"Father, your revenge has been avenged by my daughter!!"
The Su family's main hall was littered with dead bones, but there was no trace of blood.
Su Yan was seen kneeling on the ground, his eyes were scarlet, but it was difficult to shed a single tear.
At this time, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, her breath was weak, and she looked quite tired.
Ling Xiao walked up to her side and sighed softly, "Yan'er, if you are tired, go back to the realm to rest. I will help you destroy the holy religion."
"No! I want to see the Holy Religion destroyed with my own eyes!!"
Su Yan gritted his silver teeth, turned to look at Ling Xiao, and handed back the Demonic Blade of Samsara with both hands.
"Young Master's great kindness, Yan'er will never forget it!"
"Why do we two have to do this?"
Ling Xiao shook his head and stretched out his hand to pull Su Yan up from the ground, "In the final analysis, these people are just greedy and trying to seize the Su family's wealth! It's a pity that Uncle Su is smart and confused for a while. Don't worry, Yan'er will wait for me to destroy him."
The Holy Religion will definitely restore the Su family’s past glory.”
"No."
Su Yan shook his head slightly, with a sad look in his eyes, "Master, Yan'er only wants to be by your side for the rest of his life. The Su family... there is no more Su family."
After this catastrophe, Su Yan has long seen through the absurdity of this world. The so-called status and wealth are nothing more than a passing cloud.
Only true love cannot be let down.
"Yan'er..."
"Young Master! My Su family has countless treasures. Now that the Su family has been destroyed, these things should be left in the hands of the Young Master."
"This...Yan'er, I am not..."
"Master! Between you and me, why do we need to explain?"
Su Yan snuggled into Ling Xiao's arms, and her tone gradually became softer, "Master, Yan'er is so tired."
"Okay, Xiao Pou, lead the people to find all the Su family's spiritual treasures. We must not take advantage of these hypocritical villains in Zhongjiang!"
Ling Xiao sighed softly, with a look of determination.
Xiao Pou immediately straightened his back and patted his chest, "Don't worry, Your Majesty! I guarantee that after today, there won't be anything in the Su family that can sell spiritual stones!"
Hearing this, Ling Xiao just nodded and walked out of the hall with Su Yan in his arms.
At this time, the showers began to stop, and the sky and earth became clear and clear.
The fragrance of earth covers the blood, and the rays of sunlight pierce the remaining clouds and pour down, reflecting the golden light of a high mountain in the distance.
This mountain is the center of the five frontiers of the Holy State and is also where the Holy Sect is located. It is revered as the Holy Mountain by the world.
"Sir...Actually...Yan'er is very happy if you can help me kill these people from the ancient sect. Let's...leave Zhongjiang."
Although at this time, Su Yan couldn't figure out why Ling Xiao was so blatantly killing powerful people in Central Xinjiang, but there was no reaction from the Holy Cult.
However, as long as the Lord God does not die, this world will still be controlled by the Holy Religion.
Today, Ling Xiao seems to have reached a level that is out of reach for her.
Even the three powerful men with leisurely and terrifying auras were willing to recognize him as their master, but...when he thought of the divine power, Su Yan felt powerless.
The young master must have experienced many dangers during this period.
On this immortal path, nothing comes for nothing.
Inexplicably, Su Yan felt a little heartache again, and held Ling Xiao's arm tightly with her jade hands.
Suddenly, I didn't want anything anymore. I just wanted to walk through the mountains and seas with him and watch the sunset and the stars.
"The Holy Religion deceives people too much. If I don't kill the Lord of God, what use will I have to cultivate this body?"
Ling Xiao shook his head indifferently, his eyes firm.
And when these words fell into Su Yan's ears, they were filled with chivalrous and gentle feelings. This feeling will never change.
"Master!!"
"Yan'er, you don't have to say anything, I've made up my mind."
Ling Xiao didn't give Su Yan another chance to open his mouth and walked towards the sacred mountain.
Behind him, Zi Yan, Tao Master Taixuan, and Xiong Huan hid in the void and disappeared without a trace.
The entire Zhongjiang suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
At this time, many powerful people from small sects and small clans noticed that the ancient clan's Immortal Sect, which used to be crowded and bustling, seemed to be particularly quiet today.
After the rain, the sky clears up, it should be cloudless.
But there are dark clouds gathering in the sky, oppressing people's hearts.
"Stop! Where the holy religion is, mortals stop."
Until Ling Xiao and Su Yan walked side by side to the foot of the sacred mountain, two handsome young men suddenly fell from the sky and stopped the two of them.
"Puch."
Only this time, Ling Xiao didn't say any more nonsense, and slashed out the magic blade in his hand, instantly decapitating the two men.
Seeing this scene, Su Yan's eyes trembled slightly, but he did not dare to say anything after all. He followed Ling Xiao and walked slowly towards the top of the mountain.
On the sacred mountain, there are thousands of clouds and fairies.
There is an extremely strong aura gushing out, giving rise to thousands of strange phenomena.
The bright mist is shrouded in the sky, golden runes are shining in the sky, and deep in the clouds, there seems to be an ethereal glow.
An extremely majestic golden palace stands at the end of the distant mountain, reaching into the sky, majestic and high.
But compared to ordinary immortal sects, this holy religion has almost no defense.
Even the two sword-wielding disciples at the foot of the mountain are only at the level of divine generals and are mostly used for summons.
Of course, with the divine power of the Holy Cult, no one would dare to visit this mountain even if there is no one there.
The will of the strong is the order of heaven.
People in the world admire immortals not only for their longevity, but also for their freedom and ease as they sit high in the nine heavens.
"Hmm? There are two people on that mountain road?"
On top of the sacred mountain, several elders of the holy religion frowned slightly, as if they felt the fluctuation at the foot of the mountain, they walked out of the hall one after another and looked into the distance.
But in that lush green place, two figures walked side by side, walking slowly and slowly along the mountain.
The breeze blows up the robes of the two of them, and their green silk hair floats, making them look like a couple of gods and immortals.
"Why didn't you listen to Shanxia's report?"
At the head, an old man with golden robes and white hair and a majestic face shouted softly.
Behind him, an elder immediately bowed down and said, "Second Elder, I will go down the mountain to investigate."
"No."
The second elder of the Holy Sect is named Bai Shan, a powerful man of the eighth rank of the God Emperor.
Now the four great envoys have not returned, and the whereabouts of the great elder are unknown. The Holy Son has returned to the mountain and ignores religious affairs. All matters, big and small, are decided by him alone.
However, an eighth-grade divine emperor would have been considered a threat a year ago.
But now, Ling Xiao can kill him with his sword without Zi Yan and others taking action.
"Is it finally here?"
On the distant mountain, a figure in white stands on the top of the mountain, overlooking the clouds below.
The mountains and forests are stacked, and the mist and clouds are entwining, and she is like a banished lonely fairy, emerging from the dust and misty, but inexplicably a little solemn.
Meng Yuan's dark eyebrows were sad, her eyes fixed on the tall figure in black, not knowing what she was thinking.
In the next moment, I saw her jade feet stepping out, transforming into a giant dragon, stepping out of the void, and walking towards Ling Xiao.
"Huh? Is it the Holy Son?"
Seeing the figure floating down above their heads, all the elders of the holy religion immediately bowed down.
"Holy Son, someone trespasses on the holy mountain of our holy religion..."
"He is an old friend."
Meng Yuan looked calm, but only she knew what kind of turmoil was going on in her heart at this moment.
After being apart for several months, she actually often... misses his face!