Emperor Ling looked at a piece of gold paper in his hand, with a hint of deep thought in his eyes.
The letter was brought back by Ling Xiao's ghost.
The above describes in detail what happened on Sunset Mountain Peak and Ling Xiao's next plan.
With Guiying's loyalty and cultivation, Ling Xiao can naturally trust him.
The Qin tribe and the Ling tribe have been hostile to each other for thousands of years, and the hatred between the two tribes can be described as incompatible.
Now that he finally had the opportunity to suppress the Qin clan, Emperor Ling would certainly not let it go.
"What else did Xiao'er say?"
There was no expression on Emperor Ling's face. He didn't have the slightest concern about Ling Xiao's plan.
It's just a few hidden traps, and they can be planted even if they're dead.
But if the opportunity is missed, it is really gone.
"Young Master said that he would discuss it with the enemy of ten thousand people, and use a two-pronged approach to attack Longtan..."
Halfway through Guiying's words, he always felt that there was an ambiguity in the young master's words.
Go straight to Longtan?
Is it the Yunmi or the Qin people?
"What a two-pronged approach to attack Longtan!"
Emperor Ling's face condensed, and there seemed to be a picture in front of his eyes.
"You should do this yourself."
"Yes! Emperor."
The ghost took the gold paper from Emperor Ling's hand and watched Ling Xiao's plan in detail. Despite his character, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
Young Master is worthy of being the man who will take charge of the Ling Clan and the Wandao Demon Sect.
This kind of mental courage is definitely unparalleled by ordinary geniuses.
Even the person in front of him, at his age, probably doesn't have such a deep scheming mind.
The whole hall suddenly became quiet.
Emperor Ling looked up at the sky outside the palace, with a hint of amusement gradually rising at the corner of his mouth.
He is worthy of being my son, Ling Tianlin. With such means, why should he be afraid of the Holy Religion?
Tianjian Xianzong, on a path up the mountain.
A beautiful figure dressed in white came slowly, and her jade feet stepped out of green lotuses, like a true immortal from the sky, banished to the earth.
"Goddess...Goddess...you can't go up, we haven't informed you yet!"
Behind him, two disciples of the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect followed closely with bitter expressions on their faces, but their eyes were full of awe and obsession.
The goddess of the Taoist palace, the beauty who brought trouble to all races.
The rumors were indeed true. Although Nian Qingyun's face was covered with white gauze at this time, the eyes that were only exposed seemed to contain clear water, as deep as the abyss, and seemed to hide ten thousand kinds of amorous feelings.
"Ye Qingchan, where are you?"
Nian Qingyun ignored the two people's obstruction and continued to move towards the top of the mountain with light steps.
For some reason, when she heard this name, she felt upset.
Just, quite suddenly.
Although Ling Xiao had already explained Ye Qingchan's origin to her.
But the more Nian Qingyun thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Even if Ye Qingchan had a pitiful life experience, did Ling Xiao travel thousands of miles to bring her from the Northern Wilderness to the Holy State?
Granting her the spirit stone fortune, wouldn't life in a small area like the Northern Wilderness be more nourishing?
snort!
Dare you give my engagement gift to another woman in person?
Ling Xiao, you are so brave.
"Junior sister Ye?"
The eyes of the two disciples guarding the mountain narrowed, and a little surprise suddenly appeared on their faces.
Ling Xiao's actions that day were unknown to everyone in the entire Holy State.
But they never dreamed that this goddess, who was always as cold as frost, would actually come because of this matter.
"Goddess, Junior Sister Ye has been in retreat for five days, you..."
"Tell me where she is."
Nian Qingyun stopped and looked back calmly at the disciple guarding the mountain. The latter instantly collapsed and almost vomited blood and fell to the ground.
So cold, so scary!
This Nian Qingyun is worthy of being a goddess of the Dao Palace and a monster of the Holy State. With this level of cultivation, I am afraid that none of the true disciples of his Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect will be able to match him.
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"goddess…"
"It turns out that the Taoist goddess has arrived."
Just when the two disciples looked troubled, an old figure suddenly fell slowly from the sky.
Descendant of the Ling clan and goddess of the Taoist palace.
The identities and backgrounds of these two people are terrifying in the eastern border of the Holy State.
Especially now that the two are tied together again, they are both prosperous and destructive, and there is no room for the leader of the Tianjian Sect to deal with it carelessly.
"Meet the sect master."
The two disciples immediately bowed down and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
This goddess is beautiful, but her temper is really cold and ruthless.
Of course, people's absolute coldness is only for those like them.
Maybe I am very passionate about Mr. Ling Xiao.
"Sect Master Duan."
Nian Qingyun bowed slightly, his face still cold.
"Haha, I wonder what the goddess is doing here?"
Although Duan Wuyong had a smile on his face, he sighed bitterly in his heart.
Either of these two couples is a disaster, and nothing bad will happen to them if they come to the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect.
"Where is the sword Ling Xiao gave you?"
Nian Qingyun spoke calmly and seemed not to feel any pressure at all because of Duan Wuyong's identity.
As both divine emperors, the reason why the Ling Clan and Piaomiao Dao Palace are feared is precisely because the masters of these two forces are generally at a higher level.
"Uh...the goddess is going to..."
A trace of surprise flashed in Duan Wuyong's eyes. Could it be that this goddess went up the mountain to get the divine sword back?
Not really.
Although the Qiu'a Divine Sword is indeed the most precious treasure of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords, it is a mere divine weapon that should not make Nian Qingyun lose face.
Could it be...
"If it is with the sect master, then please give it to me, sect master, and I will personally deliver it to Ye Qingchan."
Nian Qingyun stretched out his white jade hand and whispered towards Duan Wuyong.
Ye Qingchan has been in seclusion for five days?
So, this Tianjian disciple went into seclusion on the day of his engagement to Ling Xiao?
If there was nothing going on between the two of them, why didn't she accompany Duan Wuyong to congratulate him instead of going into seclusion?
Humph, there must be something fishy, I'm afraid I'm sad.
"this…"
Duan Wuyong seemed a little hesitant. Ye Qingchan was still in a critical period of seclusion.
If Nian Qingyun comes to disturb him at this time, some trouble may arise.
"Goddess, how about this? We don't want this divine sword anymore. How about you leaving?"
Finally, Duan Wuyong suddenly shook his head, took out the Qiu'a Divine Sword with a smile on his face, and handed it to Nian Qingyun's hand.
His original intention was that he didn't want Ye Qingchan to have too much involvement with Ling Xiao.
That boy was very evil, and now even this ruthless Taoist woman was about to fall. He really couldn't trust that Ye Qingchan was holding the divine sword that Ling Xiao gave her every day.
Seeing things makes me miss people.
In this way, how to achieve the supreme swordsmanship?!
"An artifact?"
Nian Qingyun raised his brows slightly, but the corners of his mouth under the white gauze raised a touching arc.
The divine sword that Ling Xiao gave me is an ancient relic!
Even if it is incomplete now, it is still in the category of artifact.
Although the sword in front of me looks dazzling, it obviously has nothing to do with ancient times!
Suddenly, Nian Qingyun felt a little satisfied.
Just when she turned around, her expression froze. Why would I have such an idea?
Damn Ling Xiao, I will personally kill you at the Ten Thousand Sects Martial Arts Summit.
Well, just use the Seven Tribulations Divine Sword you gave me!
"Buzz!"
Just when Nian Qingyun was secretly resentful, a loud sword chant suddenly came from the top of the mountain in the distance.
Like the sea, the sword intent swept across and shattered thousands of miles of clouds in an instant.