His name was Nuan Yang, which was the name his mother had chosen.

There is no surname.

Because I didn't see my father before I was ten years old.

Now he is called Temporal Calling.

Xuanjue Gate died of death, wounded and wounded, and overnight, blood flowed like a river.

The demon clan attacked in a big way, and the Xuanjue Sect was powerless to resist, and the originally magnificent and majestic sect was shrouded in a greasy and disgusting smell of blood.

Lin Zhao leaned lazily on his side, sitting on the main seat of the Xuanjue Sect Hall, with a huge bronze bell hanging behind him.

The head of the sect was bound by demonic energy, and he looked at Lin Zhao with bared teeth and cracked eyes, and the cultivation in the dantian was constantly surging, but his body couldn't break free.

Around the main hall, outside, there was the shrill laughter of demons and the friction of chewing.

Half of the head was soaked in blood, "You are the wild seed back then?!" ”

Questioning sentences, exclamation sentences, and declarative sentences.

Several peak masters were all full of murderous intent.

Lin Zhao was still not in a painy and lazy posture, and as soon as the demonic qi was pressed, the boss's knees slammed on the ground, and the marble floor was instantly notched.

He turned his head, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, as if he was looking at them condescendingly, all of which were high up and disregarding life, and the casualness of disappearing in the snap of his fingers.

He hooked his lips, the blood in his eyes was heavier, and the long silver hair behind him flew in the fishy wind.

He raised his hand slightly, and the snow-white wide sleeves revealed his white and slender fingers, and with a slight swing, the head who was kneeling on the ground quickly approached him.

The height was just right, and he stretched out his hand and looked at the dantian that seemed to be put into the gentle water and stretched into the head of the house.

The head of the house struggled violently, his eyes widened and almost popped out, and his mouth was wide open but he couldn't make any sound.

Lin Zhao retracted his fingers, and the sound of shattering was small, but it was better than any sound in the noisy hall.

In just a few breaths, he slowly withdrew his hand, the blood and sticky matter attached to his skin quickly fell off, and the entire palm of his hand was as clean as before when it left the master's body.

And the master, his body was already limp on the ground, his dantian life was crushed, he quickly grew old, his skin was crawling with wrinkles, and he was covered with skin and bones almost instantly, like an unearthed, thousand-year-old corpse that had not rotted.

Lin Zhao stood up, the horror of the entire hall was pressed in his throat by the rich demonic qi, and he turned his head to scan the expressions of everyone in the hall who were terrified to the soul.

Tasteless.

Caress the corners of your clothes.

A man with long white and silver hair flying and bright red eyes with a light and clear expression paced through the Shura field and stood quietly at the door of the main hall.

The wind spirit attracted by the demonic qi made him volley smoothly and leave at an unhurried speed.

The words hung in the air and pressed, with boring impatience and indifference, "Ten days later, close the door quietly." ”

The Xuanjue Sect was one of the seven major sects in the Daizhou Continent, and its strength was not up to it, and it was destroyed overnight, and the entire continent was shocked.

The six major sects quickly gathered, and even some of the small sects that they looked down on on weekdays were summoned as exceptions, and there were scattered cultivators.

Prepare to attack the rampant demons.

Ten days later, there were masters of various sects sitting in the Jinghe Gate.

Didn't dodge.

Jinghemen suffered countless casualties, and the reason why he didn't kill the door was because he ran a lot before.

The holy place in the hearts of immortal cultivators in the past has now become a stronghold of the demon race.

It's only been ten days, the Xuanjue Gate has been dilapidated, the majestic palace is full of bloodstains that have turned black after drying, and there are unknown poisonous insects lying on their stomachs, and human bones and limbs can be seen everywhere.

The subordinates came to report, and the remaining five major sects sent the holy women of each sect, hoping to make peace with the call.

The world of cultivating immortals is accustomed to being ruthless, killing if you can fight, killing people to grab treasures, killing people to take luck, just like ordinary people eating and drinking.

If you can't beat it, you can cheat, and if you can sell it, you can sell it.

Cultivating immortals, competing with the sky, and going against the sky, from the beginning, it was intolerable from heaven.

Qingruo and the other four saints entered the door when Lin Zhao was sitting on the main seat, the treasure of the main gate of the Xuanjue Gate is called the Demon Bell, which is said to have spiritual consciousness and can suppress the demons.

Now, under the seat of the Provisional Call.

Lin Zhao pinched a snow-white fox in his hand, the fox's eyes were full of horror, and his dark and round eyes were almost full of tears, and he was loosely pinched by Lin Zhao's neck but did not dare to struggle.

Lin Zhao turned his head and saw a group of five beauties, each of whom wore a one-color Liuxian skirt, and the details of the skirt were different, and they were dressed beautifully and in style.

It took a lot of effort to think about the major sects.

Lin Zhao threw the fox casually, fell to the ground and rolled a few times, and the fox who hit the pillar did not dare to run, and sat up and leaned against the pillar in a daze, trembling all over his body, and his white fur was shaking.

The four beauties were also trembling, with irrepressible fear and disdain for the demons in their eyes, but at this time, they had to put on a soft smile, only hoping that their sect would avoid this evil star.

Qingruo was looking at the clock under his chair in a daze.

She wore a grass-green Liuxian skirt, not like the two around her, one with an open waist and one with her legs, the style of the skirt was really conservative, and it was so tightly covered that she couldn't even see her hands.

Only the slender white neck is exposed, bringing out a little clavicle angle.

The silver swaying on the specially pulled hair is very delicate, and a small handful of hair is bent at the collarbone, and it stops at the shoulder in two twists, as if it is reluctant to leave.

Lin Zhao glanced at it slightly, not interested. It's just a subordinate's own assertion, ready to ask someone to return it to the sect.

He sat high, Qingruo raised his head slightly, and there was a dilapidated Xuanjue Gate hall in the middle, and her voice was soft and had a small echo.

"Linzhao, how did you put your chair up?"

In an instant, all the creatures in the hall, except for the two of them, held their breath.

Summon's gaze fell on her face.

She was curious, pure curiosity.

So ask.

Lin Zhao raised his hand and beckoned to her gently, "Come and see for yourself." ”

The tone is light and calm.

Qingruo sighed softly, stretched out his hands covered by the sleeves, his fingertips were like shallots, pulled the hem of the skirt, and really walked towards him step by step.

She was walking towards him, with her back to the four holy women who had come together, so she couldn't see the wonderful expressions on their faces now.

The summoned hand held his chin in place. The hall was broken, there were many cracks in the ground, and the sound of her footsteps was light and heavy, and Lin Zhao listened to this sound and slowly approached, and suddenly felt that it was beginning to be interesting.

The top of the bell was pointed, and he didn't use his demonic energy, but the chair landed firmly on it.

Qingruo arrived next to the big clock, put down her skirt, put her palm on the heavy bell, tilted her head and looked up, and suddenly smiled, "Oh~ It turns out that the chair didn't fall on it." ”

Lin Zhao used his demonic energy to fix the chair in mid-air.

Lin Zhao bowed her head, her hand, which was really good-looking, was placed on an old clock, and the color was contrasting.

He turned his head to look at the white-haired fox cowering at the corner of the pillar.

The fox flew into the air, and his expression was obedient like a steamed bun.

It didn't fall into the hands of Lin Zhao, and the landing place was Qingruo's arms, and the fox let out a long sigh of relief, but he couldn't come out.

Qingruo blinked, very strange, a little surprised.

The clean and clear eyes are no longer as pure curiosity as before, and this time there is a little accident. He glanced down at the well-behaved little fox in his arms, one hand fell on its soft long hair, the corners of his mouth showed a small arc, and his eyes added a little love.

Undisguised love xù.

Lin Zhao's suddenly sprang fangs pierced his mouth, and his inky black eyes instantly turned bright red with blood.

"Keep it." He spoke, looking at the top of Qingruo's round hair that was slightly bowed and exposed.

"Good!" No hesitation, just straightforward.

The voice is sweet, the sweet and fruity sense of the little girl.

The five saints were left behind.

The main peak of the Xuanjue Gate was destroyed the most severely. The other peaks aren't much better.

The four saints were assigned to a peak. They each chose the cave mansion, and immediately sacrificed various magic weapons to make defensive arrangements, and they didn't care about being wet with cold sweat all over their bodies, followed by cleaning up the broken corpses and bloodstains.

said that she was a saint, but in fact, being pushed out by the sect like this is undoubtedly a death, and no one's status in the sect is too high, of course, it is not too low. It is also necessary to have a face and a perfect figure.

People at this level are in the immortal cultivation realm, and they are actually already familiar with life and death, and they are very fast to clean up the cave.

There are only exceptions. took her to another peak, and returned to the main peak hall without staying for a minute.

Holding the little fox in front of Linzhao, he gently pursed his lips and looked a little evasive, and his voice was soft and glutinous, as if he was a little embarrassed, "Linzhao." I, can I live here? ”

Lin Zhao has already gotten off the chair, and now there are all kinds of Qiankun bags piled up on the ground in front of him, the owner is dead, he can erase the imprisonment at will, and he is bored one by one to see what is inside, and the fancy is directly dragged out and thrown into his Qiankun bag.

Lin Zhao glanced at her, the fox in her arms, because she had been lying on her arm with a loveless look.

"Oh?" The tone is shallow.

Drag out a thing from the Qiankun bag in your hand and throw it into your Qiankun bag, and throw it into the pile that you don't want.

The small bags have been piled up in the shape of a half-human-high mountain.

Qingruo didn't speak, and his eyes fell on the hill bag with the parabola.

Lin Zhao chuckled, "Want to?" ”

Without waiting for her to answer, with a gesture of her hand, Xiaoshan panned to Qingruo's feet.

The fox in her arms, pretending to be dead, sat up straight in an instant.

The things in this are not eye-catching, but it doesn't mean that everyone is as wealthy and visionary as him.

The fox sat up suddenly, Qingruo glanced down at it, raised his hand and touched the hair on its head to show comfort, his eyes did not fall on Lin Zhao, and shook his head, "Don't." The next sentence was as thin as a mosquito's call, and his cheeks were stained with a light and delicate powder, "I, I'm afraid of death." ”

Hearing is too good.

There was a pause in the smooth movement of his hand. Indeed, every peak of the entire Xuanjue Gate was littered with dead and mutilated limbs. Although there is chaos here, because he is here, his subordinates have already cleaned it up.

"Why are you here?" Lin Zhao continued the movement of his hand and asked her.

The Qiankun bag in his hand passed quickly, and he didn't pay attention to what was inside.

Qingruo pursed her lips, "My father went to the secret realm for retreat, and the peak master and head of the sect asked me to come." ”

"Father?"

Her gaze was dyed with a warm color as bright as spring, stretching a soft and long affection, her voice was hot, like the scorching heat of the fire spirit seeping into the skin, "Father is the master of Yunze Peak, father is very powerful~"

Even if he has been in the Demon Realm for a long time and has only recently entered the sect power, he has heard of the Lord of Yunze Peak. Sword cultivation, strong and domineering, and also has a nickname, the first father in the world. I heard that the Dongfu Mountain Range of the daughter of the Lord of Yunze Peak was piled up with spirit stones.

This is the sect, not only do you want to put Yun Ze's daughter to death, but also want Yun Ze to die with him?

Lin Zhao took out a fox that was about to drool in her arms from the Qiankun bag full of demonic beast spirit fruits in her hand. Qiankun handed the bag to Qingruo and hooked his lips, "Well, your father is very powerful." ”

Half of the bag hangs in the air.

The little girl raised a bright smile, "Thank you~"

**

Thank you...... Is it?

Two words that have been lost for a long time,

The heat that has not been seen in a long time.

- [Black Box]