Ling Xiao turned his head and glanced at the Chaos Demon Ape sitting cross-legged, then raised his feet and walked towards the depths of the Immortal Sect.
In the recent battles, except for the 2,000 luck points contributed by Jin Yang, although Ling Xiao was not able to plunder too much luck, the villain's points reached 70,000.
Obviously, the happiness gained by killing one person is far less direct than that obtained by killing thousands of people.
Ling Xiao still hasn't figured out what the luck value is.
But the villain value is the key to improving his cultivation and redeeming spiritual treasures.
Now it seems that if you want to grow faster, you have to go to the land of Xijiang.
Moreover, in this land of Eastern Xinjiang, no one knows its appearance, and everyone pays attention to everything they do.
But when they arrived in Western Xinjiang, those dynasties were conquering all day long. Even if they had heard of his reputation as a handsome man, they might not even know what he looked like.
There seem to be more opportunities to pretend to be pigs.
Furthermore, once the Qin tribe is wiped out, there will be no one in the eastern borderland who can rival the Ling tribe. With Ling Tianlin's great talent and strategy, he will surely accomplish something by then.
In the final analysis, Dongjiang is still the possession of his old Ling family.
As for the Son of Destiny, whatever is supposed to come will come naturally in the Ten Thousand Sects Competition in half a month, and other people who are just lucky don't have to worry about calculations anymore.
Tianyuan Secret Realm is his great opportunity to unify Eastern Xinjiang!
As for the Treasure Pavilion of the Yunmi Immortal Sect...
Gan!
With such a big plaque, are you afraid that others won’t find it?
Ling Xiao stopped and looked at an ancient palace in front of him. Above the palace gate, there were three big characters written with flying dragons and phoenixes, "Treasure Pavilion". There seemed to be Taoist meaning flowing in it, showing its supreme majesty.
Also, who would have thought that this supreme orthodoxy would one day have their home stolen?
Ling Xiao shook his head, smiled, and strode in.
According to the plot, this Holy Land of Treasure Pavilion will be guarded by a seemingly ordinary old man.
The old man is usually some kind of supreme elder, the holy master's personal uncle, with an eccentric personality, and he especially admires loser disciples with good intentions and average qualifications.
But now, Immortal Lord Yunshuo is using his clan's strength to conquer the Qin clan, how could he not bring such a trump card?
Therefore, Ling Xiao didn't waste half of his energy and kicked open the ancient palace in front of him.
"Buzz!"
Rich spiritual energy surged like a sea in an instant, and in the treasure pavilion, there were all kinds of spiritual treasures, elixirs, and ancient books, which were nine stories high.
"Get rich!"
Even with Ling Xiao's temperament, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement at this moment. This was far more terrifying than the Si family and the Yu family.
With these good fortunes, Ling Xiao is confident that even if he builds a dynasty in Western Xinjiang, it will be easy!
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and he calls himself the emperor. Thinking about it, it's really exciting.
"Whoosh!"
But before Ling Xiao could think about it for too long, he saw a black shadow rushing out from his crotch, quickly heading towards the pavilion filled with pills.
"Huahua!!! Stop!"
Ling Xiao's expression changed, but in the end it was still a step too late.
Huahualong opened his mouth wide and swallowed all the elixirs in his body.
Gan!!
You beast, you are simply... making me want to be fucked!!!
"belch!"
When Ling Xiao chased after him, he saw that Huahua's belly was as big as a ball, and his eyes were full of satisfaction.
"Huh? It smells so good!"
But before Ling Xiao could get angry, another calm voice came from behind him.
Feng Ling's figure appeared out of thin air and stood in front of the stone case where the spiritual materials of heaven and earth were placed.
"Gulu!"
Ling Xiao was about to cry but had no tears. He watched helplessly as Feng Ling put the spiritual materials placed on him into his bag and then disappeared in front of his eyes without even looking at him from beginning to end.
you…
Are they all devils?
Why can you so calmly take possession of the good fortune that I have worked so hard to plan for?
Does your conscience really not hurt?
Ling Xiao looked up to the sky and screamed sadly, but in the end he did not dare to hesitate any longer. The ancient ring in his hand lit up with a mysterious light, and all the ancient spiritual treasure books in the treasure pavilion were included in it.
Until Ling Xiao's figure walked out of the palace, the treasure pavilion behind him, except for the golden plaque on the door of the palace, was still there, and the inside was as bright as a bright mirror.
"My lord!!"
Duoying and Miyong's figures fell from the sky, with a look of joy on their faces.
Especially Miyong, for him, a breakthrough in realm means reaching the heavens.
"Let's go, the show is about to begin over there with the Qin clan."
Ling Xiao smiled calmly, put the two of them into the ancient pagoda, and walked down the mountain.
I left quietly, as if... no one knew I had been here.
Supreme orthodoxy?
Destined child?
In my eyes, Ling Xiao, they are just steps leading to the top.
One thought can determine his life or death!
…
Qin tribe, ancient city of red gold.
Today's Holy Land of the Qin Clan seems to have lost its former prosperity.
Thousands of miles high in the sky, figures with terrifying auras stood with their hands behind their backs, shocking the world.
In front of the main hall of the Qin clan, Emperor Qin looked cold and his eyes seemed to be shining with the scorching sun.
He raised his head and looked at a white-robed figure in front of the crowd, and there was a dark light in the depths of his eyes.
In just one day, the Qin clan's territory thousands of miles away was covered with blood flowed by the Yunshuo Immortal Sect.
If he hadn't recalled the strong men in the clan early, I am afraid that the Qin clan would have been in ruins today.
But even so, tens of thousands of monks still died in this disaster.
This is no longer a dispute between two supreme sects, but a disaster for the entire Eastern Xinjiang cultivation world.
But...the inheritance of this person is cut off, and this hatred is irreconcilable.
Although Yunmao also did it, it was Qin Wei and Qin Leng who survived in the end.
Unknowingly, the Qin clan seems to have become the culprit of this disaster.
"Emperor Qin, your Qin clan is so arrogant and unethical that you have cut off my Yun Shui inheritance. Today, I will use your clan to perish so that my disciples can rest in peace and extinguish my Yun Shuo's anger!!"
Immortal Lord Yunmi shouted coldly, pressed down with one hand, and the world instantly became gloomy.
The endless spiritual energy rolled and turned into a giant shadow thousands of feet high, encompassing the entire Qin clan.
It has to be said that the Yunmao Immortal Sect is the leader of the righteous path in Eastern Xinjiang. The strength of the Yunmao Immortal Master is extremely terrifying.
Even Emperor Qin had a hint of surprise in his eyes at this moment.
Seventh-grade God Emperor!
The strength of this Immortal Lord Yunmi is one level higher than him, and two levels higher than that of another emperor of the Qin clan.
If this battle continues, the Qin clan... will be in danger.
"Immortal Master Yunmao, your disciples are competing against each other. Aren't you afraid of incurring heaven's punishment by killing all living beings like this?"
Emperor Qin shouted angrily, his body was covered with golden light like the sun. Above his head, there was a faint ancient formation blooming with divine brilliance, which actually directly blocked the palm of Immortal Lord Yunshui in mid-air.
"boom!"
The earth trembled, and countless cultivators from Crimson Gold City fell to the ground in pain, bleeding from their seven orifices. They actually died under the collision of this offensive, which shattered their heart veins.
"Disciples are fighting? Emperor Qin, you don't want to mess around and disciples are fighting? With Qin Wei, the descendant of the Qin clan, how can you kill me, the Holy Son of Yunshui?"
Immortal Lord Yunmi sneered, and a dazzling spiritual light bloomed on one palm again.
"Holy Son of Yunmao, he simply..."
Emperor Qin gritted his teeth and was about to explain.
Beside him, Qin Wei had already taken a step forward and shouted angrily in a cold voice, "Yes, Holy Son Yunshui was indeed killed by me. I only blame him for being arrogant and careless. Immortal Lord Yunshui, don't look down on others. You are so indiscriminate."
Killing innocent people is cruel and unethical. If you fight today, I, the Qin Clan, will fight with you!!"
"war!!"
"war!!!"
"Um?"
Emperor Qin stared blankly at Qin Wei beside him and the angry elders of the Qin clan, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
My son, something is wrong with you!
How long has it been since this happened, and you’re still fucking setting the pace?