Chapter 1491： Kyushu Kai

"Qian Mo is joking, my generation of cultivators is cultivating the great luck of heaven and earth, reincarnation of cause and effect, and chasing evil and proving the way is what my heart desires."

Ling Xiao shook his head with a solemn expression, "Otherwise, what's the use of my cultivation?"

"Son!!"

Leng Qianmo's red lips parted slightly, his face full of shock.

At this time, she was even more confused. Compared with such a bright-hearted and righteous son, were her inner thoughts too dirty?

Although at this time, the young master did not refuse her bathing, but he was still covered with clothes, and there was no trace of greed on his face.

Perhaps, she and the grandmother of the royal family both thought wrong, and the son was not greedy at all to protect the Yaoyue Ancient Dynasty.

Perhaps, he is such a person... who cares about the common people and can't bear the burden of Li Min!

Inexplicably, Leng Qianmo's pretty face blushed slightly, she got up gently, left the son's arm, and carefully kneaded his muscles and bones for him to relax.

"Young Master, you said... Why did the spiritual energy suddenly recover in this land of Kyushu?"

"I heard rumors when I was in the lower realm that there was a sin immortal buried here. Maybe this has something to do with him."

"Well, I also know about this, but...why is it at this time?"

"The reincarnation of the heavens is a fixed number. Now the Qingcang world has long been in chaos, the world master has disappeared, and all forces have ambitions to compete for the sky. Perhaps... all this was expected by others."

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, chatting with Leng Qianmo.

"By the way, son, there are still a few days before the festival of Kyushu, will you go?"

"Kyushu Holy Assembly?"

"Yes, in the land of Qingzhou, there is an academy called Qingluan. Every hundred years, a holy meeting will be held to decide the number one in the world."

"With Qianmo's talent, he should be number one in the world, right?"

"Well, that was a long time ago."

Leng Qianmo's eyes trembled, as if returning to the days when he once conquered the world.

At that time, I was ignorant and single-minded, and never had any interests involved.

But in a blink of an eye, the girls of the past have forgotten what awe is.

For Ling Xiao, she was indeed extremely grateful.

But her previous thoughts were really a kind of blasphemy to the son.

"I'm going to have a look, to see what kind of evildoers are in this Kyushu..."

Ling Xiao's eyes are playful and contain deep meaning.

There have always been some scenes of pretending to be slapped in the face in this holy meeting, martial arts meeting, academy competition, etc.

The more attention is paid to it, the more violent the slap in the face.

What's more, half a month has passed since Lingxiao Lower Realm.

And this half-month, I think some of the upper realms have already known the existence of the bronze fragments.

At that time, this holy meeting is likely to evolve into a situation of mutual killing.

what are we?

We are the light of the right path!

How can such a cruel and **** scene be allowed to happen, Destiny, of course we can only kill!

"Oh, if your son finds that sinful immortal ruin, he should return to the upper realm, right?"

Leng Qianmo was a little contradictory at this time, especially the unparalleled fairy face and perfect figure in front of her, which made her a little hard to restrain herself.

But, for some unknown reason, she always felt that Ling Xiao's interest in her was far less intense and straightforward than just before.

"Well, in this lower realm, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can go to the Huaxian Sect, find the Huaxian Sect Master, and say...this is what I mean."

Ling Xiao said indifferently, "Okay, Qian Mo, it's getting late, rest early."

"In the future? Huh? Oh! Well, that son... Qian Mo won't bother you anymore."

The anticipation on Leng Qianmo's face just surfaced, but it dimmed again in an instant.

It wasn't until her breath completely disappeared that Ling Xiao's mouth raised a smile.

"come in."

"Hee hee, did the son feel my breath?"

Above the void, a chill quietly dissipated, and I saw a Tsing Yi figure stepping from the sky.

"thump!"

"Master... Qingchan doesn't want to be separated from you for a moment."

Above the Lingchi, ripples appeared everywhere.

I saw Ye Qingchan's eyes blurred, and she fell directly into Ling Xiao's arms.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, stretched out his hands, and held her in his arms.

Overnight, the waves continued.

Early the next morning, before the imperial palace.

Ling Xiao sat on the dragon chariot, waved at Leng Qianmo, and walked away.

"Qian Mo, last night...success?"

When everyone was far away, Leng Ruyi just came to Leng Qianmo's side, her eyes deep and authentic.

"Grandma Huangzu, I have an occasional feeling recently that I want to retreat for a period of time. During this time, the court will be handed over to you."

Leng Qianmo smiled brightly, turned and disappeared.

Although, in the end, she couldn't get involved with Young Master Ling Xiao.

However, the son's words and deeds made her regain her former heart of Taoism.

This immortal path is supposed to strengthen oneself, and other shortcuts are meaningless at all.

"Hehehe, good good, you pay attention to rest, leave the affairs of the court to me."

Leng Ruyi hurriedly nodded, not paying attention to Leng Qianmo's perfect body.

"Sir, where are we going now?"

Above the dragon, Xuanyuan Weiyang looked at Ling Xiao expectantly.

Before she knew it, she seemed to have fallen in love with the days of traveling around.

The road is uneven, and the sword is used to kill.

Warm blood, slay evil, and hone yourself.

"Qingzhou, Qingluan Academy."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, suddenly moved, closed his eyes and fell into practice.

At the same time, in the domain.

Ling Xiaodao stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the overlapping shadows, the barbarians, and Shi Potian in front of him.

"finished?"

"My lord, the details of the Demon King's Palace are here."

Die Ying bowed and bowed, rarely showing a smug look.

"Oh? How many people did the Dark Guard lose?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly and took the Qiankun bag with a calm and authentic tone.

"There is no loss for the dark guards in this trip. Among the five saints and nineteen **** emperors of the Demon King Palace, except for the old ancestor of the Golden Lion Dog, who appeared last in the Demon King Palace, the rest were all executed by the dark guards! In three days, the forces of this side will be completely destroyed. collapse."

"good!"

Hearing this, Ling Xiao also showed a smile on his face, and handed the Qiankun bag to Die Ying, "These spiritual stone treasures should be given to them as a reward."

At this time, Ling Xiao didn't care what kind of means the dark guard used.

All he wants is results.

"Thank you Lord."

Die Ying bowed again, and a hint of hesitation suddenly appeared on his face.

"Huh? Just say anything."

"Young Master, I dispatched a secret guard to keep an eye on the news of Miss Ruge, Ning Chuan and others...but..."

"But what?"

"Girls Ruge and the others are better. It seems that a Didi Fighting Alliance has been established to rob the famous sects and avenge the small sects. Although they are arrogant, it seems that no one dares to provoke them so far, but Ning Chuan..."

Die Ying took a deep breath, his expression extremely solemn, "He's crazy."