Yang Jiong said goodbye to the great elder: "It's a lot of trouble. The longer I stay in the elves, the easier it is for you to cause unnecessary trouble. When I have enough strength, I will repay you generously."
The great elder said: "There is no need for a generous reward. If one day you can leave the "Golden Yang Seven Stars Technique" to our clan, everything today will be even."
Yang Jiong readily agreed that as long as he was strong enough, he would definitely teach the complete "Golden Yang Seven Stars Technique" to the elves.
He and Yang Xinru thanked the great elder, left the Elf Secret Land, and flew out of the Free City.
Now, he wants to stay away from the Free City as soon as possible to avoid implicating the elves in trouble because of himself. The more of this peace-loving, enthusiastic and sincere race in this world, the better.
Although Xuexuan's father was somewhat ostracized by the elves. But competition is everywhere, and ostracism within the elves is also a normal situation. Xuexuan's father died during the tribulation. It was fate and good fortune that played a trick on people. No one else can blame him.
The two of them left the City of Freedom, but they didn't know which way to go. To the east is the Wanshou City, where Taoism thrives. To the west is the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas, with hundreds of temples, large and small. To the north is the sea, and to the south is the
Yuewangcheng, the royal city ruled by the new god Lingyue.
Lingyue had been killed by Yang Jiong and Xueru, and the Yuewang City was in a vacuum of rule. After careful consideration, the two decided to go to Yuewang City to take a look.
Yang Jiong appears with an ugly appearance, and Yang Xinru looks like a bald monk. The combination of the two of them will not arouse suspicion.
Of course, if Yang Jiong meets Shi Potian, he will definitely arouse suspicion and cannot explain how he can come back from the dead.
He thought for a while and simply changed his face into the ugliest look. At this time, he looked like an evil ghost. Even if Shi Potian faced him, he wouldn't be able to recognize him as the mortal god who died in Xueru's hands.
Yang Jiong walked for a while and suddenly stopped. A golden ax and a slender divine sword appeared in his hand, and he was lost in thought.
Yang Xinru said: "Brother, how come my sister-in-law's things are in your ring?"
"Perhaps she was afraid that Shi Potian would search for these things, so she secretly put them into my Najie. Xueru used blood essence to sacrifice the immortal axe, and I have no other way to use it except to kill people with it."
Yang Jiong said angrily: "She must have had a death wish at that time to do this. But if there is even a slight possibility, she will not just surrender and let Shi Potian be frivolous."
The life of the people in Yuewang City remained the same, and Lingyue's death was like a gust of wind. Zixiao was guarded by Shi Potian, and the death of a god was not a sensational event. Only the white paper flowers scattered in front of the Yuewang Mansion proved that someone had mourned the soul.
cross.
There was not much harvest in King Yue City. The two of them went straight east, passing through Wanshou City and then south to King Yan City. Ling Yan had become a memory in people's chats, and the new King Yan was Ling Yue's confidant.
From Yanwang City to the south is Zixiaoshu
The famous Lingcheng, Lingcheng is the largest divine city in the Zixiao Continent. This is the base of the Zixiao Ling family, and most of the residents in the city are named Ling.
Lingyuanhua, Lingyan, Lingju, Lingyu, Lingyue and others trace their origins and they are all branches of the Ling surname here. Tens of thousands of miles to the southwest of Lingcheng is the Qingyang Mountains, where Yang Jiong and his two men have their goals.
The earth, where the underground spiritual cave is located.
There was an earth god guarding the gate outside the city wall, and Yang Jiong and the two entered the city without being questioned too much. Lingcheng has a large population, it is said that it exceeds 100 million people. The power of the gods is endless. Lingcheng is full of tall buildings, and majestic and huge houses can be seen everywhere.
.Every jaw-dropping building must be guarded by someone from the spiritual family.
After appreciating the scenery of Ling City, Yang Xinru felt something and said: "The Ling family has not failed in Zixiao for millions of years, and has always been known as the first family in Zixiao. With such a big city as its foundation, it is no wonder that talents will emerge in large numbers, generation after generation.
The next generation will rule Zixiao."
Yang Jiong smiled and said: "This place looks extremely prosperous in the world, but you haven't seen how much sin and filth is hidden under the prosperity."
He pointed at an ordinary person who was knocked to the ground in the distance, and said to Yang Xinru: "In addition to practicing, the Ling family also plunders, oppresses, and possesses. Ordinary people are just their production tools and targets of bullying. What can be praised about such a family?
place."
The two of them crossed Lingcheng and headed south. There was a huge square in the south of Lingcheng, on which stood the statues of the Zixiao Gods of the past dynasties. Among the dense group of statues, a statue was being placed. Divine thoughts passed through the statue
Covered with black cloth, you can vaguely see the statue of Lingyue. In front of him is the statue of Lingyue that has been molded long ago.
A group of people stood in front of the statue of Lingyuanhua. The leader was a beautiful woman wearing black clothes and a black skirt. After bowing in front of the statue, she placed the flowers in her hands at the foot of the statue, and then greeted the people behind her.
Walk outside the square.
Just after walking a few steps, a group of people stood in front of them. A young man shouted: "Ling Yan'er, the patriarch wants to send you to Zixiao Palace, but you push him again and again. Don't you dare to disobey the patriarch's order?"
Already? This is the decision of our entire Ling family, do you still want to disobey it?"
An old man wielded a cane and struck it hard on the ground a few times, causing the ground to shake slightly. This old man had extraordinary cultivation and was already in the realm of a god.
He coughed twice and said: "Ling Yan'er, you are known as the Saint of Zixiao, as famous as Ouyang Ruolan, the Saint of the Jade Emperor. Now the Lord Tianxian is in Zixiao Palace, recruiting Taoist companions. This is a big deal.
Opportunity, why are you so stubborn?"
Ling Yan'er, a woman in black, said: "Uncle, since Master Tianxian is in urgent need of a Taoist companion, you can send your granddaughter to her. She is so beautiful and intoxicating. Why do you have to force yourself for such a good opportunity?"
What about me?"
A young and beautiful woman next to the old man said fiercely: "Do you really think you are still the Holy Maiden of Zixiao? Your qualifications are very different from that of Ouyang Ruolan. I am just calling you a name for your father's sake."
Just the Holy Maiden of Zixiao. Now that you have no backer, the clan leader arranges for you to go. You have to go whether you want to go or not."
Ling Yan'er smiled and said: "When my father is gone, ghosts and ghosts will pop up. I remember when my father was here, you, you, you, you."
She pointed her slender white fingers one by one and said, "Which of you dares to talk to me like this? Which one of you is not trying to please me like a dog in front of me?"
Her fingers pointed at the patriarch. The old patriarch's face turned red, and then his anger surged. He stretched out his palm and slapped Ling Yan'er like lightning. Ling Yan'er sneered, and a line of divine power formed in front of her body.
With his hand, he blasted away.
After a dull sound, the elder of the clan shook his body a few times, and actually lost half the battle. He blushed and said: "If you dare to be disobedient and unfilial, the Ling family will treat you as an unfilial person." Then he led the people away and walked away.
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Several young earth gods looked eager to take action. Now they saw that Ling Yan'er was in the realm of gods, so they followed her in a polite manner.
Yang Xinru asked quietly: "Brother, is that Ling Yan'er the daughter of Lingyuan Hua, the former Saint of Zixiao?"
Yang Jiong said: "Yes, Lingyuan Hua planned to marry Ye Xuantong and marry their daughter to Ye Shaoqing. The two parties had exchanged tokens, but as a result, Ye Shaoqing died in the illusion, and the matter was shelved."
"Ling Yan'er just quietly used a talisman to simulate the cultivation of a god. Although the momentum at that moment was amazing, it was not the pure realm of a god. The leader of the Ling clan was too old and dazzled to notice that.
Several people in the Earthly God Realm were even more unable to detect them with their divine thoughts, and were scared away by her talisman."
Ling Yan'er walked away, and Yang Xinru praised: "Her figure is so beautiful, the devil will be jealous every time she meets her. Maybe she is called the Purple Cloud Saint, which is why her figure is described."
Yang Jiong slapped Yang Xinru on the head with his palm, and said angrily: "You have Chang Jing in Nanming, Zixiao Ye Shujie has deep feelings for you. Lingyuanhua and Lingyan have harmed countless people and committed heinous crimes. She is
My Lingyuanhua daughter will probably not be much better. If your eyes roll over her again, be careful and I will dig out your eyes."
Yang Xinru muttered: "I just praised her figure, why should I make such a fuss? Do you dare to deny that her figure is not beautiful?"
Whether viewed from the front or the back, Ling Yan'er's figure is mature and plump, with a round waist and round hips, exaggerating the female curves to the fullest. Ruolan and Xueru's figures are another kind of slender beauty, which is different from Ling Yan'er's.
Very different.
Yang Jiong didn't like Ling Yan'er's figure. Strictly speaking, in his heart, the beauty of Ruolan and Xueru could not be replaced by anyone.
He smiled and was about to speak. Yang Xinru said: "Brother, you don't have to open your eyes and tell lies. Beauty is beauty and ugliness is ugly. I don't allow you to confuse right and wrong." The two of them talked and laughed, and soon they arrived in Nanjing.