"What is yours and what is not yours, I am confused." Jianlong's somewhat inconsistent voice broke the silence.
Huang Quan agreed: "Yes, it's too profound."
"It's late at night. Go to bed. I'm going to bed." Anyway, Xiaoluo's heart has been replaced and he is completely out of danger. There is nothing to worry about.
The cheap dragon yawned, stretched out a black paw, and patted his mouth, feeling very lazy.
"Luo'er, let's go back and rest." Xuanyuan Yu quickly recovered from the strange state.
"You go to bed first, I'm not sleepy yet." Ling Luo refused with a smile, "I still have some things to say and want to talk to Ye Ling alone, is that okay?"
A wife slave never refuses her wife's request.
Xuanyuan Yu nodded obediently and said, "Okay, don't chat for too long. I'll wait for you in the room. You just had a heart transplant and are recovering from a serious illness. You need a good rest."
"Yes." Ling Luo gave her husband a reassuring look, then took Qingcheng Yeling's sleeve and walked forward, "Let's go, relax with me."
Qingcheng Yeling did not refuse, and followed the group towards a narrow path ahead.
Under the clear moonlight, two beauties are strolling. Seen from behind, they have an air of independence and celestial being. The picture is absolutely beautiful.
"Xiaoluo, you have something on your mind again."
Qingcheng Ye Ling was the first to break the silence and said with a smile, "A quarter of the power of the Tree of Life has become your heart. There is nothing to worry about."
"I'm not worried about my heart." Ling Luo shook his head slightly and said, "Ye Ling, when I went to the Death Sand Sea tonight, I got a picture of the Demon Emperor Wan Tian, in which the weapon of the Demon Blade Wan Tian was sealed.
Spirit, that weapon spirit is a female, which makes me feel very ominous."
"What?"
Qingcheng Ye Ling's face suddenly changed, a dark color flashed across his dark red eyes, and he asked in surprise: "Did Xuanyuan get Wangtian's weapon spirit?"
"Yes!" Ling Luo felt uneasy when she saw Qingcheng Ye Ling reacting so strongly, "Ye Ling, do you know anything about that delusional weapon spirit?"
"Impossible! The weapon spirit of Demon Blade Wantian was sealed by Wuchen back then. How could it suddenly appear in the third heaven? This is completely unreasonable!"
Qingcheng Ye Ling's usually calm face showed a flash of madness, and his dark red eyes were filled with turbulent waves.
"Wuchen?" Ling Luo keenly felt the crux of the problem and asked, "What Wuchen?"
"Wuchen is..."
Qingcheng Ye Ling's words rushed into her throat, she stopped abruptly, and her face turned pale.
The expression on Ling Luo's face suddenly became serious, and her heart was full of doubts. She said in a deep voice: "Ye Ling, are you hiding something from me?"
Qingcheng Ye Ling bit her lips and struggled in her heart for a long time. Her bloodless lips moved slightly and she said calmly: "Di Wuchen and Di Jiang are the two divine beasts under the command of the Lord God. Di Wuchen is the fox of Qingqiu, and Di Jiang is Lang.
Evil Lin."
Regarding the relationship between himself and Di Wuchen, Qingcheng Yeling still chose to hide it.
Ling Luo was extremely shocked: "Di Jiang...it turns out that Xun'er's biological mother has such a powerful background. However, what happened to Wang Tian's weapon spirit?"
She had heard Jue He mention the matter about Di Jiang.
But Di Wuchen...
Qingcheng Ye Ling said in a deep voice: "Three thousand years ago, the Dark Lord's demon blade Wutian was broken by the Lord God, and the weapon spirit was sealed by Di Wuchen."