Chapter 437： Descendants of the Immortal Palace

"My lord, my soul body can't hold on for too long. Lord Dragon commander told me to pass the letter. The evil dragon guard is already training. Please don't worry, the lord."

The Master Taixuan bowed and bowed, and his figure finally dispersed.

But Ling Xiao looked at Dao Ding in his hand with cold eyes.

Sealing the divine soul means that it is impossible to search for the information in the divine emissary soul sea.

However, this person is now a turtle in the urn, and he has time to torture him.

loyalty?

Ha ha, there is no absolute loyalty in this world.

But just... not enough chips for betrayal or... not enough pain.

"Om!"

The magic knife slashed out, and instantly swallowed the divine envoy's flesh, a golden light fell, and Ling Xiao held it in his hand.

"God Order."

Ling Xiao nodded and smiled, and threw it to Duan Ying, "From today on, you are the holy emissary, go, look for the traces of Daxia Prince Xia Feng, and make the world believe that he is a demon! A true demon!"

"Yes!"

The double shadow bowed and bowed, and the figure disappeared instantly.

"You will regret it!! You will regret it!!"

Hearing this, the soul sealed in the cauldron suddenly roared angrily, but when he saw Ling Xiao's down eyes, a chill suddenly appeared in his heart.

"How can I... clean up you?"

Ling Xiao turned his head and glanced at Ye Qingchan, only to see that at this time, the girl's face was also a little pale, and there was even a hint of fear in her eyes.

It's just that these emotions were not revealed by Ye Qingchan, but by the ancient soul in her sea of ​​souls.

The demon's methods... she had seen it a long time ago.

It's very inexplicable, at this moment, a trace of regret suddenly appeared in the heart of the ancient soul.

If she had known this, she shouldn't have been exposed prematurely.

As long as Ye Qingchan practices step by step, the two souls will eventually merge.

But now...

"Qing Chan, you go to the Tiandian and wait for me, I will clean up these few ants first."

Ling Xiao gently rubbed the girl's pretty face, then held the ancient tripod in his hand and dropped it downward.

There, a figure in white clothes began to run frantically towards the distance.

"Want to escape? This is...my world."

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled as he stepped forward, and Lei Wing flickered behind him, blocking Qiu Qinghan in just a moment.

"Young Master Qiu, meet again."

At this time, Qiu Qinghan was still dressed in white, with his hair **** and dressed as a young man.

Only this time, her face was no longer cold and arrogant, but there was a solemn color on her face.

After seeing Ling Xiao's methods and ruthlessness, she had already awed this seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy from the bottom of her heart.

"Di, the girl of destiny is in awe. Congratulations to the host for plundering luck for 300 points and the villain for 3000 points."

"Young Master Xiao..."

Qiu Qinghan Qiao's face raised a touch of bitterness.

Although she had long felt that Ling Xiao had a terrifying magic in her body.

But she really didn't expect that this infamous descendant of the Ling clan turned out to be a forbidden demon that the holy religion was struggling to find!

Demon! !

This name made her frightened, but she was inexplicably expecting...

"I didn't expect Qiu Gongzi to be a member of the Holy Sect. It's a pity... Ben and Gongzi hit each other right away, but goodbye is nothing."

Ling Xiao sighed softly, but the corners of his mouth raised a touch of playfulness.

This time Qiu Qinghan knew his identity, instead of despair, but... gave birth to awe?

In this way, is it possible to...conquer it?

"The son is wrong. Not only am I not a person of the sacred religion, on the contrary, I hate the sacred religion."

Qiu Qinghan sighed and looked at Ling Xiao calmly.

"Oh? Young Master Qiu thinks that I will let you go by saying that?"

"What's the difference between today's death and tomorrow's death? It's all about lingering, and the sacred religion is not eliminated for a day, and this world will always be a prison."

But what Ling Xiao didn't expect was that Qiu Qinghan only shook his head when he heard the words, his eyes faintly revealing sadness.

"Who are you?"

"Han Yuexian Palace, Han Qingqiu."

Qiu Qinghan pulled down the hairpin tied to the top of his head, and his black hair fell like waterfalls, and the picturesque fairy face suddenly revealed a touch of coquettishness.

Although, Ling Xiao has seen many peerless women.

But I have to say that this cold and clear autumn has a different temperament.

The corners of the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes hide a three-point delicate, seven-point stunning.

Such as the appearance in the mirror, the shadow under the moon, the person in the painting, and waking up from sleep.

Gentle and quiet, not stained with vulgar dust, but there is also a kind of greenness that is just like leaving, just emerging from the mortal world.

Withdrawing from the pretense, he was shocked.

"Sure enough, it's you."

But at this time, Ling Xiao didn't have the slightest surprise.

As early as the first time he saw Qiu Qinghan, he probably guessed the identity of the latter.

A peerless evildoer who doesn't even pay attention to the Queen Mother, the background behind him must be extremely terrifying.

Looking at the western borders, I am afraid that only the descendant of the ancient sect who is above the dynasty can have such courage.

"So, behind the Hanyue Immortal Palace, there is also a holy religion?"

Using Ling Xiao's method, it was actually more convenient to capture Han Qingqiu directly.

can…

After all, this woman still has 3,800 points of luck, and she is also the person next to the sacred emissary.

If you fall into the game as a dark child, there may be unexpected surprises.

"Yes, no! Everyone knows that the former palace lord of Hanyue Immortal Palace ascended to the upper realm, leaving behind the secret of becoming immortal, but I don’t know that the palace lord was killed by the holy teaching. Today's Hanyue Immortal Palace is just a holy teaching. The supported puppets are used to control Xijiang."

A trace of killing intent flashed in Han Qingqiu's beautiful eyes, but Ling Xiao just nodded flatly.

now it's right.

Regardless of any sect or force, they will never allow anyone to override themselves.

The eight dynasties have always believed in iron-blooded killings, how can they allow the ancient sect, which has no more than a thousand people, to occupy the central sacred land with the richest aura in West Xinjiang?

There must be a bit tricky in it.

To say that the main cultivation level of the Hanyue Palace is advanced, but her realm is no more than the realm of the **** emperor, and it is not beyond the shackles, and it is not enough to shock the eight dynasties.

Of course, Taixuan Dao Master is an exception.

After all, he was a character from a thousand years ago, and he didn't even dare to provoke him easily, let alone the five or six rank **** emperors of Dongjiang.

just! !

What surprised Ling Xiao was that this Han Qingqiu seemed to be only 20 years old, how did he know such secrets?

"So, why do you hate Shengjiao?"

There must be strange things when things go wrong.

This Han Qingqiu must have hidden a great secret.

Could it be... a reborn person again?

"My son may not know that in the land of western Xinjiang, for nearly three hundred years, every few decades, there will be famous evildoers and strong people missing. According to my guess, these people should have been killed by the holy teachings. They have The one thing in common is... the principles of the body."

"Ok?"

Ling Xiao's eyes condensed, and a chill suddenly appeared in his heart.

It is not that he has not considered this issue.

After all, the **** emperor powerhouse he has seen today has a strong cultivation base, but very few understand Dao.

Even if there are a few human beings who are there occasionally, they are just some of the first- and second-rank **** emperors, and they are not very old.

Throughout the thousand-year history of Shengzhou, who is not a talented person who collapsed into the void and soared to the upper realm.

Why has Shengzhou suddenly become lonely over the past three hundred years?

Ling Xiao originally thought that it was the spiritual power of this world that began to dry up.

But at this time, hearing what Han Qingqiu said, he suddenly had a bold guess in his heart.

Three hundred years, is it a coincidence? We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.