Chapter 891 He Is an Old Friend

"Father, your daughter has avenged you!!"

The main hall of the Su family was full of dead bones, but there was no trace of blood.

I saw Su Yan kneeling on the ground, his eyes were scarlet, but it was difficult for him to shed a single tear.

At this time, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, her breath was sluggish, and she looked quite tired.

Ling Xiao walked up to her side, and sighed softly, "Yan'er, if you are tired, go back to the realm to rest, Holy Cult, I will help you destroy it."

"No! I want to watch the Holy Cult fall with my own eyes!!"

Su Yan gritted his silver teeth, turned his head to look at Ling Xiao, and returned the Samsara Magic Blade with both hands.

"Great lord, the words will never be forgotten!"

"Why both of us?"

Ling Xiao shook his head, and stretched out his hand to pull Su Yan up from the ground, "In the end, these people are just greedy, trying to seize the wealth of the Su family! It's a pity that Uncle Su was smart all his life, and he was confused for a while. Don't worry, Yan'er, wait for me to destroy you!" The holy religion will definitely restore the Su family's past glory."

"Do not."

Su Yan shook his head slightly, his eyes were sad, "Young master, Yan'er only wants to be with you for the rest of his life, the Su family...there is no Su family anymore."

After going through this catastrophe, Su Yan has long since seen through the absurdity of this world, the so-called status and wealth are but passing clouds.

Only true love cannot be let down.

"Yan'er..."

"Young master! My Su family has countless treasures. Now that the Su family has been overthrown, let the young master take charge of these things."

"This... Yaner, I am not..."

"Young master! Between you and me, why do you need to explain?"

Su Yan nestled in Ling Xiao's arms, his tone gradually softened, "My lord, Yan'er is so tired."

"Okay, Xiao Poor, lead the people to find all the spiritual treasures of the Su family, and we must not take advantage of these hypocrites in Zhongjiang!"

Ling Xiao sighed lightly, his expression seemed determined.

And Xiao Po straightened his back immediately, patted his chest, "Don't worry, my lord! I guarantee that after today, there will be nothing in the Su family that can sell spirit stones!"

Hearing this, Ling Xiao just nodded, and walked out of the hall with Su Yan in his arms.

At this time, the shower had just stopped, and the world was clear.

There is the fragrance of the soil covering the blood, and the rays of the sun pierce the remnant clouds and pour down, reflecting a golden stalwart of a high mountain in the distance.

This mountain is the center of the five borders of the Holy State, and it is also the seat of the Holy Pope's sect. It is revered as the sacred mountain by the world.

"Young Master...Actually...I'm very happy that you can help me kill these people from the ancient sect, Yan'er, let's...leave Zhongjiang."

Although at this time, Su Yan couldn't figure out why Ling Xiao was so blatantly slaughtering the strong in Central Xinjiang, the Holy Church didn't respond at all.

However, as long as the Divine Lord does not die, this world will still be governed by the Holy Cult.

Today's Ling Xiao seems to have reached a height that is beyond her reach.

Even those three powerful men with leisurely and terrifying auras were willing to recognize him as their master, but... when he thought of the might of God, Su Yan felt powerless for a while.

You must have experienced many dangers during this period of time.

On this fairy road, there is no good fortune that comes for nothing.

Inexplicably, Su Yan felt a little heartbroken again, holding Ling Xiao's arm tightly with his jade hand.

Suddenly, I don't want anything anymore, I just want to walk across the mountains and seas with him, watch the sunset and the stars.

"The Holy Cult deceives people too much. If I don't kill the God Lord, what is the use of this body cultivation?"

Ling Xiao shook his head indifferently, his eyes determined.

And when these words fell into Su Yan's ears, it was a kind of chivalrous and tender heart, which was unswerving.

"Son!!"

"Yan'er, you don't need to say anything, I've made up my mind."

Ling Xiao didn't give Su Yan another chance to open his mouth, and raised his foot towards the direction of the sacred mountain.

Behind him, Ziyan, Taixuan Daoist, and Xiong Huan disappeared without a trace.

The whole of Central Xinjiang suddenly fell into a strange silence.

At this time, many small sects and small clan powerhouses are aware that the ancient Xianzong of the ancient clan, which was full of people and bustling in the past, seems to be extraordinarily quiet today.

After the rain, the sky should have been cloudless.

But there are dark clouds gathering in the sky, depressing people's hearts.

"Stop! Where the Holy Church is, mortals stop."

Until Ling Xiao and Su Yan walked side by side to the foot of the sacred mountain, two handsome teenagers suddenly fell from the sky and stopped them.

"Puchi."

Only this time, Ling Xiao didn't say another word of nonsense, and cut off the heads of the two of them in an instant with the magic blade in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Su Yan's eyes trembled slightly, but after all, he didn't dare to say much, and followed Ling Xiao, walking slowly towards the top of the mountain.

Above the sacred mountain, there are thousands of clouds and beautiful celestial beings.

There is an extremely strong aura gushing out, deriving thousands of visions.

Bright mist lingered, golden light runes shone in the sky, and in the depths of the clouds, there seemed to be celestial brilliance ups and downs.

An incomparably magnificent golden palace stands at the end of the distant mountain, piercing into the sky, magnificent and lofty.

It's just that compared with ordinary Xianzong, this holy religion has almost no defense.

Even the two sword-wielding disciples at the foot of the mountain are no more than god generals, and they are mostly used for summons.

Of course, with the power of the Holy Cult, no one would dare to visit this mountain even if there is no one there.

The will of the strong is the order of heaven.

The world's admiration for immortals is not only admiration for immortal longevity, but admiration for its high nine days, free and easy.

"Huh? There are two people on the mountain road?"

On the mountain of God,

Several elders of the holy religion frowned slightly, as if they felt the fluctuation at the foot of the mountain, they walked out of the hall one after another and looked into the distance.

But in that verdant and colorful place, two figures walked side by side, stepping along the mountain at a leisurely pace.

The breeze blew up the robes of the two, and the blue hair fluttered, which seemed to be a couple of gods and immortals.

"Why didn't you listen to the report from the mountain?"

At the head, an old man with white hair in a golden robe and a majestic face gave a soft drink.

Immediately behind him, an elder bowed down, "Second elder, I'm going down the mountain to find out."

"no need."

The second elder of the Holy Cult is named Bai Shan, a powerhouse of the eighth rank of God Emperor.

Now that the four great envoys have not returned, and the whereabouts of the great elder are unknown, the holy son returns to the mountain and ignores the religious affairs, and all matters big and small are decided by him alone.

But, an eighth-rank god emperor, if it was a year ago, it would be considered a threat.

It's just that now, without Zi Yan and others taking action, Ling Xiao can kill with a swing of a knife.

"Is it finally here?"

On the distant mountain, a figure in white stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the sky below.

There are layers of mountains and forests, surrounded by mist and clouds, but she is like a banished lonely fairy, ethereal in the world, but somehow lonely.

Meng Yuan's eyebrows were sad, her eyes were fixed on the tall and straight figure in black, she didn't know what she was thinking.

The next moment, I saw her stepping forward with jade feet, her body transformed into a frightened bird, stepping from the void, and striding towards Ling Xiao.

"Huh? Is it the Holy Son?"

Seeing the figure floating down above their heads, all the elders of the holy religion immediately bowed down.

"Holy Son, someone trespassed on my sacred mountain..."

"He is an old friend."

Mengyuan's expression was calm, but only she knew what kind of turmoil was going on in her heart at this moment.

After a few months of separation, she often... misses her face!

Damn it, magic barrier! !

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