Considering Linghu Heng's exhaustion after the battle, Linglong did not fly too fast, but kept lagging behind him, carefully checking the man she was obsessed with behind his back. Unfortunately, Linghu Heng's mood at this moment was completely disturbed by the King of Hell's attempt to revive him.
How could you notice this detail when you are so worried about everything?
The majestic scenery of Kunlun Mountain did not cause Linghu Heng to look at it differently. On the contrary, he wanted to fly to the Demon Gate as soon as possible so that he could check out the items left by the Demon Lord. However, after thousands of years, the things left by the Demon Lord have disappeared.
How much can be saved?
Unknowingly, the spiritual energy gradually became abundant, and Linghu Heng's energy and energy were lifted up. He turned around and said: "Linglong, I want to speed up, otherwise when the King of Hell completely takes over Di's soul, we will really
into eternal darkness."
Linglong nodded: "No problem, it's just your body..."
Linghu Heng smiled tiredly and said: "It's just a small problem, nothing serious." What he said was the truth. His injuries were just skin injuries from being driven into a deep pit, but with the degree of his body tempering, this was not a big deal.
The injury is really nothing. Besides, after the treatment of the different eyes, it is already healed.
The two speeded up together in a tacit understanding. In order to take care of Linglong's speed, Linghu Heng had to slow down his own speed to adapt to Linglong. Linglong looked at Linghu Heng, whose cultivation had far exceeded hers, and suddenly felt a panic: "
Master Linghu's cultivation has reached this level, but I have made little progress. How can I stay by his side and share his worries?" Thinking of this, Linglong made a decision in her heart and looked at Linghu firmly.
Heng looked back, gritted his silver teeth, and said in his heart: "Master Linghu, look at it, Linglong will never hold you back!"
After waiting for the starry night and ushering in the dawn, the two of them arrived at the main altar of the Demon Sect in Bianzhou Mansion. Looking at the familiar scenery, Linglong was very excited. Thinking that she hadn't been back for almost five years, this place was hers.
Home, how could she not miss it?
Although the disciples of the Demon Sect guarding the mountain gate do not know Linghu Heng, they do know Linglong. Even the head of the Demon Sect has been changed, but the Holy Girl of the Demon Sect has returned. What does this mean? The disciples guarding the Mountain Gate did not dare to neglect and hurriedly asked Xiong
Heng reported the matter.
Although Xiong Heng had doubts, he was not afraid at all. He had killed Xiao Li, so what did the former saint mean? He immediately went out to see what was going on, but unexpectedly saw Linghu Heng from a distance, and was shocked: "You bastard, is it?
you?"
Linghu Heng laughed loudly: "Old madman, it seems that we are destined to meet again!"
Xiong Heng is currently the largest sect in the world and the head of the Demon Sect. He doesn’t dare to know everything about the world of cultivating immortals, but he has only heard a little bit about it. He has long known that someone from the heaven has come down to deal with Linghu Heng. It was yesterday
.It can be seen that Linghu Hengsheng appeared in front of him in full force, and he still couldn't help being surprised: "Good boy, even the immortals can't do anything to you!" Although there was reluctance in his words, there was no jealousy, it was all admiration.
look.
Linghu Heng knew that he was in dire straits under Di's hands and did not dare to answer. He just said: "Old madman, I heard that there are relics of the Demon Lord in the Demon Sect's Holy Lord Pavilion. This matter is related to the life and death of Tianyu Continent."
, I hope you can let me take a look."
Xiong Heng was shocked: "Does the immortal want to destroy the immortal cultivators in Tianyu Continent?"
Linghu Heng sighed: "If it were just that truth, it would be easier to handle. Unfortunately, this person has a bigger background than the truth. We can only do our best and obey fate."
Xiong Heng is also a courageous person. Hearing this, he immediately said: "Come with me quickly!"
Linghu Heng immediately followed Xiong Heng into the Demon Sect. Xiong Heng said with emotion: "Alas, although our Holy Sect is full of geniuses, none of them have reached the height of the Holy Lord. It is really shameful. Otherwise, this time, more or less, we can
Help me!"
"The Holy Lord created the Holy Sect with the intention of being admired by the world for eternity, but he unexpectedly lost to Fuxi in a battle to establish his authority. That's why those bullshit immortals tainted our Holy Sect as the Demon Sect, and the Holy Lord was also called the Demon Lord. What a big mistake.
Yeah! The Kung Fu created by the Holy Lord is so upright, how could it be a demonic kung fu? It’s just that some of his descendants believed in the demonic words, practiced sorcery, and killed many of their fellow practitioners. That’s why they acquired the demonic reputation, and they still haven’t been able to get rid of it.
, it’s really hateful!”
Xiong Heng said angrily, which made Linghu Heng feel happy: "I also think that if the Demon Lord's technique is a magic technique, it is incompatible with the technique I practice. If so, it would be perfect!"
Linglong followed behind. After hearing these words, she nodded slightly and showed a charming smile. However, Xiong Heng caught this scene and frowned: "You are Xiao Li's saint, Linglong? Are you not a traitor?"
Have you taught me, why do you want to come back?"
Linglong said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Although Xiao Li has the kindness to raise me, he wants to use me as a furnace to improve his skills. Naturally, I want to escape. Now that we welcome Master Xiong back, Linglong will naturally return to the Holy Sect. Could it be that Master Xiong
Don’t you even have this bit of tolerance?”
After saying that, Linglong stared at Xiong Heng with her beautiful eyes. Xiong Heng laughed: "What a pretty Linglong. You are right. Although I am not an elegant person, I can still tolerate others. You can
There is no need to doubt it. If you return to the Holy Sect, I will ask you to become a saint, what do you think?"
Linglong shook her head and said: "The saint must remain a virgin for life and cannot marry, which is not Linglong's wish. Linglong is willing to be an ordinary disciple and contribute to the holy sect." As she spoke, her eyes kept looking at the pretender.
Linghu Heng knows nothing.
Xiong Hengnai is an old man, how could he not see Linglong's affection for Linghu Heng? He laughed loudly and said: "I know that it was you who caused the peach blossom dispute, but you asked me to be a good person. No problem,
Linglong, I will make the decision for you, if this boy refuses to marry you, I will never be done with him!"
Although Linglong was a strange woman who dared to love and hate, when she heard Xiong Heng reveal the ambiguous atmosphere without mercy, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she looked more beautiful than peach blossoms.
Linghu Heng turned a deaf ear. Xiong Heng felt that he had found a way to attack him. He told Linglong about Linghu Heng's embarrassing things along the way. Hearing Linglong cover her mouth and smile, her beautiful eyes rolled around Linghu Heng's body and she thought to herself: "
I never thought that Young Master Linghu would have such a side!"
The three of them walked for a while and then arrived at the "Saint King Pavilion". When the disciple guarding the pavilion saw Xiong Heng, he bowed and let them go. The three of them filed in. Xiong Heng gently held up a scroll and said
: "This is the 'Heavenly Book without Words'. This sect regards it as a sacred object. You need to take good care of it. If a page is damaged, I can't spare you!"
Although Xiong Heng said this in a joking tone, Linghu Heng did not refute at all. Instead, he carefully took the book. This book was well-protected by the world, and ink could still be faintly smelled on the yellowed bamboo slips.
It is fragrant but has no writing on it, so it is indeed a strange thing.
Thousands of years ago, there was no paper in the world. Notes were written on bamboo slips with ink. Although it was a bit behind, it was a step forward compared to inscribing words on bamboo slips. This kind of ink was not affordable for non-rich families at that time.
, it can be seen that the authenticity of the bamboo slips is indeed a thing left by the Demon King. Because Linghu Heng just took the bamboo slips, he felt very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. (To be continued)