"You're kidding! The blood feud can be restored today. How could I, Ao Kun, not do it?"
When the words fell, Ao Kun had already stood still in the void. He was only a moment away from several people.
He took a deep look at Hua Yun, then looked at Long Xuan with a smile.
"When old friends meet, they don't say hello? Do you know that for these thousands of years, I, Ao Kun, have been thinking about you day and night?"
The words he spoke seemed to be the lingering words between lovers. But the tone was extremely cold.
Long Xuan's expression was complicated, and he squeezed Hua Yun's hand. As if he had found a pillar of support, he suddenly felt relaxed and smiled sweetly: "Really? It's a pity that Long Xuan is already someone else's wife, so I can only let you down."
I understand. Also, I now have the name Longxuan, and Ao Bi is a name from the past and has been abandoned long ago."
At this time, Hua Yun also chuckled: "Brother Ao, please know! Long Xuan is actually three months pregnant now."
Seeing Ao Kun's originally calm pupils, they suddenly jumped and condensed. The smile on the corner of his lips suddenly became stronger: "It's just a pity, Brother Ao is afraid that he won't be able to drink my child's wedding wine.
Originally, Master’s intention was to take you under his sect and make you a famous disciple. Due to my fate with Long Xuan and my fellow seniors, it’s just that, no matter what—"
He said two words of 'no he' in a row, seemingly expressing infinite regret. Hua Yun's eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife: "You have appeared, but you are ready to die? Where is Long Ying? That damn old man,
Could it be that he doesn't dare to show up? Do you really want to sit back and watch his disciple disappear?"
Ao Kun did not answer, but looked at Long Xuan again. After just a moment, his eyes calmed down again, he laughed dumbly, and shook his head slightly.
"That's right! Ao Kun really can't drink your child's wedding wine. After eight thousand years of loneliness, I thought my heart had become cold. Only then did I realize that I still care a little bit! But when I think about these ten thousand years
It’s a waste of time. It feels worthless and ridiculous—”
When he said this last sentence, Ao Kun's tone was extremely relaxed. His expression was also full of relief.
And behind him, a powerful old laughter also came out.
"My friend Ao Kun, you finally understand the word love! I told you before that this woman has a wrong mind and is not a good match. What happens now?"
Several people here raised their eyebrows.
This voice is Dragon Shadow!
Following the sound, I saw an old man walking in the sky, walking in the steps of a dragon and a tiger. His beard was knotted and his appearance was rough. He was only dressed in linen clothes, but his majesty was extraordinary, and the lightning in his eyes flashed slightly.
But when he came out, there was another person following him. He was a middle-aged Taoist who was graceful, elegant, and calm, with an expression full of helplessness.
"Ask Xu?"
Na Huayun was slightly startled, with a strange look on his face.
It is not surprising that the founder of Lingyun Sect is here.
The strange thing is why this person is following Long Ying.
Could it be that these two people want to join forces? How is that possible?
Not to mention the blood feud between Ling Yun and Qian Tian, the two Taoist ancestors can make this question a lot of worries.
That Wenxu came right after Long Ying, but did not speak, and stood silently in a remote place. Then he looked at everyone here with complicated eyes.
Especially Hua Yun and Long Xuan, they wanted to speak but stopped and sighed in distress.
Hua Yun was only slightly surprised for a moment and didn't care much.
With this person's wisdom, he would not be stupid enough to help the dragon shadow Ao Kun and make the Lingyun Sect extinct from the Taoist sect.
At this time, I heard Long Ying laugh loudly: "I, Long Ying, have only one direct disciple who I like in this life! Not to mention his death, even if he is slightly injured, he is extremely distressed. He is now in this state.
Jie, how can you not protect me personally?"
He squinted his eyes again and looked at the people here: "Now that this old man of mine has arrived, how will you treat Hua Yun? You guys also want to be enemies with me?"
This sentence is about asking the other three cultivators of the divine realm here.
Tailingzong Qiuyun, however, shook his head unequivocally: "It's not that we want to be enemies with you, Longying, but it's inevitable. Your disciple has acted wantonly and killed too much in the past few years. I am the second disciple of Dao Sect.
The lives of one hundred thousand disciples must be accounted for. I advise Senior Long Ying to step back today, otherwise the sword has no eyes, and senior Long Ying may also lose his life!"
The Taoist priest of the Ling Sect, whose name was Feng Yunzi, also snorted coldly at this time: "The so-called failure to teach is the fault of the father. Failure to teach strictly is the fault of the teacher. The reason why this sect has ended up like this is because of you, Long
You have to take the blame on yourself! The old man Potian of our clan also died in his hands just now. He must pay with his blood!"
The other person in the divine realm is a woman. She is dressed in a snow-white robe, but her face is withered and she looks like a skeleton.
At this moment, he was chuckling: "Long Ying, your disciple ruined the great affairs of our Yuanshi Shenzong. Thousands of years of conspiracy have all come to nothing. Do you think he should be killed? In fact, it's easy to ask me to retreat. You only need to pay compensation."
The loss of our sect only costs two lives."
Before she finished speaking, another crack was torn open in the void boundary river.
A figure stepped out from inside. There was a sound in red robes, it was blood robes.
Seeing that everyone in front of them had serious expressions and looked at them warily, the man in blood immediately smiled.
"Don't worry! I'm here just to see the excitement!"
Although he said this, his eyes looked at Long Ying Ao Kun with a bit of evil intent.
His tongue was about a foot deep and he was licking his lips.
"Of course! It would be great if we could get two of the best blood food!"
Taoist Longying raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and then laughed at himself: "Is this really true that I am surrounded by enemies? My popularity, Longying, is actually so bad. Could it be that I really want to grow old and die here?"
When everyone heard this, they all smiled coldly and did not answer the question.
Hua Yun looked at the dragon shadow with slightly narrowed eyes, as if looking at a clown.
I am in a relaxed mood, remembering that ten thousand years ago, this person appeared, struck him three times from the air, and forcibly rescued Ao Kun, which shocked the world.
At that time, he was shocked, frightened and hateful. But at this time, he was just a man waiting to die.
Long Ying didn't feel embarrassed and turned to ask Xu: "Ask Xu, in your opinion, how will today end?"
The expression on Wenxu's face was alternately green and white, and he was ashamed and annoyed. He remained silent and refused to speak.
On the other hand, Mingyu smiled slightly: "Of course it's Taoist Brother Longying, killing everyone and sweeping everything!"
Old Man Longying burst out laughing.
Hua Yun and the others across from him all frowned, instinctively feeling that something was wrong.
The heavy light directly drew out the sword, and a cold white sword light slashed out like a dragon!
"What a shame! This person just killed someone, so why do you need to say more?"
It was the Sword of Withering that exploded as soon as it reached the halfway point. An abnormal flush appeared on Chong Guang's face, causing a stream of time to wash away into the spiritual river. In those eyes, there was great excitement. {Piao Tian Literature
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