A few days later, Qing Cang looked at the mountain gate of Kunlun Ruins, with a smile on the corner of his lips, and walked into the mountain gate with a beautiful vision for the future.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the smile on the corner of his lips, looking at the Kunlun Ruin disciple in front of him who was fighting with a sword opposite him, Qing Cang took a deep breath and tried to suppress the true qi surging in his second vein, otherwise he didn't dare to guarantee that he would not blow the head of the person in front of him with one punch.

But this Kunlun Ruin disciple didn't notice Qing Cang's efforts to suppress the disordered breathing, and said to himself: "I don't know what advice Yijun came here today? Although Senior Brother often says that the person who comes is a guest, but now that the war is imminent, I'm afraid that Yijun is not a good person." ”

Looking at this stupid Kunlun Ruin disciple, Qing Cang couldn't help but think in his heart: How could Mo Yuan accept such a disciple, he really ruined the reputation of Kunlun Ruin, if he didn't think that this person was Ling Yu's senior brother, otherwise this person should be drinking tea with the person whose soul has returned to chaos at this moment.

"Get out of the way. Qing Cang said coldly.

The disciple shuddered, pretending to be righteous and awe-inspiring: "Although the little immortal is not as strong as the mana of Yijun, in this critical moment of the world, the little immortal will never be greedy for life and afraid of death, and be a turtle with a shrunken head." There was a tremor in his voice.

Qing Cangzheng was about to raise his hand and wanted to throw this annoying Kunlun Ruin disciple to any place in the world, and it was best not to let him see this person in his life.

Qing Cang's right hand gathered strength and was about to make a move, when a voice saved this Kunlun Ruin disciple who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Yijun is polite, the master ordered Xiaoxian to wait for Yijun here, if the Kunlun Ruin disciples have any offense, please forgive Yijun. ”

Diefeng still knows a thing or two about Ling Yu and Qing Cang, it may be ridiculous in the eyes of the world, but for him who can be said to have watched Ling Yu grow up, Ling Yu is the most important thing, I still remember that when the master came back with Ling Yu, Ling Yu was scarred, and when he woke up, he was heartbroken when he learned that his parents and clansmen were no longer there, even if the care given to him by the master and brothers for tens of thousands of years did not make him smile more, until the man in front of him appeared, maybe this man would become the mortal enemy of Kunlun Ruins in the future, but for the time being, it can make Ling Yu happy day by day。

Qing Cang nodded and put down his hand, "Since your master asked you to wait for me here, you must know where to take me." ”

"Yes, please come with Xiaoxian. ”

Qing Cang didn't even look at the trembling Kunlun Ruin disciples on the side, following behind Diefeng, he couldn't wait to see the person in his heart.

Winged dungeon

Lijing looked at the grievances in the cell next to him, and said with a smile: "Haha, I didn't expect that the eldest brother, who has always been arrogant and domineering, would also be imprisoned by my father, it seems that you overestimate your weight in your father's heart." ”

He squinted his eyes and said: "Father just can't figure it out for a while, when he figures it out, he will definitely let this prince out, and then the 200,000 army of the Wing Clan will definitely set foot on the Heavenly Clan." ”

"Hahahaha......"

"What are you laughing at?" looked at Lijing and laughed, a little annoyed and a little weak.

"I'm laughing at you for talking about dreams, it's ridiculous, haha......" Lijing smiled and walked to the other side of the cell and sat down, making it clear that he didn't want to pay attention to the resentment.

Sitting in the corner, looking in a direction with a confused look, he felt a little bitter in his heart, he knew very well that he was just a chess piece for Qing Cang, useless and a pity to abandon it, but he had some deep affection for Qing Cang, and admired him deeply, how he longed to help Qing Cang achieve his hegemony one day, but now he had no fighting spirit for a celestial man.

"Does the eldest prince want to give up like this?" a long voice came from the next cell.

Liren looked at the owner of the voice, his eyes revealed a hint of danger, and thought: Father, I won't let you fall into the mud from now on.