Ling Duanshang's body shook, and his undepressed anger almost made him rush out of the door, but Ling Ao held it down with one hand.

"Shang'er, there is no time. I will save Ren Wufei and Xu Guang. You can go!"

"Uncle, do you really want to stay?" Ling Duanshang's eyes fell, and there was a last trace of hope in his eyes.

A pair of warm big hands slowly patted his shoulders, and Ling Ao's voice came slowly: "Shang'er, you have grown up, and you can see that your uncle will not leave. This is the place where your father and second uncle buried his bones, and it is also the place where three generations of my Ling family have devoted their efforts. The 300,000 men from the Zhongguo Army are all watching your uncle! I am guilty of killing the commander, and the military order is like a mountain. Even if I have the crime of guilt, I cannot leave like this. What's more, someone will clear the grievances of our Ling family. My uncle will follow them to Zhaojing and report the grievances of my Ling family after meeting the emperor!"

"It's useless, these immortal cultivators have already controlled the government." Ling Duanshang shook his head slowly, his voice a little weak. Indeed! Under the power of the immortal cultivators, the resistance of the Ling family's ordinary people seemed so pale and powerless.

"The innocence that my uncle wants is not the so-called words of the imperial and powerful. What our Ling family wants is the innocence in the eyes of thousands of people in the country! Your grandfather has been conquering the world for the country throughout his life, and his reputation for life cannot be destroyed by the mouths of a group of treacherous ministers like this! If I escape, I will really accustomed to this crime!"

"General Ling, do you think what I said just now is a joke?" The roar came again, followed by a shocking sound.

Ling Ao didn't care. He kept a smile on his face. This smile could only be revealed to his relatives. He looked at Ling Duanshang, and his eyes were still filled with the doting touch: "Shang'er, go quickly! Don't worry, as long as you learn the magic of immortals, you can avenge us!"

Ling Duanshang quietly took the bag and the sword, and the mist was already rippling in his eyes. He suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Ling Ao. Unwilling to give in, the voice of unyielding unyielding came word by word under the drooping head: "My Ling family has suffered this disaster, and now I, Ling Duanshang, escaped..." Ling Duanshang suddenly looked up, and the murderous intention in his eyes was as sharp as a torch, "Uncle, Shang'er left this time, I don't know if there will be another day to meet... Shang'er swears with the surname of my Ling family. This irreconcilable hatred will definitely be rewarded in the future!"

Ling Ao did not speak, the big man looked quietly at the nephew who was about to leave with tears in his eyes, without saying a word, but the iron fist was like clenching a mountain, the steel teeth were like biting a dragon, and the chest was like a gushing magma...

He just looked at Ling Duanshang's back and disappeared outside the door...

"Senior Brother Zhou, if we wait like this, then Ling Ao will not escape, right?" Xie Chuan looked worried and looked at Zhou Dedao, the brown-clothed Taoist beside him.

Zhou De smiled, with a gloomy look in his eyes: "Ling Tiancheng dared not leave to save his grandson, and Ling Ao dared not leave for the soldiers in the city! Their Ling family are all stubborn! What's more, we have the magic weapon given by our master... But I doubt who the young man who blocked the sword to his senior brother?"

A woman in the same brown clothes stood beside Zhou De. The woman had an ordinary face, but there was a faint evil spirit between her eyebrows, and her eyes looked faintly cold. She was afraid she was also a cruel person: "According to Senior Brother Xiang, the martial arts used by this son were exactly the same as Ling Ao, and I was probably from the Ling family, but judging from the description of his appearance and age to Senior Brother, I have always suspected that he was probably Ling Duanshang!"

"Let's talk about it when I see that boy! He is here!" Zhou De's eyes fell on the burly figure slowly appeared on the city wall ahead, and said lightly.

"Ling Ao?"

"It's this general!" Ling Aohu's eyes were filled with lightning, and his voice was as cold as frost.

"Haha... That's right, he is Ling Ao, his expression looks like he is!" Xie Chuan sneered.

After hearing what Xie Chuan said, Ling Ao's body trembled slightly, and his eyes looking at Xie Chuan were about to penetrate it. He took a deep breath of the desolate cold air outside the pass, suppressing the murderous intent in his body.

"You want me to return to Zhaojing, yes! But I will have a request!"

The female cultivator in brown stood on the flying sword, looked down at the proud body below and said, "Do you think you are qualified to make the conditions in your current situation?"

Ling Ao smiled long: "You join forces, maybe Ling can't resist, but if Ling wants to die, you will probably be unable to stop him!"

"You said!" Zhou De looked at Ling Ao, and the two of them exchanged their gazes in mid-air.

"Yanguo retreated!" Every word was paused, leaving no room for negotiation.

Xie Chuan's face looked a little strange: "That's it?"

Ling Ao nodded.

"You Guardian Prime Minister has already told you. Don't worry, as long as you go back to the shit Zhaojing with us, these people from Yanguo will never dare to call you!" Xie Chuan's eyes were full of mocking.

"Where is the young man who was with you two days ago?" the girl in brown raised her eyebrows and asked in a cold voice.

At this moment, Ling Ao realized that they had not recognized the young man as Ling Duanshang. He smiled faintly and said, "You are late. He left two days ago!"

"He is also from your Ling family?" Zhou De's eyes showed a sharp light.

Ling Ao said unquestionably: "Whether it is or not, he is no longer here."

Xie Chuan's joking eyes fell on Ling Ao: "If that person was not from your Ling family, how could he use the same sword technique as you?"

"Although we were also shocked by Ling Duanshang's amazing growth, that person is probably Ling Duanshang!" Zhou De sneered and waved at the brown-clothed female cultivator, "Junior Sister Yang, please check it out with the blood light mirror given by your master."

The female cultivator in brown nodded slightly and turned her hands to draw out an ancient mirror. The mirror was only the size of a palm and was round. The back was wrapped in bronze skin and was engraved with strange runes. The mirror was quite bright and did not look like a bronze mirror.

The woman bit her fingertips and squeezed out a drop of essence and blood to the mirror. The blood dripped and immediately merged into the mirror. A circle of blood-colored ripples spread out, and a bunch of blood was born.

"The blood of Ling Tiancheng has been recorded in this magic weapon. You can find the people from the Ling family nearby by following this blood breath! However, my cultivation is limited, and I can only find a few miles of radius."

Everyone turned their eyes toward each other. Sure enough, a wandering blood group gathered and dispersed at the center of the mirror. The blood group naturally represented Ling Ao standing here.

"This blood group represents Ling Ao. If a second blood group appears, it means that there are people from the Ling family within a few miles." The female cultivator in brown explained.

Ling Ao felt a little relieved when he heard this, at least Ling Duanshang did not insist on following him.
Chapter completed!