"Who says he doesn't have real time?" At this time, Xue Nianchu came over, holding a silver knife in her delicate white hand, which was "time".
When Yin Luohan heard this, he couldn't help but look at Xue Nianchu. Seeing that his eyes were lifeless, he couldn't help but be startled and frowned: "Who are you? How come you have so little time?"
In his opinion, this "inch of time" is so precious, how could Xia Mang give it to others?
Little did he know that in his eyes "an inch of time" was infinitely precious, but in Xia Mang's eyes it was not necessarily so.
"I am Xue Nianchu." Xue Nianchu spoke, her voice was light and calm.
"Xue Nianchu, Xue Nianchu..."
Yin Luohan muttered to himself, his eyes flickering. Suddenly, his expression suddenly changed, and he said in a solemn voice: "Feng Yi's fate in the world?"
Xue Nian was calm and quiet at first, without saying a word.
Yin Luohan narrowed his eyes. He no longer even paid attention to Xia Mang, and completely focused his eyes on Xue Nianchu.
"Feng Yi is the fate of the world!"
The coldness in Yin Luohan's eyes disappeared and became crazy and hot. Fengyi's fate in the world was destined to be the glory of the queen. Such a rare thing happened to him. How could he not be happy?
Crazy?
Xue Nianchu may be the opportunity for him to ascend to the throne in one step!
Based on his status, he naturally knows the ancient method of "marriage luck".
"If I get this girl, who can compete with me? Our Yin Dynasty will truly be restored!" Yin Luohan is as ruthless and indifferent as his heart is extremely hot at this moment, with majestic emotions surging violently.
"Who told you not to be in Canglan and miss this girl? It's fate... Well, he is destined to belong to me, Yin Luohan!" Yin Luohan stared at Xue Nianchu, wanting to look up to the sky and scream, extremely happy.
Xia Mang frowned and stood in front of Xu Nianchu, staring at Yin Luohan with extremely cold eyes.
Yin Luohan was about to scold him, but suddenly, he seemed to realize something and turned around to look into the distance.
There were two beautiful figures walking through the night, walking slightly. They were two extremely beautiful women. One of them was the Holy Lady of Lingchu named "Lingchu", and the other was older and looked dignified and elegant.
, much more mature, and even more holy and noble, which prevents people from blaspheming.
"Saint Lingchu..." Bai Hu said curiously: "Who is the other woman? I feel it is not simple, she has a great background!"
"It seems to be...the Lord of Lingchu!"
Qin Tianlang's expression changed drastically, and he said in shock: "This time we are in trouble!"
The mature woman is dignified and noble, with a graceful and transcendent charm. She has a fairy-like figure and walks towards the Qihuang Ancient Pear Tree. The Saint Lingchu is half a step slower and follows behind her.
"Is the Lord of Lingchu a female?"
Bai Hu was a little surprised. Lingchu Holy Land had a long history. Even though it had been closed for thousands of years, it was still considered the top power in the world. However, he did not expect that a woman would be the leader.
"She is a rare female saint."
Ning Yuan narrowed his eyes and said: "According to legend, the top of Taichu was once the place where Taichu attained Taoism. Later, there was a woman who admired Taichu's peerless splendor and studied the Dharma here. Due to fate, she actually inherited part of Taichu's Taoism and became a disciple of Taichu.
Establish a holy land at the top of Taichu, which has been passed down undefeated to this day..."
He looked at the saint "Lingchu", the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and said: "That woman's name is Lingchu, so this holy land is named after Lingchu."
"The place where Taichu enlightened me?!" Bai Hu was shocked, "The legendary ancient totem - Taichu?"
Ning Yuan nodded silently. He looked at Holy Lord Taichu and Saint Lingchu, his eyes were strange, as if he was afraid, but also curious.
The Lord of the Holy Land is also called the Holy Lord. In Lingchu Holy Land, women are in charge, and the female Holy Lord is revered.
This is extremely rare.
There are many holy places, pure lands, caves, and blessed places in this world, but there are very few who truly respect women as kings.
The Holy Land of Lingchu was inherited from the strange woman "Lingchu". After her, the theory of the female Holy Lord was inherited until today.
The Holy Lady of Taichu and Holy Lady Lingchu suddenly appeared. Xia Mang and Yin Luohan were both attentive and did not dare to take action easily. After all, this is the top of Taichu and their territory. If they continue to fight wildly after their master appears, That would be too ignorant.
The female Holy Master looked at the Qihuang Ancient Pear Tree and the withered flowers on the ground without much surprise. Obviously, she had known about this for a long time.
She looked at Xue Nianchu, then frowned and looked at Xia Mang. After a long time, she suddenly said: "How is Shen Bixian?"
Her voice was very gentle, like an elder asking her children, without any hint of arrogance.
"Shen Bixian?" Xia Mang was startled, a little confused.
Yin Luohan, Qin Tianlang, Ning Yuan and others were also a little dazed. Apparently, like Xia Mang, they had never heard of Shen Bixian.
Xue Nianchu's mind moved slightly and asked: "Who is the Shen Bixian mentioned by the seniors?"
She had a clear mind and had already guessed something.
"You don't know."
The female Holy Master shook her head. She looked at Xia Mang who was looking blank, frowned and said to herself: "You should be the son of Xue Bixian, otherwise you wouldn't be so similar to her..."
Xia Mang seemed to have remembered something, and his expression changed slightly.
"Is your mother Shen Bixian?" the female Holy Master asked.
"no."
Xia Mang's face turned cold and he said indifferently: "In Yongji, who doesn't know that I, Xia Mang, have never had a mother since I was a child?"
A self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Xue Nianchu seemed to realize something and gently held his hand.
"Your name is Xia Mang?"
The female Holy Master was thoughtful and said to herself: "That night, the stars and frost fell, the sun and the moon set, and the blood stained the peak of forgetfulness... Since your name is Xia Mang, there is nothing wrong with it."
Xia Mang's face was expressionless.
Saintess Lingchu stared at Xia Mang, her eyes light and calm.
"You were born as a mortal, and you were not raised by nature, so how come you don't have a mother?"
The female saint looked at the indifferent Xia Mang and seemed to have some realization, "You are so paranoid at a young age, and your future will definitely be difficult..."
"Is there any easy road in this world? Every step is dangerous, and every step leads to disaster. One step leads to the abyss of life and death, and the other step leads to reincarnation."
Xia Mang looked a little lonely, then smiled and said: "But I, Xia Mang, am not afraid."
The female saint frowned.
"Tell me why you're here."
Xia Mang looked directly at her and said coldly: "Don't say that I'm here to reminisce about old times. The person you are related to is Shen Bixian in your mouth, not me, Xia Mang."
He is a man with a clear mind. The appearance of the female saint at this time is definitely not a random one, she must have her own purpose.
"As expected of Shen Bixian's son, he can reveal everything without touching it."
The female saint praised lightly, then changed the subject and said: "I will help you shake this pear tree, but if you do something wrong, you will have to pay the price to restore the loss of my Lingchu Holy Land."
Xia Mang sneered and narrowed his eyes.
"Go to Wolong Cave and retrieve the Heavenly Dragon Spine and the Heavenly Dragon Marrow!" The female Holy Master stopped beating around the bush and said directly.