Zixian suddenly felt a little sad about Nezha like this.

"Nezha, stand down!" Nuwa shouted.

"Nuwa Niangniang, the hatred of killing your father is not shared, please leave it alone." Nezha lowered his eyes.

"Yes, Nuwa, if other people's children want to avenge their father, let's not get involved. Do you think Xiu Fan will still lose? Lu Jian grabbed Nuwa.

Nuwa was about to say something, but Zixian said, "Nuwa, this is what we said." ”

Nuwa was a little annoyed, but she didn't know what to say, so she gritted her teeth and brushed her sleeves away.

Lu Jian followed closely behind Nuwa and also walked out.

Nuwa wanted to glare at Zixian angrily, but when she saw Zixian's beautiful face, she couldn't get angry. He simply stopped looking at her, and rushed over with a rifle in his hand.

Zixian sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand to offer the exquisite pagoda, and then placed it three feet above his head.

A faint source of holy light endlessly shrouded from the bottom layer of the Linglong Pagoda, surrounding Zixian in the middle.

After doing all this, Nezha's fire-tipped spear arrived as scheduled.

The sharp tip of the spear stabbed towards Zixian without hesitation, but found that as soon as the spear head touched the holy light, it could no longer pierce a single cent.

Nezha did not give up and used all the inverted sea marksmanship he had invented when he was making trouble in the Dragon Palace, but no matter what angle or strength he used to stab the holy light, the holy light still did not show any traces of loosening.

"I don't want to fight you, and you can't win at all, so you give up." Zixian said lightly.

"After all, it's my father's exquisite pagoda that is amazing." Nezha said.

"This tower is mine." Zixian didn't explain too much, she believed that only this sentence was enough.

Nezha was stunned and said, "Why do you say that this tower is yours, this tower is obviously the magic weapon of my father Li Tianwang." ”

Zixian didn't know whether to tell a son the fact that his father was actually a thief. If this kind of thing is said to come out, it will be another blow to Nezha, right?

But if you don't say it, you are really aggrieved. After all, no one will feel good about taking back their own things and being treated as a robber.

"Forget it, I'm arguing about this now anyway. It doesn't make sense anymore. Zixian sighed as he spoke, and waved his palm to shoot out a green light.

Nezha only felt that all the strength in his body was withdrawn in an instant, and his body was light and fluttering, as if floating in the clouds. It's like floating in the water.

Not for a while. The brain began to get confused. A lot of memories are like bubbles, gradually shattering.

"Xiu Fan Shangxian, you ......" Nezha couldn't resist, so he had to squeeze out a few words between his teeth.

"Don't blame me, I had to." Zixian didn't speak again after saying this. Concentrate on destroying Nezha's memory bit by bit.

Suddenly, a small fragment broke into Zixian's sea of knowledge.

In the small room, Nezha held a puff fan and guarded the small stove, talking to himself without a match.

"Alas, Xian'er, you should get better quickly."

Speaking of this, Nezha smiled self-deprecatingly: "Li Nezha, Li Nezha, it was you who threatened others and said that as long as she was well, she would fight with you, how dare she?" ”

"Why is she my father-killer? It would be nice not to have that. ”

Nezha saw that the fire was almost up and extinguished the fire. He used another chopstick to prop up the lid of the medicine jar.

"I wish she could drink it today. These fairy grasses, I really worked hard to steal. ”

Zixian looked at this picture, ruthlessly, and destroyed these as well.

After a while, Nezha's eyes were already confused.

"Excuse me, where is this? How did I end up here? Nezha asked Zixian who was standing aside.

"You just need to remember that your name is Nezha, your master's name is Taiyi Zhenren, and don't ask anything else." After Zixian said this, he pushed Nezha off the world.

Nuwa didn't know when she turned back: "Xiufan, I didn't expect you to be quite ruthless." ”

"That's right for me. For him, it's the best ending. Zixian waved his hand: "Don't mention him." By the way, Nuwa, do you have a clue about what I asked you to help me find? ”

"No, I've gone through all the sword forging materials in the Heavenly Crafts in the past few days. But none of it fits what you've described. ”

"Thank you for your hard work." Zixian Dao.

"We don't need to say that between us."

For a long time to come, Zixian spent searching for materials, trying to cast, and waiting for the fish to grow up.

Although the materials are not satisfactory, they are all excellent materials. Under Zixian's more and more refined refining techniques, these materials have all turned into various types of long swords, large or small, wide or narrow.

The words were divided into two ends, but it was said that Ziling returned to Mount Emei with Sun Huimin's body. After burying Sun Huimin, he quickly went up the mountain.

When the disciples saw Zi Ling, they thought they were dazzled, but when they saw Jasmine next to Zi Ling, they affirmed that they were not mistaken.

Soon, the blockbuster news of "Senior Sister Ziling is back" spread throughout Emei.

The moment Murong Xingyun saw Ziling, he was almost in tears. Holding Ziling's hand, he vigorously said, "It's good to come back, it's good to come back", completely without the arrogance and dignity of the elders, but very much like a loving mother who finally looks forward to her children's homecoming.

"Ling'er, you are worried about your master, didn't you say that you would come back in three years, why haven't you heard from you for so long?" The condensation frost on the side said angrily.

"Uncle Shi, this matter is a long story, let me slowly return to ......" Ziling pouted with a face full of grievances.

In the Sword Intent Lingshuang Palace, Zi Ling told Condensation Frost and his master about his experience in the past few years, and they were stunned when they heard it.

"Is there really such a miracle?" Condensation Frost couldn't help but ask.

Zi Ling took out the moonlight treasure box he was carrying and brought it to the condensation frost.

"Uncle Shi, this is the box."

Condensation Frost held the moonlight treasure box in his hand, and he didn't see anything special when he looked left and right.

But since Ling'er said that this box has magical powers, it must be true, right? Although Ling'er is not very obedient, he is very honest.

Since she couldn't see anything strange, Condensation Frost handed the moonlight treasure box to Zi Ling again, and told her not to use it at will.

After all, I don't know the doorway of this box now, and it won't be fun to teleport to some desert island, ancient tomb, volcanic crater or something like that.

Zi Ling nodded in agreement, and then hugged Murong Xingyun's arm and said coquettishly: "Master, in the past few years of wandering outside, Ling'er has suffered a lot, you see that I have lost weight." ”

Murong Xingyun pinched Ziling's little face and said, "There is indeed a lot of meat missing." It doesn't matter, Master asked Wuweiju to make you delicious food every day, and it will be replenished soon. ”()()