Using the double array to weave an enchantment, in addition to protecting the world from the poison of the heavenly war, it is also closely related to the Ten Thousand Souls Bone Lock, and Ling Xuanluo has a thorough understanding of the reason for Xi Mutong's emergency summoning. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hearing him tell through the crux of the problem, Xi Mutong put away his smile and sighed lightly, "Pointing to the heavens, meditation is the cultivation of the mind, and ordinary people can cultivate to the fourth level, which is already an extremely high cultivation." Therefore, the person who can communicate with my realm has not appeared after waiting for five hundred years, so that the lock of ten thousand souls and bones has never been removed. Today, at the juncture of the Six Realms in danger, I finally waited for you to come, which really confirmed Ji Xuanyuan's poisonous curse back then: there are two demon babies, one of them saves the world, and the other destroys the world. ”

"Auntie......"

Xi Mutong's words made Ling Xuanluo stunned. His thoughts seemed to float out of this cosmic void and float in the blue sky and white clouds.

Suddenly, the atmosphere of light clouds and light wind was broken, and the dark clouds rolled in with heavy resentment.

Xi Mutong was standing safely in the clouds, and the scorching lightning tore through the dark clouds, and a small golden bow poked out from it, it was the broken yuan bow, which was about to eject at her. Then the man who drew the bow came out with a strange shriek, but it was the fire bell wearing a crown inlaid with gold and a wide-sleeved brocade robe with a honey-colored placket.

"Auntie, be careful!" Ling Xuanluo suddenly fell into a hallucination, and actually raised his arm to block in front of Xi Mutong, and with his other hand, he pulled out the Jiaoqiu sword.

"Xuanluo, what's wrong with you?" Xi Mutong looked at him in shock, wondering why he was so abnormal.

The crisp sound of the Jiaoqiu sword woke up Ling Xuanluo, and he knew that he was pondering too deeply, so that he took the illusion seriously, and his face suddenly turned red, as if he was smeared with blood.

Xi Mutong was waiting for him to answer, but he was at a loss, hurriedly put his sword back into its sheath, and said incoherently: "I...... It's just that...... I just ......"

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing him like this, Xi Mutong was even more worried.

Ling Xuanluo simply didn't speak, and only when he had enough courage did he twist his neck and blurt out: "If the other demon baby is not a person who destroys the world, is Ji Xuanyuan's poisonous curse invalid?

"What?" Xi Mutong's expression did not change, but his eyes revealed the shock in his heart, and he asked blankly: "You...... Do you know something?"

How should she answer her question? Tell the truth about the encounter with Huo Ling'er? Say that the leader of the Blue Wolf Alliance, who was planning to destroy Jiluo Mountain, was actually a good person, and the reason why he became the leader of the Evil Alliance was forced by his aunt and uncle? Such a conclusion was too cruel and unfair. But what Huo Ling'er did today, isn't my aunt not responsible?

He was torn apart by contradictions, and he almost wanted to be heartbroken, but he couldn't make her sad, so he had to slow down his tone and cover up: "No, no, Xuanluo is just guessing, and he doesn't want to think badly about people." That Blue Wolf Alliance Leader, if he could be as lucky as Xuan Luo when he was born, and was favored and cultivated by many masters, I don't know if it would be different from the current murderous careerist. ”

His explanation was obviously something in his words, but Xi Mutong had no way to ask. It is rare that fear is born in her heart, but where this fear comes from and what it is, she herself can't tell.

The Cosmic Void Realm fell silent, and after a long time, Ling Xuanluo asked softly, "Auntie, can we start?"

Xi Mutong woke up from his contemplation, nodded, pulled him to jump up, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them stood in the middle of the spiral astrolabe that had marked the direction.

Standing in this position, Ling Xuanluo's inner shock was so strong that he wanted to shout to the sky.

Five years ago, in front of Zhuyue's sickbed, he swore to his teacher that he would cultivate to the seventh layer of the Heavenly Zen Wanyu Jue, and connect with his master and aunt. Five years later, the promise was fulfilled, and the time had finally come for him and her to connect with her and save the world together.

At this time, in his heart, there is not only emotion, but also pride.