"Xiao'er, go and collect the treasure pavilion in Yuanyue Holy Land, and I will capture the spiritual vein for you."
Ling Tianlin raised his head and glanced at the depths of the Holy Mountain. He took a step forward and his figure immediately disappeared.
But Ling Xiao just nodded and smiled, and also walked towards the back mountain.
With the experience of Yunmo Holy Land, Ling Xiao found the treasure pavilion of Yuanyue Holy Land with almost no effort.
At this time, he also discovered that the layout of these supreme orthodoxy was indeed the same.
The grand treasure pavilion shows its magnificence.
There are three floors, one for spiritual weapons, one for elixirs and spiritual materials, and one for martial arts and martial arts.
"Lingxiao."
But just as Ling Xiao stepped forward to collect the treasure, a familiar voice suddenly came.
Ling Xiao's footsteps froze, and a trace of sadness, anger and helplessness suddenly appeared on his face, "Little ancestor...you won't..."
"Be careful about that...woman named Ye Qingchan..."
After finishing his words, Feng Ling just took a deep look at Ling Xiao and disappeared.
"Um?"
Ling Xiao frowned slightly, his eyes revealing surprise.
There was actually a hint of... faint worry in Feng Ling's eyes just now?
Is it because of...that Su Hui?
But in the end, Ling Xiao didn't think much about it. He had a system that could easily judge Ye Qingchan's psychological changes, so... there was no need to worry about her suddenly turning into another person.
However, I have to think of a way to see if I can help Ye Qingchan... erase her identity!
Ling Xiao selected some insignificant ones and prepared to reward those vassal forces who worked hard.
After all, people still have to be won over.
Otherwise, how could these sidekicks be willing to die for the Lord?
It wasn't until a loud roar of a dragon came from the direction of the back mountain that a smile appeared on Ling Xiao's lips.
The so-called spiritual veins are also called dragon veins.
The soil is the dragon's flesh, the stone is the dragon's bones, and the vegetation is the dragon's scales.
But what really affects luck is the aura hidden under the earth, rocks, vegetation.
Wherever there are ancient mountains and rivers, there are always veins of dragons crisscrossing them.
The higher the mountain, the deeper the river, the stronger the dragon vein.
So... in the land of high mountains and deep rivers, there are many holy places of immortal gates.
It is a geomantic treasure land.
Nowadays, Lingxiao's domain has the sun, moon, mountains, rivers, and swamps, but there is no spiritual energy at all.
Of course, if we let it develop, life will eventually emerge.
But Ling Xiao couldn't wait that long. What he wanted to do was to put nine dragon veins into it and turn it into a holy place for cultivation.
This will be the basis for him to stand proudly in the sky in the future.
The identity given by others is of course not as good as the power you hold in your own hands.
Especially for a villain, caution and strength are indispensable.
"Buzz!"
only!
Just when Ling Xiao opened Holy Lord Yuanyue's Universe Bag and was about to put all the spiritual treasures in it into his bag, a loud buzzing sound suddenly came from it.
Immediately afterwards, a golden ancient seal suddenly appeared across the sky, turned into a stream of light, and swept towards the distant sky.
"This is...a Taoist weapon that evolved from a weapon spirit?"
Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on his lips grew thicker.
What an unexpected little surprise.
As we all know, the evolution of a weapon spirit can be called a sublimation for a spiritual treasure.
Just when he killed three thousand disciples in the Holy Land, a strange wave emitted from the ancient magic blade.
According to Ling Xiao's opinion, the broken soul of the weapon inside should be showing signs of waking up after being moistened by blood.
But he really didn't expect that Holy Lord Yuanyue would have a Taoist weapon containing a weapon soul.
"Where to go!"
Soul light flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he suddenly clenched his palm, and saw a lightning handprint appear out of thin air, directly suppressing the golden light.
"boom!!"
However, what surprised Ling Xiao was that the golden light only trembled for a moment, then broke through the sky full of thunder and swept towards the distant sky.
"Come back!"
Ling Xiao's expression condensed, and the eight ways around his body bloomed with strange divine radiance, and turned into a giant palm again, holding the golden light in it.
"Chirp!"
A strange cry resounded, and the golden light suddenly bloomed, trying to break through Ling Xiao's control.
But if no one uses a Taoist weapon, even if it is so powerful, how can it be Ling Xiao's opponent?
After a moment of stalemate, the golden light in the sky finally dissipated and was pulled down from mid-air by Ling Xiao.
I started with an ancient golden seal, four fingers thick, with a golden phoenix shadow carved on it.
"Xiao'er!"
Ling Tianlin's figure descended from the sky, holding a ball of spiritual light in his hand, and there seemed to be a green shadow rushing through it.
"Father!"
"I have erased the consciousness of this spiritual vein for you, you can directly refine it."
Ling Tianlin handed over the spiritual light in his hand and glanced at the golden seal in Ling Xiao's hand, "Huh? Is this the golden crow divine seal of Holy Master Yuanyue?"
"Golden Crow Divine Seal?"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows lightly.
"Yes, this seal is an ordinary Taoist weapon. Later, Holy Lord Yuanyue captured and killed a God-Emperor Demon Crow and trapped its soul in it. Only then did he have this exquisite Taoist weapon. But just after the battle, the Demon Crow
The soul has been severely injured, Xiao'er, do you want to erase his consciousness for his father?"
Ling Tianlin looked at Ling Xiao with cold eyes.
"No, I will do it myself, father. I plan to leave Dongjiang today."
Ling Xiao raised his head and glanced in the distance.
Now Eastern Xinjiang is no longer a challenge to him.
He can't wait to go to the battlefield in Western Xinjiang and kill as much as he wants.
"Are you so anxious? Xiao'er, let the ghost shadow follow you."
Ling Tianlin hesitated for a moment and suddenly opened his mouth.
Especially now, the Holy Religion has sent divine envoys to the four states. Although it is still unclear what they are doing, but... it is never wrong to be careful.
"No, father, the Ling clan has been going on an expedition recently. I'm afraid someone should be anxious. You just need to protect the Ling clan and leave the rest to me."
Ling Xiao shook his head, the Holy Cult never acted according to common sense.
As the Ling clan's biggest trump card hidden in the dark, Guiying would be more useful if he stayed with his father.
And although he showed his talent and devilish will.
But the more so, the easier it is to confuse people.
After all, before the taboo body grows up, it would like to bury its head in the ground.
Being public is not necessarily a bad thing.
Of course, the Holy Cult would rather kill the wrong person than let them go.
so…
Ling Xiao already had a plan in his heart.
The bloody road in Yuanyue Holy Land today is his...cat-catching smell.
"Okay! If there is any difficulty... I can send a message to my father at any time. The land of Western Xinjiang is in chaos. If it were not for the iron laws of the Holy Religion, the supreme orthodoxy could not conquer across the border. I am afraid that the land of Eastern Xinjiang would have been conquered by those dynasties.
Already."
Ling Tianlin's eyes flashed solemnly.
Although the killings and conquests are cruel and bloody, we have to admit that it is easier to practice the cultivation of one's mind.
Especially nowadays, with the fierce competition and the emergence of evildoers in large numbers.
Although Ling Xiao is the most powerful genius in Eastern Xinjiang, facing a dynasty, he is no more than a worm trying to shake a tree.
but…
If someone dares to hurt his son, what about the Dynasty?
The dynasty can also be destroyed!
"I understand, father, don't worry."
Ling Xiao bowed and bowed deeply to Ling Tianlin.
The only way to hide his demonic nature is to keep killing people.
Leeks from Western Xinjiang?
Are you... ready?
In the end, Ling Tianlin said no more and led the powerful Ling clan members to leave.
In the crowd, Qin Leng looked back several times, looking at the figure in white standing on the top of the mountain, with a look of loss and sadness on his face.
Originally, I thought that as long as I followed the Ling clan, I could stand side by side with you.
It turns out... I was overthinking it.
In fact, only by becoming your enemy can you really take your eyes seriously, right?
Inexplicably, Qin Leng's eyes suddenly flashed with determination.
At this moment, he seemed to have some realization.
"Son..."
Ye Qingchan walked to Ling Xiao's side. Behind him, Huo Heng and other fire tribe god kings stood quietly.
"Where do we go now?"
"go home."
Ling Xiao smiled calmly, but Ye Qingchan's face was slightly suffocated.
"Back to the Ling clan? We..."
But before she could finish her words, she saw the scene in front of her changing, and a sense of desolation suddenly came over her face.
At the end of the line of sight, there is a stone staircase leading to the sky, connecting the heaven and the earth.
Above the clouds, an ancient bluestone palace stands in the sky, revealing endless majesty.