Lingmu was very entangled, since she received the news of the Soul Clan's divorce, her whole person was about to explode.

She absolutely believed that this was not what Brother Ning meant, but under the pressure of the clan, it was self-evident what choice Brother Ning would make.

As a representative of the Spirit Clan, she was selected to be sent to the Source Breath Cave to cultivate, and it was also there that she got acquainted with the Soul Breath Condensation, who was also Tianjiao.

The Cave of the Source Breath is a secret realm of cultivation, which can only be entered by cultivators under the age of thirty years, and the five elements in it are extremely rich, and there is a natural soul-nourishing formation, for the younger generation of cultivators, the benefits of cultivation in it are infinite.

Lingmu had spent twelve years there, and had quietly developed feelings for his soul. Soul Breath Condensation naturally has a good impression of Lingmu.

After parting from the Yuanxi Cave, the opportunities for the two to meet became very few. After experiencing the complexity and changes of the world of cultivating immortals, they all realized the beauty of the original Origin Cave, and cherished their feelings for each other even more.

In the limited number of contacts, Soul Breath Condensation repeatedly proposed to want the body of the Spirit, but was rejected by the stubborn Spirit, and she wanted to save the good time for the happiest moment.

Later, Lingmu would always hear the news of the marriage of the soul breath condensation, these women came from all races in the divine realm, and their qualifications were not below her, and she slowly recovered from the initial resentment, as long as she could marry Brother Ning, no matter what happened, she would admit it.

Soul Breath Condensation did not disappoint Lingmu, no matter how noble her status was, he maintained the tenderness of the past when treating her, which made Lingmu strengthen his determination again.

The marriage contract between the two took place a year before the Divine War, and she didn't know how much her father had paid for it, and she didn't know what Brother Ning had promised in front of the clan, but after all, her wish was fulfilled, but unfortunately there was an accident with the bowl spirit.

The postponement of the marriage contract was proposed by her father, and Lingmu naturally couldn't refuse, the soul clan didn't express her position, and Brother Ning didn't raise any objections, but Youlan's words made Lingmu feel deeply humiliated, and her heart was shaken for the first time.

This news completely cut off the hope between her and Brother Ning, unless Soul Breath Ning is desperate, abandons the current glory, and turns his back on the Soul Clan to find himself, but this is obviously impossible.

"Maybe that's what my father wants to see!" Lingmu sighed as he looked at the innocent bowl spirit in front of him.

Since then, Lingmu has begun to face up to the relationship between her and the bowl spirit like never before, and she wants to do her best to help the bowl spirit grow.

"Has the Divine Cult's martial arts bebegun?" Lingmu suddenly asked.

"Well, I guess so, whatever, it's none of my business anyway. "The bowl spirit doesn't care.

"How's this going to work? It doesn't matter if it's a big deal, it's a good opportunity to see it, let's go and see it." Lingmu said, pulling up the bowl and leaving.

Feeling the smoothness and tenderness coming from his arms, the bowl spirit floated under his feet, and he felt that the whole person was dizzy.

When the two of them returned to Summer Time City, it was already overcrowded. This meeting did not have any hidden meaning, it was fully public, which was rare for the Cangyue Divine Sect, and many cultivators even believed that this sect that had not been born for a long time was afraid that it would have to make a big move, and the law of time would once again wash and stain the entire divine realm.

The rules of this martial arts meeting are different from the past, nineteen cultivators are free to challenge, but they only have one chance to challenge, and those who fail to challenge will also lose the qualification to be challenged at the same time. It seems that this martial arts is only to determine the final first place, and there is no need for even the second place, and many people feel that the nature of this kind of martial arts has changed a little, as if they are competing for a certain place.

At this moment, the martial arts are nearing the end, and there are only the last three cultivators left on the stage who are taking turns to challenge, all of whom are from the Phantom Clan. Summer has been eliminated early, but she has nothing to lose because she has already gotten what she wants.

The bowl spirit came to Mo Ma with a spiritual eye, like a child who had made a mistake.

Mo Ma didn't mean to blame him, she just said that it was good to come back, and told the bowl spirit that he also had a chance to challenge on stage.

Wan Ling was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the element screen behind the ring, and his name was in it, obviously someone had already registered for him.

The bowl spirit then looked at the three cultivators in the ring. These three cultivators are comparable to the cultivation of the bowl spirit, but their bone age is about 100 years.

At this moment, among the three of them, one is the current champion, and the other two still have the right to challenge, but neither of them took the lead in challenging it, because in this kind of triangular battle, whoever proposes first suffers.

The bowl spirit silently sensed the strength of the law on their bodies, and then withdrew his gaze.

At this time, Summer suddenly came from a distance, but she came not to look at the bowl spirit, but to find the purpose of the spirit.

"Sister Ling, why are you here?"

Lingmu rubbed his summer hair, looking very intimate: "I just arrived, have you tried it?"

"Well, it's still not good, my level of comprehension of the law is still much worse than that of the Phantom Race. Summer said, her eyes unconsciously skimming to the bowl spirit.

"Sister, so you know each other?" said the bowl spirit in surprise.

Lingmu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Yes, you are also ......"

"We know each other too!" said Bowl Spirit grinning as she walked over to Summer's side, "This is my sister." ”

"You... Who's your sister?"

"My cultivation is higher than yours, of course you are my sister!"

"Who prescribed it?"

"That's what everybody else says!"

"!"

"Don't be fooled, call my brother quickly!"

"I don't!"

"Sister, you come to give a review, should she call me brother?"

Lingmu was stunned by the conversation between the two, and only then came back to his senses.

"Well, I don't think there's a rule on that. ”

"No, then I shouldn't call you sister?"

"Well, I guess so. ”

"Then I should call you... What?" Wan Ling raised his eyebrows, deliberately elongated his tone, and smiled evilly on his face.

Lingmu knew him too well, his stomach was full of thoughts, and his mouth hadn't closed the door yet. Lingmu didn't dare to guarantee that this guy would change his name to something like "Niangzi" next, she was a conservative woman after all, so she hurriedly stopped it.

"You should call me master. ”

"Master, why?"

"I've taught you so many things, shouldn't you call your master?"

Of course, the bowl spirit will not give in, he wants to take down the spirit purpose, how can he be called a master?

Wan Ling looked at the two women in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and suddenly came to his senses.

"Ahh Woman, you're coaxing me, you're so bad!"

The second daughter knew that the bowl spirit said this on purpose, and she was angry for a while, and she wanted to step forward to teach the bowl spirit a lesson and let him suffer some flesh and skin.

At this time, the impatient voices of the cultivators suddenly came from the ears of the three of them, because the three people on the stage had been in a stalemate for a long time.

Summer took a deep breath and said to the bowl spirit: "If you get on this ring and win the first place, I will call you brother." ”

The bowl spirit's eyes lit up, and then he looked at the spirit eye.

Lingmu hopes that the bowl spirit will be exercised, and this actual combat is of course the best way, so he naturally agrees with it.

"If you get first, I'll let you call me sister. ”

"It's not fair, I would have called you sister. ”

Lingmu hesitated for a while, this question stumped her, but at this time, she received a transmission from the bowl spirit.

"If I am first, you marry me. ”

"Don't think about it. ”

"Then let me kiss it. ”

"Dreaming. ”

"Let me hug. ”

"You'd better go home and pick up the baby. ”

"It's always okay to pull a little hand, right?"

"It's... You try it first. ”

The bowl spirit felt the sea of souls surging, and his heart jumped wildly, and the blood of the entire divine body was almost burning, and he had rushed to the ring in an instant.

"You three go up together!"

The audience was silent.