Chapter 1108 Xianxia Is a Bit Salty (22)

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

The clouds in the sky and the earth are surging, and they are crumbling under the control of Xia Ling's cloud sword.

The man's silver hair moved slightly, his long sleeves fluttered, and he wore a gray robe with mystery and mystery.

The third eye on the forehead slowly opened.

Click——

Shrouded in divine light, Xia Ling let go of the cloud sword in his hand, and it became Xuan Lin's weapon in Xuan Lin's hands.

"Admit defeat." Xuan Lin held the hilt of the sword, which was still warm, and looked at the female cultivator whose hands were empty.

The situation she disturbed was fixed by his three-pointed and two-edged sword, and her magic weapon was dropped by his third eye.

He is the reincarnation of Zhenjun Guanjiangkou Erlang who went to heaven back then, how can she, a little monk, compare to him, the reincarnation of a god in heaven, who is nothing more than a cart with a mans arm.

"Stop it, why stop it?"

Xia Ling wiped the blood from her lips.

The magic weapon was forcibly taken away, and the connection with her mind was severed. She was indeed seriously injured.

However, he is Zhenjun Erlang, and she is his master in this life, how can she not hold back?

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

A bright whimper came out of his mouth, and the tengu screamed at the moon.

With Yinyue around, her combat power can be doubled. What is the concept of two Mahayana stages of cultivation? No matter how powerful Xuan Lin is, can he really display the strength of Zhenjun Erlang under the shackles of the world of cultivating immortals?

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"The Roaring Dog..."

Xuan Lin was startled.

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

"Yeah, so what? You are my master, so what?"

"I've been with you for thousands of years, but I can't get you to look at me more. I'm Xiaotiangou, so I should protect you and never leave?"

Xia Ling sneered.

In the memory of the original owner she received, Zhenjun Erlang is really a guy with his eyes above his head.

Even when the Heavenly Court was destroyed, she fought with him to the last moment, she blocked the enemy's sneak attack for him, and she died in his arms.

Xiao Tiangou, you deserved to die.

There is only such an indifferent sentence, it seems that the loyalty and companionship for thousands of years is a matter of course, and it is a mission that must be completed.

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

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

There has never been unreasonable hatred in this world.

He hated Duanxi for doing whatever he wanted to him, but Duanxi and him were partners who had protected each other for thousands of years. They were born and died together. Before dying, he watched Duanxi die in his arms.

However, she hated him.

"Why?" Xuan Lin looked at Xia Ling.

"Why?" His deep eyes were stained with ink.

Become an immortal, ascend to the top, and Xuanlin is not rare at all. At the moment he became the ancestor of the demon, facing the sincere worship of the demon cultivators, a vague voice told him.

Immortals are nothing, but Demon Ancestor is his destination.

Therefore, he doesn't care about becoming an immortal at all, what he cares about is... his inner demon.

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

He should hate it.

However, thinking that Duan Xi is Xia Xia, Xuan Lin couldn't hate him after all.

The sweet female voice brought him out of the predicament little by little.

Duan Xi is destruction, Xia Xia is hope.

Xuan Lin pursed his lips.

He looked at Xia Ling who showed the shadow of the falling silver moon behind him.

Her black hair turned into pitch-black vines in an instant, dancing wantonly, as if soaked in blood.