The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

When the three-pointed, two-edged sword was summoned by Xuan Lin.

The clouds in the sky and earth surged and swayed under the control of Xia Ling's cloud sword.

The man's silver hair moved slightly and his long sleeves fluttered in the wind. His gray robe was full of mystery and mystery.

The third eye on his forehead slowly opened.

Click

Divine light enveloped the area. The Cloud Sword in Xia Ling's hand fell out of her hand and became Xuan Lin's weapon in Xuan Lin's hand.

"admit defeat. " Xuan Lin held the still warm hilt of the sword and looked at the empty female cultivator in his hand.

The wind and clouds that she had stirred up were fixed by his three-pointed, two-edged blade. Her spiritual artifact was lost to his third eye.

He was the reincarnation of true Lord Erlang from the heavenly court. How could a small cultivator like her compare to him, the reincarnation of an immortal from the heavenly court.

"Stop, why do you have to stop? "

Xia Ling wiped the blood from the corner of her lips.

The spiritual artifact had been forcefully taken away by someone, cutting off the connection with her mind. She was indeed seriously injured.

However, he was true Lord Erlang, and she was his master in this life. How could she not have a backup plan?

Xia Ling raised her head, looked at the distant horizon, and opened her mouth.

A bright whimper came out of her mouth -- Heavenly Dog Xiaoyue.

With silvermoon around, her battle strength could be doubled. What did it mean to have two Mahayana stage cultivation bases No matter how powerful Xuan Lin was, could he really unleash true Lord Erlang's strength under the restrictions of the immortal cultivation world?

*

"Xiao Tianquan... "

Xuan Lin was startled.

He really didn't expect that Xiao Tianquan would accompany him to this world.

"Yeah, so what? You're my master, so what? "

"I've been with you for thousands of years, but you don't even look at me once. I'm Xiao Tianquan, so should I protect you and never abandon you? "

Xia Ling sneered.

In the original owner's memories that she had received, true Lord Erlang was really an arrogant guy.

Even when the heavenly court was destroyed, she had fought with him until the last moment. She had blocked the enemy's sneak attack for him, and she had died in his arms.

Xiao Tianquan, you died for a reason.

Just this indifferent sentence, as if thousands of years of loyalty and companionship were a matter of course, a mission that had to be completed.

However, she liked him so much, but he never looked at her.

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"Do you hate me so much? " Xuan Lin's eyes flashed with confusion.

There was never hatred without reason in this world.

He hated Duan Xi for doing whatever she wanted to him. However, Duan Xi and he were partners who had protected each other for thousands of years. They had gone through life and death together. Before they died, he had watched Duan Xi die in his arms.

However, she hated him.

"Why? " Xuan Lin looked at Xia Ling.

"Why? " His deep eyes were dyed black.

Becoming an immortal and ascending to heaven was something Xuan Lin did not care about at all. The moment he became the fiend ancestor, he was sincerely kowtowing to the fiend cultivators. A faint voice told him.

Being an immortal was nothing. The fiend ancestor was his final destination.

Therefore, he did not care about becoming an immortal at all. What he cared about was... ... His inner demons ...

He spent a lot of time in meditation. The scene of him being forced by a woman and being forcibly controlled by her, the scene of him doing whatever he wanted to her, repeatedly invaded his dreams.

He should hate her.

However, when he thought about Duan Xi being Xia Xia, Xuan Lin could not hate her.

The sweet female voice slowly brought him out of his predicament.

Duan Xi was destruction, Xia Xia was hope.

Xuan Lin pursed his lips.

He looked at Xia Ling, who appeared behind him in the shadow of the silver moon.

Her black hair turned into pitch-black vines in an instant. They danced wantonly as if they were soaked in blood.