That day when Ling Xiao was in the Northern Wilderness, he encountered a swordsman in white who was chasing Bai Zhixi.
That person's realm was at the level of Po Luan, and the swordsmanship principles that Ling Xiao now possesses were plundered from him.
For some reason, when he heard what the ghost said, the outline of that person appeared in front of Ling Xiao's eyes.
Could it be such a coincidence?
Gan.
If you ask me, who should I ask?
Coincidentally, it's not the dog authors who have the final say.
What makes Ling Xiao a little confused is that if the one who slaughtered the Lin family that day was really the swordsman in white, can it also be said that... the Blood Soul Temple destroyed the entire Lin family?
How did a small town on the border of Eastern Xinjiang and a declining tribe attract the attention of that force?
You must know that in this holy land, the words Blood Soul Temple are far more intimidating than the Ling Clan and the Ten Thousand Dao Demon Sect.
But for such a huge beast, a strong Taoist came and destroyed a small and run-down clan?
Is it possible that the Lin family still hides some treasure?
But as soon as this idea emerged, it was instantly killed by Ling Xiao.
If the Lin family really has any treasure, it must be with Lin Xi.
But Ling Xiao had basically seen all the trump cards Lin Xi had, and most of them were given by the grandfather in the ring.
As for the old grandfather, he should have picked it up after falling off the cliff...
strangeness.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
The ghost looked at Ling Xiao in confusion, especially the gloomy look on the latter's eyebrows at this moment, which made him feel inexplicably worried.
"If it is inconvenient for the young master to take action, I will kill Lin Xi now!"
"No, Uncle Gui, you go back and tell your father that he doesn't have to interfere with my affairs, and... there will be a battle between the Qin Clan and the Yunshuo Immortal Sect in the near future. I will go back and discuss it with the tens of thousands of enemies to see if I can make some plans.
Ichiban, please bring this letter to father."
Ling Xiao shook his head and handed Guiying a piece of gold paper.
How can a little cutie like Lin Xi kill just as he says?
If he dies in the hands of others, the reward dropped by the kill will be gone.
"The Qin Clan and the Yunmi Immortal Sect?"
The ghost's face was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and a flash of horror suddenly flashed in his eyes, "Young master is saying..."
What happened at Sunset Peak yesterday has already been reported back to the Ling clan.
Although there is something fishy about this matter, it has to be said that at the moment, both Ma Liang and Qin Leng have a stake in the reputation of the two supreme orthodoxy.
This matter may not be considered big, but it is not small at all.
But no matter what, the two major forces will never be as close as before in the future.
"Go, I have to go back to Wandao Demon Sect. Uncle Ghost, it's okay...you don't have to follow me."
Ling Xiao's last words were obviously an order rather than a discussion.
Hearing this, the ghost nodded and disappeared instantly.
"It's getting more and more interesting, Lin Xi, please don't let me down."
Although Ling Xiao has not guessed Lin Xi's sister's identity now, it is useless to think too much. As long as she appears in front of him, Ling Xiao will definitely recognize her.
"Sir... I have prepared some wine and food in the main hall. If you wake up, please come and use it with my wife."
Ling Ping's voice suddenly came from outside the hall.
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly and pushed open the door. As expected, he saw the latter standing outside the door with a humble expression.
"Greetings, sir!"
Behind him stood his seventh-room concubine.
"It seems that City Lord Ling is living a very happy life in Qingxiao City."
Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, and Ling Ping knelt on the ground with a look of fear on his face.
"Mr...Mr., this old slave is scared."
Although his surname is Ling, he was given by the Ling clan. In the eyes of Ling Xiao and other direct lineage masters, he is still just a slave.
"Qin Leng sent it back?"
"Back to the young master, I personally sent him back to the Qin clan."
"Oh? Has the Qin clan ever been suspicious?"
Ling Xiao nodded, Ling Ping's work was quite safe, at least the layout of Qingxiao City was in line with his wishes.
"No, Qin Leng is the direct son of the Qin clan after all. Although his talent is not top-notch, he still has some status in the Qin clan."
Ling Ping's implication was that Qin Leng must have said many good things about Ling Xiao in the clan.
Ling Xiao felt that such an upright young man could still be used more in the future.
No, I should have helped him more.
For example, if all the direct sons of the Qin clan have fallen, and not a single one of the descendants is left, wouldn't the position of the Qin clan's successor be about to fall into the hands of Qin Leng?
After all, the look in the Qin clan's young master's eyes when he left couldn't deceive anyone. He really loved me!
Heartless Leng Shao, you are going to be prosperous!
"You did very well."
Ling Xiao casually dropped a few blue pills and walked towards the air.
There, he has been waiting for the Kowloon Golden Chase for a long time.
"City Lord Ling, please pay more attention to your health."
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The land of the Qin tribe.
What is different from the Ling tribe is that this place is not deep in the mountains, but a prosperous ancient city.
In the middle of the ancient city, a powerful and magnificent golden palace stretches for thousands of miles.
That's right, the lands of the Qin Clan are all made of real gold and jade, showing their supreme nobility.
The Qin clan has been inherited for thousands of years and has produced many powerful people.
These common objects, which are priceless in the eyes of mortals, are just materials used to build palaces to the Qin people and are not worth mentioning.
But today, the Qin Clan's Holy Palace was shrouded in a dark cloud.
Several old men in white clothes stood in the sky, and the aura surging around them was comparable to the power of God.
Beneath these people, several powerful god kings from the Qin tribe looked wary, but they also had a bit of anger on their faces.
"Feng Baiyang, you broke into our Qin Clan's Holy Palace rashly, do you intend to start a war?"
A strong God King from the Qin tribe glared at the old man who was leading him in mid-air, and shouted angrily in a cold voice.
The old man was dressed in white and stood with his hands behind his back.
Although there was only a ray of power emanating from his body, it eclipsed the whole world.
Feng Baiyang, the great elder of the Yunshui Immortal Sect, and one of the two great divine emperors of Yunshui.
It is rumored that this great elder arrived in the imperial realm a hundred years ago, and his cultivation is unfathomable.
"Ask Emperor Qin to come out and speak."
However, Feng Baiyang ignored the clamor of those Qin Clan God Kings and stepped forward, intending to break into the Qin Clan.
You know, for any supreme orthodoxy, breaking into the ancestral land is a huge provocation.
But no matter what, Feng Baiyang is a genuine and powerful God Emperor. With several of them in the God King realm, they don't dare to stop him.
"Haha, Elder Feng is here. I don't know what's going on."
At this moment, deep in the Holy Palace, a sneer suddenly sounded.
Immediately, a ray of golden light bloomed from the sky, like the sun, revealing its supreme majesty.
The ancient method of the Qin people, the Holy Body of the Great Sun, is the top creation magical power in the Holy State.
And as the sunlight fell, a figure covered in golden robes suddenly stepped out of the void and arrived in front of Feng Baiyang and others in just one step.
"Um?"
Seeing this scene, even given the cultivation level of the Great Elder Yunshui, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
"Haha, no wonder the Qin people are so arrogant. It turns out that Emperor Qin has made great progress in cultivation."