Ji Xuanqing and Du Qirui, who were sitting outside the door, did not notice him and were still discussing the true identity of the murderer in whispers.
Wen Gu Bi Ling stretched out his hand and touched Ling Xi's eyebrows.
"boom."
The flames burned, forcing him to retreat.
After a few breaths, he reluctantly returned to the clouds and said with an unpredictable expression: "Sure enough, it is undoubtedly the Ancestral Dragon."
"The battle between immortals and demons 30,000 years ago destroyed the world of 3,000 immortals to 800."
"Two thousand two hundred star realms have been reduced to abandoned places, and their origins have been lost."
"In that battle, there were countless casualties. It not only damaged the foundation of the immortal world, but also caused the source of heaven and earth to be almost exhausted."
"The Lord of the Ancestral Dragon at that time was Ye Xuanhuang, the emperor of the Xuanhuang Immortal Realm, with a cultivation level of the Sixth Half-Saint Realm."
"After his death in the Holy Killing Valley, the Ancestral Dragon Dharma disappeared for 29,000 years and never entered the world again."
"The reason is very simple."
"The second most exquisite dharma image is the first dragon born from the eight hundred immortal worlds and three thousand small worlds, which combine the origins of heaven and earth."
"He is the leader of dragons, the ancestral dragon."
"The battle between immortals and demons has damaged the origin of heaven and earth. As it should be, the Ancestral Dragon has been implicated and has been delayed in coming out."
"Now that thirty thousand years have passed, under the repair of the long river of time, the depleted origin has gradually recovered, and finally awakened the sleeping ancestral dragon."
After speculating to himself, Wen Gu Bi Ling retorted: "No, the Ancestral Dragon's awakening has nothing to do with Lingxi."
"She is just a real dragon, with a little bit of the power of Dragon Yang remaining in the form of a degenerate dharma."
"Even if the energy is still there, there is no reason to be promoted to Ancestral Dragon overnight."
"Everything has its effect for a reason. Suning relies on luck, so Lingxi, what does she rely on?"
Unable to figure it out, unable to guess, the mediocre-looking Wengu Biling said impatiently: "That's all, time is limited, there is no need to waste too much here."
"For the time being, do as you are told and bring this girl back to Wen Palace."
"I believe the master will have some clever ideas for the specific arrangements."
With a wave of his hand, Ling Xi, who was lying on the bed in the bedroom, disappeared.
The writing spirit escaped into the void, and said with a strange smile: "I don't expect you to be as powerful as Jiang Lin'an six thousand years ago, but Suning, your husband."
"Wouldn't it be wonderful for a husband and wife to kill each other?"
"Hahaha, that scene is really exciting."
"What do you think?"
Someone laughed wildly in the torn black abyss, and then slowly drifted away bit by bit.
Ten minutes later, the Catastrophe Bell rang, its nine tones resounding throughout the nine peaks of Kunlun.
In the main hall, Ji Xuanqing could be heard roaring hysterically: "What are you waiting for? Go find it quickly."
"Send all disciples in four directions: southeast, northwest, and search for clues along the way."
"Contact Daomen, Ziwei, and use all the power I, Kunlun, can use to find someone."
"Qirui, go to the Immortal Tomb yourself."
"The other party can hide from my semi-immortal realm perception, and his cultivation level is self-evident."
"China is not the China of six years ago. There should no longer be masters of the seventeenth level of martial arts."
"Jingyue..."
While the elders in the family were very busy, Su Zhiyuan, who was tired from playing, slept soundly.
Drool was drooling from the corner of his mouth, and his little mouth was twitching.
She didn't know whether she had a nightmare or was awakened by the sound of the catastrophe bell, but she burst into tears.
His little hands were waving wildly in the air, and he shouted in a daze: "Mother..."
"Oh oh oh, I wish I could have a mother."
"You bad guys, I want to tell my father and third grandpa that you bullied my mother."
"Bad guy, bad guy."
She cried very sadly and screamed heartbreakingly.
Then, she fell asleep again, her face filled with tears.
That night, the eight hundred immortal worlds trembled and their origins surged.
In countless star realms, countless corners, and countless people, they vaguely heard the sobbing of young girls.
