A deafening roar came from the direction of the Immortal Tomb, and the aftermath was so big that even Lingxi thousands of miles away could clearly feel the strong tremor.
It is the roar of the Chinese earth, and the mournful cry of Kunlun Earth Soul after being suppressed by invisible forces.
It happened suddenly and lasted for more than a minute.
Then, everything became calm, as if nothing happened.
Lingxi fell from the clouds, and he said with emotion: "The full blow of the ninth realm of the Half-Saint is worthy of being the peerless evildoer who once had the greatest hope of ascending to the sixteen great worlds. Jiang Lin'an is worthy of being the eighth hundred immortals in thirty thousand years."
One person’s name.”
"If it weren't for his change of heart..."
"Oh, you can't blame him."
Her pace slowed down, and she took one last look at the main peak of Kunlun. Her mind swept over Ji Xuanqing and others one by one and said, "Master, it's time for my disciple to leave."
"if it is possible......"
Thousands of words were blocked in my heart, which finally turned into a helpless sigh.
She passed the second peak and flew over the third peak.
The past events are still vivid in my mind, and it is inevitable to be touched by the scene and feel sad.
"It doesn't matter, Suning. You are a demon and I am an immortal. When I take over the Wen Palace alone in the future, when Uncle Xinglan takes over the Martial Palace, and when Huo'er inherits the position of the Demon Ancestor, you will become the next Demon Ancestor."
"How could the three realms be divided into races at that time? Who would dare to hurt you at all?"
"All unwillingness and passivity are simply based on the fact that we ourselves are not strong enough and lack the right to speak that no one dares to refute."
"Rules? What are rules?"
"When the four of us unite the three realms, what we say will be the rules."
Breathing coldly, she walked hundreds of meters at a time to reach the fourth peak.
However, the next moment, an old man wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe walked out of the void and landed calmly.
"Uncle Mo?"
Lingxi was shocked, and calmly moved his right hand to the Qiankun bag and said: "You, you didn't leave?"
Mo Zizi smiled strangely and said, "Leave? Why should I leave?"
"I brought Suning here. I worked hard for him and risked my life to go to the demon world to help him repair his Dantian Qi orifices, just to complete the path of reincarnation that I had stagnated for twelve thousand years."
"Now that the great road has not been completed, how can I give up halfway?"
"It's you..."
When the conversation changed, he looked around Lingxi in amazement and said, "Senior brother, you are so powerful. You are refined with Demon Saint tortoise shell and combined with seven magical powers to cover up your true appearance. No one would have thought that the legendary Lord of the Ancestral Dragon could actually
It also comes from China and Kunlun."
"Iron Mask?"
"Hahaha, I should call you Lingxi."
"Suning's wife, Su Xinglan's nephew-in-law, Kunlun headmaster Lingxi."
His eyes sparkled, as if there was no one around.
Mo ZiAo stroked a few white hairs on the bridge of his nose and said with deep meaning: "Wen Gu Bi Ling was buried in China. You can blame Xiao Buchong for this matter."
"After all, this is the truth. If you don't believe it, senior brother, you have to believe it. There is no way to investigate."
"But the group of people you designed to kill at the foot of Phoenix Mountain, girl, carelessly lost Jingzhou, and you indirectly left a loophole."
Lingxi remained silent, pretending to be calm.
The turmoil in her heart made her unable to calm down for a long time, and she was stunned for a while and didn't know what to do.
Her identity was exposed and she was caught helping Suning.
If she were an ordinary person, she would choose to silence him without hesitation to ensure that what happened in China would not be spread back to the fairy world and reach Duan Ziqian's ears.
However, God's calculations are not as good as those of humans, and there will eventually be a gap in every secret.
The insider is Mo Zi Ao, the uncle of Master Wen Dian, the junior brother of Duan Zi Qian, and a cultivator of the 18th level of a true immortal.