I was already furious at this time, and I took two steps forward and grabbed Ling Xinyue's chest.

Ling Xinyue dodged it, but I didn't give up.

"Are you crazy?" Ling Xinyue said in a low voice, her eyes already filled with annoyance.

"You're so crazy, since you want to recognize your husband so much, then Lao Tzu will fulfill you." I sneered, and my body turned into a shadow and pounced on Ling Xinyue again.

At this moment, Ling Xinyue flew up, and a forbidden magic sword in his hand flew out, and a radius of hundreds of meters was isolated.

Ling Xinyue no longer forcibly endured, and her speed was not inferior to mine.

My body and spells are strange and inexplicable, but Ling Xinyue's is very light and elegant.

We exchanged dozens of moves in an instant, and the mana storm swept around, the big trees were shattered, and the ground was plowed a few centimeters deep.

"Boom"

Ling Xinyue and I staggered by, and I was a little shocked in my heart, Ling Xinyue should be a sixth-level onmyoji like me, but the depth of accumulation was beyond my imagination.

I thought that in the realm of a sixth-level onmyoji, there should be no one who could compare with me, but I didn't expect to meet one now.

Ling Xinyue was also surprised, she was born in the Taishang Spiritual Smoke Concept, and at the age of eighteen, she had reached the realm of a sixth-level onmyoji, and had accumulated in this realm for five years, in fact, if she wanted to condense the Fa Phase, she would have been able to condense it a long time ago.

"Have you had enough of venting?" Ling Xinyue spoke.

"Of course...... No. "I swept up and pounced on Ling Xinyue like a goshawk, a magic seal in my hand blasting towards her.

As soon as Ling Xinyue raised her hand, her fingers clicked dozens of times, like ten thousand meteors streaking by.

But at this moment, I withdrew the attack, and my whole body was exposed to her attack.

Ling Xinyue was shocked, she naturally didn't mean to hurt me, so she hurriedly withdrew the attack.

My body slammed into her, and she reached out and put her hand on my chest.

But just then, her gaze collided with mine.

In an instant, both of our heads exploded.

In a white void, Ling Xinyue and I were entangled, and my spiritual power collided violently.

This is the result I want, a battle that drags her into the psychic plane.

When I raised my hand, the spirit talisman was formed, and the talisman that had been unable to be completed before was actually completed in one go, and it was suppressed towards Ling Xinyue's soul.

Ling Xinyue's soul flickered with soul light, and she struggled to support it.

She looked at my soul, exactly at the white jade crown that I wore on my soul.

She closed her eyes and sighed softly, as if resigned to her fate.

And at this moment, my soul returned to its place and found that my whole body was pressed against Ling Xinyue's body.

I raised my hand, and it was a binding circle that bound her.

Ling Xinyue also opened her eyes and looked at me quietly.

"I hate your expression." I gritted my teeth and said like a punch on cotton, unable to give me any thrill of victory.

I leaned over abruptly and kissed Ling Xinyue's small mouth with a big mouth.

Ling Xinyue's expression froze for a moment, and then she closed her eyes.

My lips tasted wet and salty, and when I looked up, I saw tears sliding down the corners of Ling Xinyue's eyes.

I cursed as if I had been poured a basin of cold water, rolled over from her, and sat down on the side.

That violent mood gradually subsided, I shook my head and smiled self-deprecatingly, took out a cigarette and lit it, and raised my hand to release the restraints on Ling Xinyue's body.

Ling Xinyue sat up, pulled up her robe, looked at my side face, and didn't speak.

"I don't care where the Taishang Lingyan Temple is, and I don't care what the old Tao has done to me, fate or something is even more ridiculous, my fate is up to me, and no one wants to control my fate." After I finished speaking, I threw the cigarette butt on the ground, got up and left.

As soon as Ling Xinyue raised her hand, the forbidden magic sword flew into her hand, and she watched my sports car roar away, and then entered the house.

Hot water sprayed out of the shower, and Ling Xinyue wiped her hair back.

She lowered her head and looked at the two snow-white bruised handprints, which were painful and numb.

She reached out and touched her lips again, which were a little red and swollen, and he sucked violently like an angry beast, eager to swallow her in his stomach.

"Uncle Shi, is this fate?" Ling Xinyue muttered.

……

That night, I wanted to explain to Ji Yun, but she blocked all my words with her mouth.

After dawn, the five of us quietly went to Xiliang.

Before leaving, I went to look for Old Man Li again, but I told him that he was still in retreat, and I didn't know if the old man was deliberately hiding from me.

Xiliang, a military base deep in the desert.

No one knew about our arrival except Nangong Haoran.

On that day, Nangong Haoran was in a secret room under the pass, holding a bottle of wine and solemnly saluting us one by one.

"Qin Feng, I wish you good luck, we tried to send a few groups of people in before, but the longest didn't exceed ten days, and the whole army was wiped out, those dark cultivators in the netherworld are not so easy to deceive." Nangong Haoran said.

"It's almost time, it's time for us to go in." I said, gulping down the bottle and slamming it aside.

Nightingale, Ghost, Gao Pingping, and Yu Hai did the same, and after drinking, they smashed the wine bottle.

Outside the pass, hundreds of scattered netherworld cultivators watched, all of them were newly gathered and came to familiarize themselves with the environment.

At this moment, a group of onmyoji rushed out of the pass and killed these cultivators.

As soon as the hands were crossed, there was chaos.

These meditation practices were originally here to test, where would they be desperate, and it didn't take long for them to start scattering in all directions.

No one knew that there were five more of these meditations.

My skin was blue at this time, and a few dark lines on my face made my face have a few more strange aura.

I was dressed in a suit made of the skin of the Underworld, with my upper body mostly exposed, and in my hand I held a bone knife disguised as a bloody knife.

Outwardly, I was dressed as a normal meditation with no loopholes.

Nightingale, they didn't walk with me, they all need to rely on their own identity to put down roots in the Spirit City.

I followed a group of cultivators in the direction of the Spirit City as I surveyed my surroundings.

At that moment, my pupils narrowed.

I saw a strange tree with the heads of the Onmyoji.

it!

I lowered my eyelids, suppressed the murderous intent in my heart, and kept saying to myself that I was meditating now, and I wanted to hide my former self completely.

At least when undercover, self-hypnosis is necessary.

"Hahaha, one day, I, Breton, will have to pierce human heads into ten trees alone." I raised my eyes and laughed arrogantly.

The cultivator next to me looked over, and a cultivator with a bone ring on his nose and ears walked up to me with a mace.

"With your small body, you dare to speak wildly, I, Noah, will come to learn and see if you have the strength to be arrogant." The cultivator gave me a disdainful look and directly picked up his mace and threw it at me.

I flashed with dexterity and kicked this meditation in the lower abdomen.

"Hahaha, it's so weak, I don't feel it at all." The cultivator laughed.

It's just that, at this moment, his face suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of cyan blood spurted out, clutching his stomach and spasming on the ground.

"Who else dares to question my Breton's strength?" I patted my chest arrogantly.

The meditations around me avoided my gaze, and in this fist-honored world, I managed to win their awe.

Lingcheng is not too far away, and this newly built city is all made of pitch-black rocks, which is very magnificent.

I saw overhead a Shadow Cultivator riding a Nether Flying Eagle, and a Shadow Cultivator riding a tall iron-armored Shadow Beast flying back and forth.

"Damn, it's so cool, when can I get a flying mount to play with?" I thought to myself.

When I entered the Spirit City, I saw all kinds of underworld servants and spiritual cultivators, some of them were six or seven meters tall, and they were all strangely shaped.

I checked the information I knew in my heart, Lingcheng was formed by the merger of dozens of small cities, and the city lord of Lingcheng was a Hades Venerable, which was probably equivalent to the realm of our grandmaster-level Onmyoji.

It's just that, fortunately, there are only a few hundred of the real Netherworld army in Spirit City.

Now, Lingcheng is recruiting the underworld army, and now it has recruited more than 5,000 people, of which more than 3,000 are underworld servants.

However, this is also the limit, most of the meditation cultivators are not willing to join the regular Nether army at all, they prefer to form teams at will, or even act alone.

Fortunately, otherwise, all the underworld cultivators would form a regular army, and the pass would be extremely difficult to hold, you must know that the most ordinary underworld also has the strength of a first- to third-level onmyoji.