Ling Xiao smiled helplessly, but saw Xuanyuan Yue glare at him fiercely, and immediately stopped saying anything.
He could understand that although Xuanyuan Yue's move seemed to be for Meng Yuan, it did not help him solve a big trouble.
With her mother by her side to teach her, Meng Yuan could not escape from Ling Xiao's palm.
"You all work hard. We are together every day. Apart from fighting and killing, shouldn't you also be busy with business? If anyone can give birth to my son's first heir, our Xuanyuan clan will directly designate him as the emperor's son.
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Xuanyuan Yue's eyes swept over Feng Ruge, Lin Meng, and Han Qingqiu beside her.
Hearing this, the girls' faces turned red and they all lowered their heads.
Only Bai Zhixi pinched the corner of her clothes, stretched her neck, and looked at Ling Xiao expectantly. At the same time, she whispered in her mouth, "I want to do something serious, but the young master won't give me a chance."
At this time, Ling Xiao's eyes fell on Han Qingqiu.
I saw that the eyes of this destined girl had turned into pink pupils like Bai Zhixi and Meng Yuan.
But inexplicably, coupled with the lonely and proud temperament of Han Qingqiu, it has a unique charm.
Originally, Ling Xiao planned to fuse this elixir when he was the God of War, trying to make the final breakthrough.
Unexpectedly, what was suppressed under this sacred mountain was the supreme creation that broke through the shackles of heaven and earth.
The girl of destiny, with luck accompanying her, can be regarded as an escape.
Oh, if Mengyuan is really Bai Zhirou's daughter, according to her seniority, she seems to have to call Bai Zhixi... aunt?
"Wushuang, if you are willing, you can follow me to the upper realm."
Although Qin Wushuang herself has no luck, the skills she practices are classics of the ghost clan in the upper world.
According to what Ye Qingchan said, in the world of Qingcang, spiritual treasures are divided into Taoist artifacts, immortal artifacts, imperial artifacts, holy artifacts, and supreme artifacts, all of which are classified into inferior, middle, and superior artifacts.
The rules of Kung Fu are: Mysterious Methods, Immortal Techniques, Divine Powers, Classics, and Codex handed down from ancient times.
It is said that there is a spiritual treasure in the Palace of the Realm Lord, which is a supreme weapon.
When the Lord of the Qingcang Realm unified thousands of star realms and suppressed hundreds of millions of Qingcang clans, he relied on this fairy treasure.
The division of the upper realm is similar to what Ling Xiao knew.
Above the God Emperor, there is the threshold of the Yuan Realm, which transcends the God Emperor but has not yet entered the Exalted Realm.
Zunjing is a symbol of the strong, controlling the power of heaven and earth, suppressing the sun, moon, mountains and rivers.
Above that is the holy realm, supreme and immortal.
The supreme realm is divided into earth supreme, heavenly supreme and great emperor realm.
In short, the realms of Qingcang Realm can be roughly divided into: God Emperor, Zun Realm, Holy Realm, Earth Supreme, Heaven Supreme, Great Emperor, and Immortality.
Immortal and immortal, the Great Emperor is already the pinnacle of the human world, and in the true sense, the only one in heaven and earth.
"Sir, no, I still like to protect your territory. As long as you can remember, it's good to have me on top of this Holy State."
Qin Wushuang's smile was bright and not at all sad.
But those eyes that were originally tired of the world were somewhat desolate.
In just one year, Ling Xiao's strength has completely surpassed her knowledge.
After all, she is not worthy of this true dragon flying in the nine heavens.
Regardless of whether he is a demon or an immortal, he is still not comparable to me, a mortal.
even!!
Even if I could follow in his footsteps, I would not give up so easily.
It's a pity that she can't even see his spine.
After all, Qin Wushuang is a proud woman. Once the empress, she shouldered the great hatred of her family and country.
At the age of sixteen, she provoked the rise and fall of the entire Qin Dynasty.
It's not that she couldn't see that he was better than her, she just couldn't bear it. She fell further and further behind him, until she became two parallel worlds.
The spring wind cannot blow the summer rain after all.
The stars in the night sky cannot illuminate the sea in the morning.
Qin Wushuang envied Ye Qingchan, Bai Zhixi, Huahua and the others. At least, they still had the opportunity and qualification to stand beside the young master.
Since that day, there was no longer a Dragon Lord in the Qin Dynasty, and her life had lost its faith.
She stood on the mottled wall of Xuanyang City, which was a hundred blades high, and tried her best to open her hands, but she could no longer embrace the light.
She watched that figure walking in the clouds, getting further and further away...until it disappeared without a trace of nostalgia.
Qin Wushuang understood that after all, she was just a passing spectacle. Even if she was splendid, she would only be moved by herself.
I hate you the most, for walking away for so long without even looking back.
I love you the most, and I have traveled thousands of miles without regrets or complaints even if I knew I was going to die.
From now on, I will be with Xia Chan, and the winter thunder will burst, and I will never be with you.
"Wushuang is here. I wish the young master that he will skyrocket to 90,000 miles, and the immortals and demons will not stop him!"
After saying this, Qin Wushuang turned around resolutely and walked down the mountain.
The mountain breeze is blowing and the sun is shining brightly.
Only the red clothes floating in the mountains touched someone's heart and made their eyes sore.
The entire hall suddenly fell into dead silence.
Even though it was Feng Ruge who had traveled through time and space, her eyes were full of tears at this time.
It turns out that for many people, being able to stay in the palace is already a luxury.
So I cherish it very much and never dare to be careless.
"Jiuyou, what about you?"
Ling Xiao sighed lightly, looking a little tired.
"Young Master, just go in peace. In this holy land, all the spirits should worship the Young Master's statue."
Jiuyou's bright eyes were bright, but not as decisive as Qin Wushuang's.
From beginning to end, there was only greed in her heart, but she never got the slightest response from the young master.
So, she doesn't hate it.
She only hopes that Ling Xiao can reach the top of the sky and achieve eternal success. This is all the hope in her heart.
"Okay, you can each return to your tribe to handle your own affairs. We will gather at the Holy Mountain in seven days and follow me to ascend to the upper world."
Ling Xiao waved his hand, "Ling'er, Qingchan, you stay."
"snort!"
Bai Zhixi folded her arms and glared at Bai Ling fiercely.
Originally, although she had hated Feng Ruge and others before, she was far from feeling the crisis.
But this Bai Ling who appeared out of nowhere is somewhat similar to her?
What fun is there for a human lolita!
snort!
I can transform!!
Just after a second thought, a sly smile appeared on Bai Zhixi's face, and then she ran to Xuanyuan Yue's side, squeezed Meng Yuan away from her, and said with a smile, "Hehehe, Auntie, I am Zhixi
Xi, you must be very tired, come here, Auntie, I will rub it for you."
Didn’t the young master just say that he would handle the affairs of his respective clans?
If I serve my future mother-in-law, it is considered a family matter, right?
It wasn't until everyone walked out of the hall that Ling Xiao's hand flashed with spiritual light and he threw it towards Bai Ling.
"This is a sea of heavenly chakras. Ling'er, you can fuse it and rebuild the path of immortality."
"Heavenly Wheel Alchemy Sea!"
Bai Ling's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face, "Thank you, brother."
"No, from now on you just stay in the realm and practice. You don't need to worry about the matters in the upper realm for the time being."
Ling Xiao waved his hand and took Bai Ling into the realm, then turned his attention to Ye Qingchan.
Their eyes met, and no words were spoken.
Ye Qingchan moved lightly with her lotus steps, and her green shirt slipped off on its own, and she fell directly into Ling Xiao's arms.
"Sir! Qingchan, I miss you so much."
"Um."
A smile appeared at the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, and he stretched out his hand to gently caress Ye Qingchan's green hair.
In the main hall, there was suddenly a lazy feeling of spring, and the scenery was infinite.