The aura of the ink immortal suppressed the soul of the ink dragon.

Although Mo Tianlong didn't know who Mo Xian's reincarnated deity was, it must be terrifying to know her identity.

"You...... Which True Immortal are you reincarnated? Tianlong doesn't know the truth all these years, so I hope you don't care. Mo Tianlong bowed down and took the initiative to ask for sin.

Mo Xian frowned, although she hadn't recovered her memory yet, but the arrogance from her bones made her look down on Mo Tianlong at all.

"I haven't regained my memory yet, here, after all, you are still my father, and you don't have to be formal. Mo Xian said coldly.

"The old slave didn't dare to ......," Mo Tianlong replied respectfully.

Mo Xian replied coldly, "This is an order, everything will be said after my memory is restored, I don't understand, it stands to reason that I should recover my memory, why do I know nothing about my previous life?"

"Yes. Mo Tianlong didn't dare to be disobedient, and hurriedly replied, "Do you want me to inform Lord Tianxian and let the Supreme True Immortal find out the truth?"

Mo Xian was very vigilant in his bones, and said in a cold voice, "I don't need you to take care of it, I will find out." ”

Mo Tianlong didn't dare to say more, everything was up to Mo Xian himself.

Mo Xian waved her hand, signaling Mo Tianlong to leave, and she was now sitting on the main seat, her pink fists clenched, and the killing intent of Fufeng had already formed a substance.

Li Fufeng ...... I'm going to let you die without a place to bury!"

Mo Xian's eyes were vicious, destroying all the immortal qi on her body.

......

Dongshenzhou Xiliang Mansion, Luo's family.

The immortal power dissipated, Luo Linger woke up from the pool of blood, and a very unique mark appeared on his forehead, the shadow of the phoenix.

Yes......

Luo Linger snorted lightly, stroked her forehead, frowned between her eyebrows, and the shadow mark of the phoenix became clearer and clearer, as if the divine phoenix was about to be resurrected.

At this moment, Luo Ling'er was full of fairy light, and even her room was protected by Xiangang, and no one could enter.

Wow!!

A moment later, Xian Gang walked upside down and poured into Luo Ling'er's body.

Her slender body could hold so many immortals, and she couldn't imagine what terrifying power she could burst out once she broke out.

At this time, Luo Linger's temperament has also undergone earth-shaking changes, almost exactly the same as Mo Xian, but the temperament of her eyes is different.

Luo Ling'er has a pure, kind temperament, and her eyes are very bright, while Mo Xian is the opposite of her, her eyes are full of anger and slaughter.

Wow!!

Luo Linger had a lot of inexplicable memories in her mind, and she also felt the changes in herself, becoming stronger, looking down on everything, as if all the people were ants.

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Luo Ling'er moved her mind and directly broke through the roof, showing her wings behind her, slapping into the sky like a divine phoenix, and instantly rushed out hundreds of miles away, this speed far exceeded the Void God Realm!

Luo Ling'er stood proudly in the void, looking at her back in surprise, this is the Immortal Yuan Huayi, the feather is lifelike, just like the real wings on her body, blooming with colorful holy light.

The shadow of the phoenix on his forehead is like a real phoenix, dancing.

Luo Linger has transformed!

Become high, like a real immortal.

"Is this me?"

Luo Linger's small mouth opened wide, and her eyes flashed with fairy light.

Wow......

Whew————————

Luo Linger spread her wings, soared up to 90,000 miles, turned the stars, shattered the void, and went straight to Zhongshenzhou.

......

At this moment, Fufeng couldn't have imagined that Luo Ling'er would become like this, and Luo Xuansheng couldn't have imagined that he was still taking a few young people from the Luo family to participate in the battle for hegemony in the Heavenly Rankings, although in addition to Luo Kun in the Luo family, there was only one young man who could handle it, and that was Luo Song, who secretly joined the Holy Court.

Luo Song's strength is really good, after all, the Luo family has done their best to cultivate, and at this time, they have already fought ten games in a row, so they retreated to rest.

On other battlefields, Wei Wenzhen was almost a one-hit kill, invincible, killing several masters in a row, and he was extremely powerful.

In this battle, he is bound to enter the rematch.

After killing thirty times in a row, Wei Wenzhen was not even touched by the enemy, and the people who killed him were terrified.

Thirty corpses, without exception, not a single one alive.

It's so ruthless!

Many people frowned and looked at Wei Wenzhen, they didn't expect Wei Wenzhen to be so ruthless, whether the opponent was his pseudo-immortal lineage or demigod or human race, kill them all.

Almost no one saw Wei Wenzhen use the second move, and it was all a one-trick solution.

In the end, many Terrans had to abstain and dare not go to the battlefield again.

But the demigods, pseudo-immortals, pseudo-demons, Shura, Fengdu ghost cultivators, Buddhas, they were hysterical, frantically fighting Wei Wenzhen, hoping to take the opportunity to kill him.

But at the cost of hundreds of corpses, the only king of this battlefield was born!

Wei Wenzhen's feet were full of blood, but it was all the enemy's, and his magic blade was shining.

"Strengthen my Holy Court!"

Wei Wenzhen held the magic blade and said coldly.

The words that came out of Wei Wenzhen's mouth were particularly tragic and magnificent, and they definitely didn't look like the words that came out of Ye Wenzhen's mouth.

"Holy Court!"

On this battlefield, many young people shouted that they were conquered by Wei Wenzhen.

......

In another battlefield, Tang Jun came out with two swords, swept Qianjun, and fought dozens of battles in a row, his luck was very good, he didn't meet a real master, his shot was weird, his body was unpredictable, and he didn't even have a dragon bone whip, so he suppressed a large number of masters.

Recite......

The ninth battlefield, a leisurely song, the magic sound is mighty, and the color of the smell changes.

He Yong played the magic flute, and the opponent lost consciousness before he could draw his sword, and the magic sound was sometimes tragic, sometimes solemn, and hit the soul.

Most people can't bear the magic song, but a few people can still struggle.

The magic song came to an abrupt end, and the sword in the flute shattered the void, and a sword pierced the opponent's throat, and the tip of the sword passed through the flesh.

"Strengthen my Holy Court!"

He Yong's face was pale and cold, he pulled out his bloody sword and slowly retreated, raising his sword and roaring.

Holy Court, this battle has made their name!

The twentieth battlefield, the wall is the most bizarre, he can't die at all, no matter how many injuries he has, he will be repaired quickly, so he is the best at dying with the enemy, losing both, and as a result, more than a dozen pseudo-immortals, pseudo-demons and Buddhas were killed, but he didn't have any.

Every time it was crumbling, but every time it was carried over.

"I don't die, I don't die!"

Goodo......

Everyone looked at the buttress, and felt like seeing a ghost, which was incredible.

He Yuanjun, Night Night, Night Supper, Zhong Bo, and Liao Wei all showed their might, fighting desperately, just to strengthen the reputation of the Holy Court.

The thousandth battlefield.

Boom——————————

A domineering coercion soared into the sky, and Liu swept with a stick with the wind, and even cut off a Void Realm mid-level cultivator, and even the opponent's sword was cut off.

The world is a god, and the blood is ancient.

The god of war of the same level, that's it.

The blood of the ancient tyrant is worthy of the existence of the strongest human king, and in the ancient years, there is no one more powerful than the blood of the ancient tyrant.

Liu Suifeng stood proudly holding the battle stick, and his immature face revealed infinite battle intent, as if the overlord of the blood king had traveled through time and space and descended into the dark ages.

"Raise my Holy Court!"

Rumble!!

The willow roared with the wind, shocking people's souls.

At this time, even the Dao Palace Realm felt numb, and looked at Liu Suifeng in shock.