The Daxia Dynasty was adjacent to the Dazhou Dynasty.
At the speed of the Kowloon Golden Chariot, it took only three days to reach the border of Daxia.
Along the way, Ling Xiao settled Ye Qingchan and Ning'er in the domain.
He also perfected the Way of Wind, and finally had the means to save his life.
It is hard to say whether the two perfect methods of wind and thunder can defeat the God Emperor.
But with the Wind and Thunder God Wings, Ling Xiao is not targeting anyone in terms of the speed of escape. Everyone in the Holy State is rubbish.
And the Nine Dragons Imprisoning Heaven Formation was also arranged by him in the domain.
Using two spiritual veins as the eyes of the formation, the formation can be activated to shake the God Emperor.
If the nine meridians are used as eyes, even if the power of heaven and earth has not yet evolved in the realm, Ling Xiao is still sure that with this ancient formation, he can trap and kill the God Emperor.
"Brother, where are we going now?"
On the border of Daxia, in a small dilapidated city.
Ling Xiao and the three of them sat at a tea stall on the street, drinking tea and eating some snacks.
Ye Qingchan held her chin in her hands and looked at the young man in front of her tenderly.
These few days can be considered the happiest time in her life.
But inexplicably, she always had a feeling that the day of leaving Ling Xiao seemed... not far away.
"Daxia Imperial Palace!"
Ling Xiao took a sip of tea, but the moment he turned his head, he saw a young man wearing cloth passing by.
The tea that I just drank into my mouth was instantly sprayed out.
"Master! What's wrong with you?"
Ye Qingchan's eyes were clear and clear, and the power of Tao was hidden around her body.
The entire ancient street suddenly became colder. If it hadn't been the middle of winter, it would have caused panic among the people.
"No...it's okay..."
Ling Xiao shook his head and raised his hand to touch Ning'er's little head, "Has Ning'er eaten enough? When she is full, can she and Sister Qingchan go back to the Heavenly Palace to rest?"
"good!"
Ning'er nodded obediently, while Ye Qingchan just glanced suspiciously at the young figure at the end of the street.
How could a... Xuanqing person get into the eyes of the young master?
Of course, even after following Ling Xiao for a long time, Ye Qingchan could not guess what luck was and what a system was.
Therefore, in her eyes, the young master is mysterious, powerful, fickle, and loves her.
It wasn't until the two of them disappeared that Ling Xiao raised his feet and chased in the direction where the young man left.
Just now, he seemed to see two thousand fortunes... flashing past his eyes?
It’s truly a troubled time!!
The geniuses are emerging in large numbers, are all the sons of destiny roaming the streets?
and!!
The most important thing is that the son of destiny only has the cultivation level of the early Xuanqing period!!
Moreover, looking at his age, he is obviously over twenty years old.
How can this be?
In this land of the Holy State, any evildoer with a bit of luck will now open up a soul palace and achieve great success.
Although this young man's luck is not as exaggerated as Ling Tian and others, it is still almost the same as Su Yan and others.
But how could his level be so low?
Another loser rising?
It doesn’t look like it!
In this small border town, there isn't even a decent cultivation family, so where do these ancient and ruined clans come from?
Whose template did he leave?
But...who cares?
All the leeks are delivered to your door, so why not cut them?
Do you think I really want to eat leeks?
If it weren't for its miraculous effects...
Thinking of Qingyun, Ye Qingchan, Su Yan, Lin Meng...
Hiss!
You have to eat when you should! Eat hard!!!
Ling Xiao's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of a medicine shop in the city.
The commoner young man held two large bags of medicinal materials in his hands and walked out in a panic, almost running into Ling Xiao's arms.
"Sorry, sorry! Master... I'm sorry..."
His eyes were very clear, and there was a simple apology on his face.
"It doesn't matter."
Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, but the young man bowed and saluted, and flew towards the outside of the city.
"What's your last name, the boss lady?"
Ling Xiao walked into the medicine shop and asked casually.
"My surname is Xun."
"Oh? Lavender smoke?"
"Zhao Qianxunli's smoke!"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows lightly and looked at the charming young lady in her forties who was in front of her with a playful look.
My last name is Bie, Bie Longma’s!
"What was the name of that young man just now?"
"He! His name is Han Zhan, and he is a disciple of the Wenxian Sect outside the city."
The landlady smiled charmingly and was fiddling with her abacus.
"What medicine did he grab?"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows lightly, shuddering?
I, he...are still trembling.
It's both earthy and ugly, and it's worthy of being the standard for Destiny's Child.
"This... Young Master... our pharmacy has principles and cannot be arbitrarily..."
"clang."
"Hahaha, of course, a person who cares about the world like Young Master is a righteous knight at first glance. Could it be that Young Master feels sorry for Han Zhan? Yes, he is indeed quite pitiful..."
The landlady put away a spirit stone that fell from the desk, and her eyes suddenly flashed with light.
"Tell the important point."
Ling Xiao said calmly, and the charming lady instantly felt a chill all over her body. Big beads of sweat flowed down her forehead, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
"The master of Han Station is said to be a great monk. However, he was seriously injured in a previous fight and could only survive with medicine. This Han Station originally had a senior sister, and it was his senior sister who used to go down the mountain to get medicine.
Yes, but his senior sister suddenly disappeared a while ago, so he has been going down the mountain to buy medicine for the past six months."
"Oh? This routine sounds a bit familiar."
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, no wonder... Han Zhan's cultivation level was so weak.
It turns out it’s not the rise of losers!
"His master has a weird temper and often beats and scolds Han Zhan. Today he is a little better. Every time I saw him before, his face and body were covered with bruises... Sigh... I guess his senior sister could not stand the torture and ran away."
The drug store proprietress shook her head slightly, and when she looked up again, she could not see the figure of the young man in white.
"Ah!! Ghost!! It's not... it should be an immortal..."
Here, Ling Xiao left the medicine shop, walked out of the ancient city, and walked along the mountain path towards a barren mountain in the distance.
From a distance, he saw the dilapidated ancient palace on the top of the mountain.
Presumably, this place should be the Wenxian Sect mentioned by the drug store owner.
"The master is from the late Xuanqing period, and the apprentice is from the early Xuanqing period? It seems... this leek is almost mature. If I don't cut it, I'm afraid it won't be able to cut it anymore."
Ling Xiao smiled sinisterly. According to his understanding, the senior sister at Han Station was probably... made into a medicine or a puppet by his master.
Now, the two masters and disciples are probably on the verge of falling out.
And what he wants to do is naturally... help them pierce this thin layer of paper, attack his Taoist heart, rob his luck, and then...
Hey hey hey.
With Ling Xiao's current cultivation level, not to mention the two Xuanqing people, even the ordinary God Emperor might not be able to detect his aura.
Therefore, asking about the Immortal Sect is not like the back garden of your own home.
As Ling Xiao's consciousness spread, he easily sensed the wing where Master Han Zhan was.
And whether it's a puppet or refining medicine, I'm afraid Han Zhan's senior sister must be in the hands of his master.
Of course, since this Han Zhan is the son of destiny, I am afraid that in the eyes of his disabled master, he is the real medicine that can help him get rid of his illness.
so…
Ling Xiao stood outside the door, looking through the window at an old man lying on the bed, dying, and a human head soaked in a mud jar next to the bed.