Chapter 1502： Sword Immortal

"Young Master! Do you want to take Qingluan Academy..."

At the foot of Qingluan Mountain, Ling Xiao stood in front of the ancient forest, looking at the sky in the distance.

Behind him, Ye Qingchan's eyes were cold, and she stopped talking.

"No need."

Ling Xiao shook his head and glanced at Ye Qingchan with no meaning.

At this time, he already had some guesses in his heart. Most of Ye Qingchan's identity was more terrifying than he imagined.

After all, fellow cultivator Bing Dao, the power of Bai Ci'er's Dao Principles, was unable to shake her in the slightest.

Inexplicably, Ling Xiao seemed to have thought of something, and there was a hint of thought in his eyes.

At the beginning, he once saw a white-haired woman in the reincarnation magic blade.

And the way she comprehends is also the way of ice.

That kind of power that seals the sky at a glance is extremely shocking.

But, if Ling Xiao remembered correctly, in the Primordial Execution of Heaven, the fourth style, and the unparalleled grievance, the Heavenly Demon once killed her soul body with one sword.

So, does this woman have anything to do with Ye Qingchan?

And what is her relationship with the demon?

"Son!"

And just when Ling Xiao was pondering secretly, Ning Wuchuan's figure came from the side, and behind him, Meng Yu's face was restrained, and he was different from the murderous demon on the top of the mountain just now.

In the final analysis, he entered the devil to kill, but to avenge the blood revenge of the clan.

In essence, he is not a real demon, otherwise his luck is outrageous.

The boy who killed the devil finally became a devil, that's because... he discovered the hypocrisy of the gods.

In the end, it is the devil who saves the common people and uncovers the fog.

In the game of gods and demons, mortals suffer.

The conclusion of everything should be at the end of the puzzle.

"Many thanks to the young master for taking action, otherwise today Yu's side... most likely will be dead without a burial place."

Meng Yu knelt directly in front of Ling Xiao, his eyes solemn and authentic.

If it wasn't for Ling Xiao today, let alone revenge and hate, I am afraid that even Big Brother Wuchuan would be implicated by him and die in this Qingluan Academy.

At the beginning, he swore with the devil's heart that if he could avenge the blood revenge of the clan, he would feed the devil with his body and never regret it.

Now it seems that he doesn't need to feed the demon, just repay the son's kindness.

"It doesn't matter, there is always cause and effect in this world. Of course... I don't believe in Buddhism."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, waved his palm lightly, and lifted Meng Yu up from the ground, "What's your plan next?"

"Intend…"

Meng Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face became bitter.

Now that his revenge has been avenged, he suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.

As for where to go in the future, he had never thought about it at all, and what was his plan.

"Master, if... you don't dislike it, I want to follow you."

After seeing Ling Xiao's terrifying combat power, Meng Yu was already in awe and worship of this young master from the upper realm.

In particular, Ning Wuchuan's attitude towards him made Meng Yu guess a lot of things.

A murderous lunatic, but he obeys his peers.

What does this mean?

It shows that he once, must have been broken by it.

"Master, the way of the puppet organization next to Yu is definitely not under the head of the puppet courtyard. Now it's just a lower cultivation base. When he enters the holy realm..."

Ning Wuchuan was hesitant to speak, knowing that Ling Xiao was most annoying when someone taught him to do things.

However, Meng Yu's experience and murderous nature really made him feel a little bit.

"Um."

Ling Xiao nodded lightly, turned and walked towards Yuankong.

A smile appeared on Meng Yu's face, and he chased Ling Xiao side by side with Ning Chuan.

"Did, the son of luck surrenders, congratulations to the host for getting 8,000 points of luck and 80,000 points of villain."

Hearing the voice coming from his ear, Ling Xiao was not surprised at all.

If today, this Meng Yu is unwilling to follow him, then he will most likely be a demon and be annihilated by the light.

"Sir, where are we going now?"

Xuanyuan Weiyang stood beside Ling Xiao with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

"I'm going to ask your sister Su Yan."

Ling Xiao smiled, while Su Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what Ling Xiao was referring to.

"Sir, come with me."

The main purpose of Su Yan's lower realm was to enter the Su family and confuse Hua Mingxi.

But Ling Xiao also gave her a magic sword and told him to put it into the lower realm.

Although Su Yan didn't know the purpose of this young master's move, it was obvious that he must not be... playing around.

Today's entrance to the Necronomicon has long been sealed by Ling Xiao.

Without his permission, it is impossible for others to escape back to the upper realm.

As early as a few days ago, Ling Xiao had received the news that the first disciple of Longyuan Sword Tomb, one of the contemporary sequence, Xiangtian, known as the Zichen Sword Fairy, was in the lower realm.

Although the dark guard did not dare to approach Xiangtian, he could still feel that his breath was always by the side of the magic sword, and he never left.

"interesting."

A smile appeared on Ling Xiao's face, but his eyes gradually filled with coldness.

Xiangtian is immortal, Ling Tian wants to become the successor of Jianzhong, it is bound to be hindered.

What's more, in his hand, there is the last piece of the Nine Tribulations Ancient Sword.

There are many sword cultivators in this world, but there is only one person who truly deserves the name of Sword Immortal.

Thousands of miles of blue sky, melodious clouds.

Ling Xiao sat on the dragon chariot and rushed towards the land of Liangzhou.

A day passed by in the blink of an eye.

On the top of Qingluan Mountain, there was a sudden change in the situation, and the void shook.

Immediately afterwards, three women dressed in different clothes but with the appearance of gods descended from the sky, looking at the empty ancient mountain hall in front of them with surprise.

"Sister Ruge, isn't that kid lying to us? What kind of Kyushu Holy Assembly is this?"

Bai Zhixi's brows were lightly tufted, and her pink eyes were full of anger.

Before the three of them robbed their homes in Qingzhou, no, when they robbed the rich to help the poor, they had heard that the largest congregation in Kyushu would be held at Qingluan Academy.

And with the temperament of the three of them, how could they not come together in such a lively manner?

only!

At this time, Qingluan Mountain was really quiet and terrifying, and there was no trace of anger at all.

"Probably not, he was scared by you."

Feng Ruge shook his head, and there seemed to be contemplation in his eyes.

I saw that she took the first step and landed in front of the main hall, her eyes looking coldly in the direction of the main hall.

She came here not to join in the fun.

Such a holy meeting, I am afraid that the son will also appear.

But now it seems that they are afraid of missing something.

"Who is coming?"

In the main hall, several Qingluan disciples immediately walked out and looked at Feng Ruge's three girls with a wary expression.

only!

When they saw the appearance of the three girls, these young disciples unconsciously showed a rosy look on their faces, and hurriedly bowed their hands, "The three fairies... I don't know why they came to my Qingluan Academy?"

"Hey, let me ask you, isn't there a Kyushu holy meeting here? Why don't you even have a root hair?"

Bai Zhixi snorted coldly, her tender little face was full of chills.

"This little fairy, the Kyushu Holy Assembly ended yesterday."

One of the older disciples gave a wry smile, looking rather lonely.

In this holy meeting, the two most enchanting disciples of Qingluan Academy all perished, which can be said to be severely damaged.

I am afraid that it will not be long before this Kyushu Holy Land will completely decline.