Lan Ling'er's gaze no longer had any contact with Saint Lingxiao. staring coldly at the people who mingled. Lan Ling'er's pupils shrank. Suddenly raised the spiritual power to the highest point. These people are not the living dead. There is no way to control them with holy relics. There's only one way to end this scuffle.

Lan Ling'er's figure flickered. But it has disappeared in the place where it was. In the blink of an eye, there was a chaotic scene.

A blue silver light passed through the crowd. The two sides that were originally inseparable from each other stopped their movements.

Lan Ling'er also stood straight by Saint Lingxiao's side after that. The corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile.

And when Saint Ling Xiao saw the situation clearly. His face twitched slightly. Ling'er is still so naughty.

And the people of Saint Lingxiao and Murong Qingyi were also a little dumbfounded. What's going on? What the hell......

The men in black threw down their weapons in their hands. Hurriedly tugging at his pants.

That's right. Lan Ling'er had just torn all of their pants. Now everyone is holding their pants in their hands. There's no way to keep fighting.

"Qin is in charge. You're really poisonous." Murong Qingyi on the side couldn't help but smile. Said while laughing.

"What can I do. So many people have to solve them one by one. How much time will it take me? I'm waiting outside the city to help you." Lan Ling'er said disapprerovingly.

"Sister Ling'er. You're so smart." Feng Ziling did not forget to say with admiration.

"It's a little funny." On Lan Ling'er. You can never find a feeling of depression. Even in the face of thousands of troops. Her gloom was fleeting. She's always so optimistic.

"You." Saint Lingxiao said as he spoke. He reached out and wanted to pull her into his arms. But Lan Ling'er quickly dodged away.

"Now is not the time to kiss me. If you want to kiss and hug, you can only settle the matter, and then we will go back to the room and close the door. I don't want so many people to watch the show in vain." Lan Ling'er squinted at him.

"You." Saint Ling Xiao was speechless for a moment. It's been so many years. He finally waited for her. She wouldn't even let him hug it. Is.

"Quickly solve these people in front of me. I'm going to the city gate to support Situ Mujin. I'll leave it to you."

"No......" and Saint Lingxiao just said a no. was decisively interrupted by Lan Ling'er.

"You don't have the right to say no."

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Saint Lingxiao present. Including Murong Qingyi and Feng Ziling were all a little stunned. Is this the temper of people who have been with Han Xiluo for a long time? Mad. Proud. Supercilious. Even the current emperor doesn't pay attention to it. There is no concept of male superiority and inferiority.

"Then you ......"

"I'll come back to you when I'm done dealing with it." Lan Ling'er knew what he was going to say.

"Then you're going to make me wait that long."

"I don't know if it's going to be that long. All I know is if you don't do it again. We're going to be out of luck with those people's pants back on."

Lan Ling'er finished speaking. didn't wait for Saint Lingxiao's next reaction. Turning to Feng Ziling, he said, "Take care of them." After speaking. It's gone into the night sky.

Although Saint Lingxiao thought in his heart that he wanted to follow. But there are more urgent things waiting for him to do. Hold back. Saint Lingxiao coldly ordered: "There is no forgiveness for killing."

The soldiers who were waiting on the side to prepare for the attack after hearing the sentence that there is no forgiveness. Shout. and killed the group of men in black who were still hurriedly wearing their pants.

The man in black saw this. All faces are panicked. Panicked and went to the ground to get his weapon. But because the waist pocket of his pants was cut off by Lan Ling'er. You have to lift your pants again. So the combat effectiveness is greatly weakened. Plus they're not the living dead. Except that there is no pain. You can still be killed. So the soldiers rushed to their side with all their might. Suddenly there was another scuffle. Only this time. Those who are not saints are retreating. Instead, the group of people in black were slowly forced out of the Purple Cloud Palace.

The corners of Saint Lingxiao's mouth hooked up a sneer.

The other side.

Because Dark suffered a lot of internal injuries during the previous fight with Lan Ling'er. So fighting with Feng Mohan has always been out of disadvantage.

"I've been injured and I've been fighting with my master for so long. If it is not the enemy of the Lord. The Lord really wants to take it for his own use." There was indeed a trace of regret in Feng Mohan's tone.

"Hmph. I'm going to die. and will never betray their master." Secretly spit out a mouthful of blood. He replied coldly.

"There is a backbone. Then the Lord will make your death more painful." The corners of Feng Mohan's mouth moved slightly. The internal force is then raised to the highest point. Unleashed the Feng family's unique frozen thousands of miles. In an instant, the temperature around drops dramatically.

His eyes sank. I didn't have a good night's sleep. It's a pity that he has no chance to dodge. Because his feet have been frozen in ice. And it quickly spreads to the whole body.

"Frozen for a thousand miles." The Feng family has a unique trick. No one in the world can break it. In addition to Nangong Liye's incinerating illusion.

"Huh. The Lord's Frozen Thousand Miles is not something that anyone can enjoy. You should feel honored." Looking at the darkness with only half of his body left. Feng Mo smiled coldly.

"Defeated today at the hands of the city lord of Qingcheng. I admit it too. But don't think that today's business is over. Know that this is just the beginning. Just wait. Hahaha...... "Dark laughter continues to echo in the night.

Feng Mo's cold eyes sank. The voice became cold and gloomy." Say. Who are your masters?"

"Huh. Hahaha." There was no answer. Just kept laughing. Knowing that the ice sealed his whole body. also choked his laughter.

Feng Mo looked coldly at the frozen darkness. Then he turned and flew out of the city gate.

When Lan Ling'er felt outside the city gate. In between, Situ Mujin has already mingled with the living dead.

"It seems that this Situ Mujin's martial arts should not be underestimated. Dealt with those two chieftains so quickly." Lan Ling'er muttered in her heart.

When Situ Mujin saw the figure on the city gate. Shake with internal force. Shake the living dead around you slightly. Flew to the city gate.

"What's next." Situ Mujin naturally knew that only Lan Ling'er would be able to make the living dead stop attacking next.

Lan Ling'er didn't answer. Just spread your hands flat. Slowly raise it to your chest. The Heavenly Spirit Purple Cloud Ball slowly appeared in the palm of his hand.

Situ Mujin watched all this quietly. No wonder Feng Mohan said that he couldn't comment. Here's how it worked.

The Heavenly Spirit Purple Cloud Ball slowly emitted a silver light. The corners of Lan Linger's mouth hooked up into a light smile. Then he cut his wrist. Drip your own blood onto the Celestial Spirit Purple Cloud Ball.

Same as before. When the blood of the goddess dripped onto the Celestial Spirit Purple Cloud Ball. It was quickly absorbed by the Heavenly Spirit Purple Cloud Ball. Immediately the silver glow turned a dazzling red. The Celestial Spirit Purple Cloud Ball began to rotate from slow and fast to rapid.

Look at the living dead who were attacking like crazy. Their movements began to slow down.

Xiao Gang, who was already seriously injured, was a little surprised by this change. Unconsciously raise your head. When he saw a head full of silver hair. Lan Ling's childhood with a beautiful face. Immediately froze. It seems that I can't breathe anymore.

She. It's the Blue Maiden.

I don't know when. Feng Mohan had already fallen beside Situ Mujin.

Situ Mujin turned his face sideways. Nodding at him slightly. Feng Mohan's enchanting purple eyes looked at him with a smile.

The speed of the Heavenly Spirit Purple Cloud Ball also began to slow down. Lan Ling'er looked down. The living dead had begun to slowly stand still.

"It's amazing." Situ Mujin couldn't help but sigh.

"When I first saw it. It's just like you." Feng Mo smiled lightly.

"No wonder the city lord said he had nothing to say." Situ Mujin nodded knowingly.

"Such an amazing thing. And a few more people will believe it."

"But Loel is a magical person in his own right. And so is Ling'er. Isn't it?" Situ Mujin smiled faintly.

"Yes. She's special. They're all special."

"Ling'er is mine. Don't think about me." Suddenly. A voice with a hint of discontent sounded coldly behind them.

You don't have to guess to know that vinegar. Who is the possessive person?

Feng Mohan after hearing Saint Lingxiao's words. I unconsciously felt a little surprised. I've always heard that the harem of the Emperor of All Saints is empty. I thought it was a habit of broken sleeves. It turned out to be waiting for her.

"Alright. Call it a day." When the Heavenly Spirit Purple Cloud Ball had stopped rotating. Lan Ling'er nodded with satisfaction. Then put away the relics carefully.

Turn your head and look. It turns out that everyone is here.

"It's pretty fast, isn't it?" Lan Ling'er regained her former temperament.

"Ling'er." Saint Lingxiao stepped forward with some excitement. He hugged her tightly in his arms.

This moment. He has been looking forward to it for years.

Feng Mohan and Situ Mujin glanced at each other. Then he quietly stepped away. Leave this moment to them after a long absence.

"Ling." Lan Ling'er hugged him tightly. Although there have been countless fantasies about the scene of the two meeting. But there is no real and touching of this moment.

"Ling'er." Saint Lingxiao hugged her tightly in his arms. Words. But it's not worth the hug at this moment. If you can. He wished that time had stopped forever in this moment. Hold her like this forever.

"Don't leave again. Okay." Saint Lingxiao's somewhat confused voice sounded in her ears.

Lan Ling'er leaned on his bosom and paused. but could not answer him. Because she still has things to do. There's no way she's going to stay with him in the Land of All Saints. And regardless of Han Xiluo.

Saint Ling Xiao also felt her strangeness. Hugged her tighter. The tightness made Lan Ling'er feel suffocated.

"Do you still want to go? Can't you stay with me?" There seemed to be panic in Saint Lingxiao's voice.

"Ling. I can't let Loel face it all alone. I am a goddess. I also have my responsibilities." Lan Ling'er's faint voice echoed in the night sky.

Luoer. Goddess.

Saint Ling Xiao distanced her from himself slightly. Look at her face. "Luo'er. Do you mean Han Xiluo?"

Lan Ling'er smiled and nodded. Because she knows. Ling really cares about Luo'er. Not the kind that cares. It's the kind of love between confidants.