Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly and she remained silent, not answering Di Yuxing's question.
Di Yuxing bit his pale lips, his eyes slightly unwilling, and said: "Without that weird rune, you...can't beat me!"
Ling Luo's long eyelashes flashed slightly, she looked at this weak and defeated little girl and said, "As I said, I have no obligation to tell you."
Di Yuxing was stunned for a moment, and then he started to cry. Tears fell down his face, and his expression was sad.
Ling Luo has a headache. Why does this little girl cry whenever she says she wants to?
I start crying without telling you a secret? This is an unpleasant habit.
"If I lose, the Great Purdue Buddha's Light will definitely belong to you. I won't be able to explain it to grandpa when I go back. My Guiyi Pill is also broken, wuwu——"
The more he thought about it, the sadder he became, and the more pitifully Di Yuxing cried.
Ling Luo was annoyed and frowned slightly, thinking that this little girl was not evil, it was just a competition, there was no need to push the other party's ideas.
"The power of the divine thunder of the Immortal Electric Talisman has no effect on me. I'll give it back to you."
Ling Luo sighed softly, stretched out his right palm, and a blazing purple electric light was injected into Di Yuxing's body.
She considered herself to be completely benevolent and righteous.
Di Yuxing's body was shaken heavily. After the divine thunder power of the immortal electric talisman was injected into her body, her face looked much better and her breathing was no longer so disordered.
"Thank you, Sister Ling."
After his body recovered a little, Di Yuxing wiped away his tears, stood up from the cold ground, bowed respectfully to Ling Luo, and said, "Yu'er owes you a favor, and I will pay it back in the future."
Gui Yidan was broken like that, she should have died.
Besides, in this match, the first person to provoke was Di Yuxing herself.
Then, Di Yuxing bowed in the direction of Hua Nongying and said, "Uncle Nongying, take your leave."
She is the granddaughter of the ancestor of the Emperor Star. In terms of seniority, she should be called Hua Nongying and her uncle.
Hua Nongying's face was not so pretty, and she said coldly: "You don't need to call me uncle. The master-disciple relationship between me and the Emperor Star Ancestor has long since ended, and we are no longer strangers."
Di Yuxing pursed his lips and said nothing more. He stepped on a tender emerald colored gauze and walked away in the wind, leaving the realm of Nongying Pavilion.
Ling Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the matter was finally over.
Maybe she didn't even expect that her small act of kindness to Emperor Yuxing today would bring her many opportunities in the future.
Good deeds and evil deeds will eventually be rewarded, good causes bear good consequences, and one life is for another.
Ling Luo didn't think too much. His sharp eyes swept across the faces of the cultivators in the arena and said, "Who else is there?"
The whole house was silent.
There was silence.
When everyone saw the tragic defeat of Emperor Yuxing, they were all frightened and did not dare to think of becoming enemies again.
Seeing this, Hua Nongying smiled slightly, with a look of satisfaction in her purple eyes, and said: "Since no one is willing to challenge again, then in the competition to save the Buddha's light, the Master of the Ling Pavilion of the God-killing Pavilion will win."
After saying that, Hua Nongying stretched out a finger, and a golden Buddha light condensed on the fingertip, hitting Ling Luo's eyebrows.
The inheritance of the skills was all submerged in Ling Luo's spiritual realm.
There are bursts of Sanskrit sounds and the Buddha's light is heavy.
In the vast starry sky of the spiritual universe, a golden Buddha rises slowly, with his hands clasped together and silently reciting the Buddhist mantra.
Ling Luo slowly closed her eyes. She forgot everything and fell silent in the joyful enjoyment of the ancient Buddha's teachings.