Chapter 340： Dying forever

"Oh? You mean... You and Tian'er have completely untied the knot?"

Ling Clan Temple, in a side hall.

Ling Tian looked at Ling Xiao in surprise, his tone faintly surprised.

"Ok."

Ling Xiao didn't explain too much, and Ling Tianlin was silent for a moment, and finally did not ask why.

No matter what method Ling Xiao used to crack Ling Tian's resentment, after all, the result was good.

As for the process, what is important?

At the beginning, the reason why he didn't dig someone else's Dan Hai to Ling Tian was because...worried that the latter would hold grudges and retaliate against Ling Xiao mother and son.

Therefore, he often feels guilty over the years.

Today I heard that the two brothers had released their previous suspicions, and the distracting thoughts accumulated in his heart dissipated in an instant, and even the cultivation base... had some faint signs of breakthrough.

"Father, I want the spiritual veins of Yuanyue Holy Land."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, with awe-inspiring killing intent in his eyes.

On that day, he deliberately humiliated Xia Chen, not just to plot his luck and soul-thirsty ghost beads, but also the Yuanyue Holy Land behind him.

This force, like the Yunmi Xianzong, is the Eastern Frontier orthodox and is respected by the orthodox sect.

Rushing against it will inevitably lead to many obstacles.

But now, in the name of avenging the heir’s fiancée, the Ling clan, even if it is two feuds, even if others want to intervene, it will not be reasonable.

Zongmen attacked, pay attention to one thing for a reason.

Unprovoked slaughter, breaking the order, someone will inevitably take action in the name of justice.

As for the puppet...

If he had not summoned the ninth rank of the **** general, the puppet whose combat power was comparable to that of the gods, perhaps Ling Xiao would not have taken care of him and Hua Yang that day.

After all, there is no luck, and there is nothing worth shooting.

But when he saw the puppet's strength, Ling Xiao's heart was moved.

It is said that there are four great puppets in this ancient puppet sect.

The three demons of black, silver, and gold, and a corpse puppet of celestial beings are the foundation of the ancient puppet school.

But now...

The young master of Ancient Puppet Sect, Qiu Yi, killed Taixu Saintess, and attacked Su Yan, the descendant of the Yunmeng. I am afraid that there is no need for it to exist.

"Lingmai? Okay, I'll catch you for my father at that time."

Ling Tianlin nodded and smiled, not asking what Ling Xiao did.

As long as he wants, Ling Tianlin will give it.

If he can't give it, then switch to a similar one.

"Xiao'er, since you want that spiritual vein, then we...can't wait for Misty Dao Palace to make a move first..."

"Father means..."

"Tonight, kill Yuanyue Holy Land to avenge my daughter-in-law."

In Ling Tianlin's eyes, the celestial light suddenly became rich, and a great momentum like Yue fell down, causing the entire Ling Clan Temple to tremble for no reason.

"it is good."

A smile was also raised on Ling Xiao's face, and blood was overflowing in a glance.

My father was right. If you want to destroy Yuanyue Holy Land, the Ling Clan alone is afraid that it will be a little troublesome.

And with the virtue of the misty Taoist palace, it may not be because of Nian Qingyun, and Yuanyue Holy Land torn face.

But... if the Ling clan moves first, with emotion and reason, the Misty Dao Palace will no longer hesitate.

Otherwise, the cold is not the heart of a single person, but the heart of thousands of disciples of the Misty Taoist Palace.

Qingjun, tonight, I will use Yuanyue Holy Land to sacrifice thousands of dead souls to you.

"By the way...Xiao'er, there is news from Zhongjiang, Shengzhou, Shengjiao seems to be moving recently."

Ling Tianlin frowned slightly, and suddenly whispered.

"Oh?"

Ling Xiao knew that since the moment he was born, Ling Tianlin had been planting eyeliner in the Central Frontier of the Holy State.

The purpose, naturally, is to monitor every move of the holy religion to prevent accidents.

He just didn't expect that this day would come so soon.

Since my father mentioned it, he must have noticed something in that teaching.

However, in the holy land of the Zongmen, there are many people who survey the destiny and Taoism in the gate.

The Shengjiao, as the ruler of the Holy State, gathers strong teachers in the Holy State, and it may not be impossible to perceive the change of the Holy State's luck.

It seems that some planning needs to be done.

"According to the news from Anzi over there, Shengjiao sent divine envoys to various places, seeming to find people, but the specific purpose is unclear."

The cold in Ling Tianlin's eyes turned into a whirlpool, like the winter sun, burning his eyes to the bones.

"I know my father."

Ling Xiao only nodded, and said nothing.

He knew that sooner or later he would face this game, so it seemed that he had to go to Xijiang soon.

Only in troubled times can others grow faster.

After all, the more chaotic the place, the stronger the Son of Destiny.

What Ling Xiao had to do was to change the place, cut the wave of leeks, and by the way... secretly create a force of his own!

"The clan leader, Qin Leng, the lord of the Qin clan, begged to see him outside the hall."

Outside the hall, Ling Shan's voice suddenly came.

Ling Tianlin and Ling Xiao looked at each other with a smile, and raised their feet toward the outside of the hall.

The people have arrived, and the expedition begins.

"Ling Xiao...Young Master!"

In the main hall, Qin Leng wears a golden robe, combs his hair on the top of his head, and wears a purple and gold dragon crown, which is quite a king.

Only at this time, seeing Ling Xiao, Qin Leng, who had a serious face, suddenly flashed a flash of joy in his eyes.

"Leng heard that the son returned to the clan today, and the elders of the Qin clan came to pay respects, and he became famous in the first battle."

Qin Leng leaned over and bowed, but Ling Xiao just nodded slightly, his eyes calm.

"Now that everyone is here, let's go, Yuanyue Shengzi Xia Chen, punish my fiancée, this hatred is not shared, and I will do my best. My Ling Clan will also avenge this revenge!"

When the words fell, outside Ling Xiao's body, there was a flash of thunder, and an invisible pressure surged away, making the entire hall instantly depressed.

"war!"

The Nine Channels of the Ling Clan responded one after another, and there was a touch of bitter hatred on everyone's faces.

"Let's go."

Ling Xiao took the lead and swept out of the main hall, and the Nine Dragons Golden Ruins instantly fell from the sky and stood in front of the hall.

Ye Qingchan came from the side and sat on it with Ling Xiao.

Just when Long Nian was about to take off, Qin Cooling stepped out of the crowd, stood in front of the Nian, and said with a chuckle, "My son...I'm in a hurry. I didn't ride in a ride...Can you..."

"Ok?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, and Qin Leng suddenly trembled.

"It's cold... it's over."

Son!

You are really cold...the unattainable star in this life!

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a gust of wind howling between heaven and earth.

I saw a Baizhang demon shadow suddenly descending from the sky, covering the sky of the Ling Clan Holy Land.

It is the demon beast of the Ling clan guarding the clan, the golden eagle wing of the gods.

The Ninth-Rank Great Demon of the God King was also Ling Tianlin's mount when he was young. With his wings spread out, he was two hundred and seventy-six feet away.

Fluttering and flying, you can cross the territory of thousands of miles.

The ten kings of the Ling clan, have him a seat!

"Roar."

But seeming to be frightened by the blood of the demon carving, the nine-headed flood dragon instantly crawled to the ground, malaise.

It's just that now, Huahua is still fusing the dragon's blood, and Ling Xiao is not willing to disturb it easily if it is not a last resort.

"lets go."

"boom!"

The entire Ling clan land was instantly boiling.

Ling Xiao put away the dragon's blade, embraced Ye Qingchan, and stood at the head of the golden eagle.

Behind him, countless figures with powerful aura stood quietly, rushing towards Yuankong in anger.

In the east of Xinjiang, there was a demon wind suddenly everywhere.

Everyone looked at the demon shadow that concealed the starlight in the night sky, and there was nothing but shock in their eyes.

"That demon shadow seems to be... the Ling Clan's golden winged golden eagle?"

"It seems so?"

"This golden eagle hasn't stepped out of the Ling clan for two hundred years, right?"

"What's the matter?"

"Don't you know? Young Master Ling Xiao's fiancée died and died in the hands of Saint Yuanyue... This time the Hui people, the master is discussing and conquering Yuanyue Holy Land, right?"

"No wonder... The Ling Clan... came out in full force this time."

"Om."

The wind scattered, and the demon clouds gathered.

Ling Xiao stood on the top of the sky, her eyes calm.

Tonight!

Someone was destined to die. We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.