang's divine light was present, she instantly woke up from her crazy state, accurately controlled her body, and knew what was happening at this time.

Although the pain on her body is still there, her consciousness is sober, and she can communicate normally.

"Master, what's wrong with me?" Ji Ling asked sadly.

Lin Yang touched Ji Ling's head and comforted:

"Ji Ling, don't be sad, you are not a disease."

"The reason you will do this is because your venomous holy body wants to wake up. When your Eucharist completely wakes up, naturally it will be okay."

Ji Ling's "disease" is very simple. If the Holy Body of Ten Thousand Poisons wants to wake up, Ji Nong has never had the power to guide the power of recovery, so that power has been blocked in Ji Ling's body.

If the power of recovery is metaphorized into a disease, the disease has not been removed. If it is blocked in the body, it can be strange, and it will naturally become worse and worse.

It is also very simple to deal with this 'disease'. It only needs to guide the power of the venician sacred body to recover, so that she can recover.

However, although this is easy and simple, it is not easy to guide the power to recover. It requires a deep cultivation.

Lin Yang said:

"Ji Ling, next I will guide your Venom Eucharist to recover. You don't need to do anything, just give your body to Master."

Ji Lingda said: "Please apply the cast, the disciples are not afraid!"

Oh!

Lin Yang put his palm on Ji Ling's back, and a divine power poured into Ji Ling's body.

Lin Yang's divine power walked in Ji Ling's body, and it was very easy to open Ji Ling's body's 'valve'.

boom!

Suddenly, a powerful momentum exuded from Ji Ling's body, and the power was suspended in the air with Ji Ling's body.

With the development of recovery, there is a dark shadow behind Ji Ling. It is a humanoid god that cannot see the face, which gives people an extremely profound and powerful feeling.

Looking at the unprecedented humanoid god, Lin Yang thought about it:

"Is this the origin of the Holy Body of Ten Thousand Poisons? It's really strong."

As Ji Ling's saint body revived, terrifying poisonous fog vented around, and Lin Yang did not stop the poisonous fog from venting and allowed them to spread.

This is in the wild mountains and wild ridges, there is no birdman. It doesn't matter how you toss.

The range of poisonous fog was one kilometer from square, until the ten miles of the square, twenty miles, and finally continued to the square.

At this time, the scene was a little scary. Fang Yuan was shrouded in the fog. Within this hundred miles, all the creatures were dead and turned into pus.

Lin Yang was very satisfied with Ji Ling's power. It is indeed a venomous Eunion, mighty and domineering!

Ji Ling's poisonous mist at this time can easily poison the monk of the sixth realm of God.

Ji Ling's Wanxian Eucharist is still recovering, her strength is still increasing, and she will become stronger.

Lin Yang just guided, and did not do any interference, waiting quietly.

Time has passed four days. At this time, the range of poisonous fog has reached 130 miles, and it has completely reached Ji Ling's limit.

Lin Yang's heart was filled with sighs. The sacred body of the poisonous body was so powerful that it was the seventh realm of heaven and man when he woke up.

Lin Yang's little princess is a natural saint and is only at the seventh level of cultivation when she was born. Both are almost the same.
Chapter completed!