"Okay." Ling Xuan walked over very calmly, and the Ziyang Emperor gave him a familiar and even cordial feeling, which had never been done before.

"Actually, Ling Xuan, Mu Xichen doesn't have any position in the Heavenly Realm at all, but his cultivation has already reached the Mahayana stage, and he is only one step away from ascending, and his cultivation is also above this monarch. In the Heavenly Realm, his status is very noble. This time the matter of Ling Yizong was also brought up by himself, and he did not make any mistakes. ”

How can it be. This was the only thought in Ling Xuan's heart at this time.

If you don't make a mistake, why do you become a great spiritual envoy in the small Lingyi Sect in the world? Since he has a noble position in the Heavenly Realm, why would he ......

"I came to you because I have something to do." Emperor Ziyang also smiled peacefully at this time, with a serious look, and there was even a feeling in his eyes, like pain and regret.

"Are you going to continue to be decadent?" Emperor Ziyang looked at Ling Xuan coldly, and his fists were clenched tightly.

For the Ziyang Emperor, this may just be a casual sentence to pass the time. But the startled Ling Xuan stood up from the chair in an instant, and his heart was also mixed, and he didn't deny it.

"It's not like it at all, what the hell is going on?" The coldness in Emperor Ziyang's eyes disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness.

The people who used to be with the Lord are now willing to fall, and they will definitely bear thousands of bitter fruits in the future, and this is the result you want, and you have never thought about the Lord's feelings.

The Purple Sun Emperor was lying on the chaise longue, looking at the aura in the sky that was enough to be seen with the naked eye.

Ling Xuan was also very confused at this time, and the memory fragments that appeared in his mind gave him a headache, and he wanted to see the face of the woman in his dream clearly, but he always returned in vain.

Emperor Ziyang felt that something was wrong, and suddenly did it, looking at Ling Xuan with scrutinizing eyes.

Not good! Emperor Ziyang secretly screamed in his heart, he suddenly understood a little, looking at Ling Xuan's state, he knew what happened in the past.

No way! Now is not the time for him to remember everything! Otherwise, all the Lord's efforts will be ruined.

Damn the Spirit!

The Ziyang Emperor could only scold fiercely in his heart at this time, but he couldn't do anything about him. Is it possible to seal it again?

Emperor Ziyang took a deep breath, and the panic in his eyes disappeared for the most part, at this time, he poked out with one finger, and his slender and white fingers were wrapped in a rich aura, and gently touched Ling Xuan's forehead.

For a while, the light was in full bloom, and soon, it dissipated, and the aura gathered in Ling Xuan's forehead, forming several complex runes, which were very beautiful. Like a small sun, it shines brightly.

"Whew, it's good to stabilize for the time being." At this time, the Ziyang Emperor seemed to have fought for three days and three nights, and fine beads of sweat also appeared on his forehead, and in just a few minutes, he consumed unimaginable spiritual power.

"Next, it's up to you to make it, when will you come back? How many years will it take for this life to end? Emperor Ziyang looked at Ling Xuan, who was lying on the ground unconscious, squatted down, and gently poked Ling Xuan's handsome face with his fingers.

"No matter what time it is, it's so good-looking, it deserves to be ......" Before Emperor Ziyang could finish speaking, a discordant voice interrupted him.

"The main hall has returned, give him back to me." Lingkong Muyi was at the rockery, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said lightly.

The mood in Emperor Ziyang's eyes changed, and he almost ran away on the spot. But it still stabilized, and I have to say how good the cultivation of the Ziyang Emperor is that he can endure Lingkong Mu's tone of external sarcasm and internal sarcasm.

"Remember, he's not cargo." Emperor Ziyang had no choice but to persuade him, but it attracted a disdainful smile from Lingkong Mu.

"Now that he is my disciple, can you take care of it? Now that the things are in hand, it's time for the main hall to leave. With that, he took Ling Xuan and returned to the room belonging to Ling Kong Mu in Zhaohua Palace.

"Well, I wish he would listen to my words of comfort." The Purple Sun Emperor shook his head helplessly, and after walking a few steps, he disappeared without a trace.