When the sound came, Wen Qingcheng's eyes were full of energy. He looked behind Long Xiaoshan. A girl in elegant green clothes walked towards him, with her icy skin and beautiful eyebrows. She was not the kind of woman who was stunning at first glance, but she was like a clear spring flowing stone, penetrated into her heart and lingering endlessly. She would never forget it in this life.
Although Wen Qingcheng has never seen Ling Xiaofu.
But it seems that I have already felt a long-lost sense of familiarity with her.
She smiled softly, stood up, and walked towards Ling Xiaofu: "I guess, the girl is the person who is the one who is looking for in the mountains across the Xiyan Domain and Zhongtian Domain."
The two walked closer, only about a mi apart, and looked at each other.
Long Xiaoshan turned around and looked at the first real meeting between the two women, and felt a little nervous in his heart.
When he reached his state, his heart was already as calm as a lake, and Mount Tai collapsed without changing his expression.
But in the face of the "collision" between two women, he could not be completely calm.
It’s not that he is not in a deep mood.
Nervous because of caring and respect for two women.
Whether it is Ling Xiaofu or Wen Qingcheng.
They are the most important women in his life.
He didn't want the two to have a rift and repeat the mistakes of Xiaofu leaving the earth when he was sad, but at this time he couldn't say anything to comfort him. After all, they are no longer ordinary people. Whether Xiaofu or the beautiful city, they are all the phoenixes among people. They have their own persistence and beliefs, and they can't be deceived by just saying a few sweet words.
Long Xiaoshan can understand what choice they make.
The two women looked at each other for a moment, Wen Qingcheng's starry eyes were like water: "I was curious before, what kind of woman he was, which made Long Xiaoshan, a bastard, miss him. When I saw the girl, I understood."
Ling Xiaofu smiled softly: "It's indeed a bastard. If I were brother Xiaoshan, how could I bear to let Miss Qingcheng wait for so long."
"It seems that the two of us have reached a consensus. Let's get to know Wen Qingcheng again." Wen Qingcheng stretched out a hand.
"Ling Xiaofu."
The two tender gloves held each other together, and the two women looked at each other and smiled, like flowers blooming, and the trace of solemnity in the air dissipated.
Long Xiaoshan secretly let out a breath. The scene was much better than he expected.
As for the "bastard" mentioned by the two women, he was automatically ignored.
Long Xiaoshan said: "There is another guy, I want to deal with it, why don't you two get familiar with each other first."
Wen Qingcheng's eyes showed a hint of sneer, looking at Long Xiaoshan, there was no ghast, and he wanted to run away!
The two of them had many spiritual interactions, and their thoughts were connected. With one look, they could understand the other person's meaning. Long Xiaoshan looked at his nose and his nose, and he was completely indifferent: "Qingcheng, I borrowed the destiny bead from me, and I would go back."
Wen Qingcheng snorted lightly, the blue light between his eyebrows lit up, the destiny bead flew out, Long Xiaoshan collected the destiny bead and flashed directly into the depths of the temple.
He took out the Butian Cauldron.
The divine thought flowed, and a touch of Long Xiaoshan's spiritual consciousness directly entered the Butian Cauldron. At this time, Wuming in the cauldron had calmed down after repeatedly impacting the fruitless Butian Cauldron and began to repair his injuries with all his strength.
I have to say that this demon monk is very strong. He was killed by Long Xiaoshan before and even the Nascent Soul will be blown up.
But he is still alive and his injuries are recovering.
Now, the body has condensed back, not as miserable as before. Wuming is trying to find a way. A divine thought descends in the void, and Long Xiaoshan's divine consciousness phantom appears, looking at him with his hands behind his back.
When I saw Long Xiaoshan again, Wuming was no longer as crazy as before, but there was still a strong murderous thought in the depths of his eyes.
Long Xiaoshan smiled faintly and said, "Wuming, you are still reluctant to admit defeat at this point?"
Wuming's eyes were extremely cold and he said contemptuously: "Lost? I didn't bow my head when facing hundreds of holy monks in ancient Buddhism. You, a child with a temporary luck, dare to despise me if you get some advantage?
Yes, today I am trapped in your hands, and I want to kill and cut them. I will listen to the emperor, but can you really kill me? In the time when Buddhism was prosperous, there were countless people who were stronger than you. They thought they had killed me, but now I am still here, where are they?
Will your luck be strong for hundreds of years or thousands of years? The feng shui will change. Today is you, tomorrow is him, and the future may not be back. As long as I don’t die, there will always be a chance to make a comeback. I have been reborn for thousands of years and have long since no one cares about temporary gains and losses, so what if you make you proud?"
As he said that, Wuming seemed to have completely calmed down. He was a monk with his palms in his hands and was ready to die.
Long Xiaoshan sighed softly: "Senior Buddhism is great, I admire it. Duanmuling said so before, but she is much inferior to her. She is obsessed with hatred and wants to haunt me for life and take revenge on me. She is scared and can only completely destroy her and her clones."
Wuming's calm eyes shrank slightly.
Of course he knew that Duanmuling had also learned his soul-sending technique.
This woman is also a great figure, otherwise he would not be so polite to her, lying beside the bed and letting others sleep soundly. Such a threatening figure would either be controlled or destroyed.
But Duanmuling also has many clones. He knew that killing Duanmuling was impossible, so he adopted the attitude of Huairou cooperation.
Now, after listening to Long Xiaoshan's words, he actually claimed that Duanmuling and her clones had been wiped out.
Wuming's mood fluctuated.
However, he was not so easily shaken. The soul-sending technique is a strange method to seize the creation of heaven and earth. It was not so easy to restrain it. When Buddhism used the blood soul tracking technique, it destroyed most of his clones, but it still left behind a fish that escaped the net.
Otherwise he wouldn't have lived now.
No matter how powerful Long Xiaoshan is, he can be as powerful as the entire ancient Buddhist sect. Even if he has similar methods to track blood souls, he will not be able to track all his body.
Thinking of this, Wuming sneered without saying a word.
Long Xiaoshan said: "Senior doesn't believe it? Then I have to let the senior verify it myself."
As Long Xiaoshan said that, the blue light rose into the sky between his eyebrows, and the destiny bead emerged. The powerful destiny power penetrated the heaven and earth, intertwined into a vast destiny roulette. This was the first time Wuming saw the destiny roulette, but when he saw it again, he was still shocked. Under the vast destiny road, anyone would feel insignificant.
Long Xiaoshan bathes in the divine light of fate, stepping on the roulette of fate, and his body reaches the sky, just like the master of fate, overlooking Wuming on the roulette, and an unknown soul emerges on the roulette.
"Soul Curse Kill!"
Long Xiaoshan made a sound indifferently, and the soul curse silks penetrated Wuming's soul and shot into the boundless void. Suddenly, phantoms appeared on the roulette of fate. These phantoms were both men, women, young and old, and there were as many as ten thousand people.
It can be seen that Wuming has so many clones that far exceed Duanmuling.
But this is normal. Wuming is the reincarnation of the Thousand-Faced Bodhisattva, and the true creator of the Soul-Submission Technique. How could Duanmu Ling compare to it?