Little Lord?

When did she have this identity?

Chen Luoli was puzzled, but Ning Xiao'e in her sight had already turned around, looking at herself with trembling eyes.

The Fire Ghost King was vigilant, but still did not take half a step back.

"Like, really like."

Ning Xiao'e stretched out her trembling hand, wanting to touch Chen Luoli's face, but retracted again.

"Do you mean my mother?" Chen Luoli asked.

Ning Xiao'e nodded, her eyes blurred with crystal tears flickering.

How many years have passed, and she never thought that one day, she would meet the daughter of her son.

Seeing this, Chen Luoli's heart shook, and he was about to ask something, when in the depths of the forbidden land of Zixiao Palace, the power of ancient breath suddenly rose.

The mountains roared, and Changhong went straight up to the sky, with great deep coercion.

The rubble swept away, forming a storm.

The Fire Ghost King's Forbidden Realm was directly destroyed, and the endless sea of fire swayed and finally disappeared.

Lan Xuejing, who was fighting, raised his head suddenly, his face changing.

Gu Changan also frowned, and his heart sank.

The Zixiao Palace Lord retreated sharply, and the twenty-two Heavenly and Human Realm elders, including all the disciples who surrounded the entire mountain, bent down one after another.

"Welcome the ancestor out of the mountain!"

The loud voice spread throughout the sky, and in the eyes of the visitors from the Eight Desolations, in the distant location of the forbidden land in the back mountain, in the Qiyu Changhong, a figure walked slowly.

He put his hands behind his back, his robe dancing in the wind.

Although he was full of gray hair, he could not find any wrinkles on his face, and he looked like a young man of twenty.

The ancient coercion that permeated the entire heaven and earth made everyone feel the stagnation of the true element in their bodies.

He is Fu Qing, the founding ancestor of Zixiao Palace, the peak powerhouse of the Martial King Realm, and has practiced for thousands of years.

When Xu Bu came, every step he took brought boundless ripples to the whole world.

One step and ten miles, I came to the sky above the square in an instant.

Gu Changan's face became very unsightly.

The Fire Demon King was like a great enemy, and he felt the pressure of being stronger than Moro.

"Demons?"

Fu Qing calmly looked down, saw the Fire Ghost King, and raised his hand slightly, tapping his index finger.

Rumble!

The earth collapsed in an instant, and the Fire Demon King's body was overwhelmed by a huge force, and the flames collapsed and fell on the spot.

He braced himself up, but he was completely overwhelmed until he fell to one knee.

"Uncle Fire!" Chen Luoli exclaimed.

Gu Changan raised his sword, and the sword qi went straight to the sky above the Fire Ghost King like a rainbow, but it was invisibly destroyed.

Fu Qing glanced down at Gu Changan, and then his index finger tapped again, and Gu Changan's shoulders suddenly felt the boundless pressure coming.

The ground collapsed beneath his feet, and he could no longer move.

"The old man respects you as a great disciple of Shushan, and gives you a thin face, but he can't allow you to be wild in Zixiao Palace."

Fu Qing spoke calmly and softly, but his voice was like a divine voice, resounding throughout the Eight Desolations of Heaven and Earth.

Looking at the dilapidated square, all the visitors did not dare to raise their heads, and they were all frightened and did not dare to make a sound.

The fierce power of the peak of the Martial King crushed them like ants.

Lan Xuejing was in the corner at the moment, and it seemed that she had been forgotten, she stared at Fu Qing's figure, and kept calling Chen Yu in her heart.

"Big brother, wake up, you can't sleep at this critical moment, okay?"

Lan Xuejing was in a hurry, and with Chen Yu's previous words, she took the risk of snatching the ancient painting.

But now Chen Yu was silent in the depths of his heart, and there was no response.

In the anxious gaze, Fu Qing had already turned his gaze and slowly looked at Ning Xiao'e.

The corners of Ning Xiao'e's mouth were cold, protecting Chen Luoli behind her.

"For so many years, you haven't shown up once, but for this girl, you smashed the prison of ancient paintings?"

Fu Qing whispered again, following the divine voice to spread through the sky, bringing a trembling majesty.

As he spoke, he raised his hand again and gently touched Chen Luoli.

"Stop!"

Ning Xiao'e lifted off the white horse training, but was crushed on the spot by the oncoming terrifying coercion.

She snorted and stepped back, blood spilling directly from the corners of her mouth.

The strength of the peak of the Martial King Realm was already at a very terrifying level.

Zixiao Palace has been established for so many years, and of course it has been attacked by demons, but it can't shake its status at all.

The final reason is that Fu Qing is here.

He alone can stop thousands of evil spirits!

"The old man gives you a chance."

Fu Qing spoke calmly, without the slightest emotion in his indifferent eyes.

Ning Xiao'e pursed her lips lightly, and finally looked back at Chen Luoli, and a smile squeezed out of the corner of her mouth: "You guys leave quickly, don't look back." ”

Chen Luoli was shocked: "But what about you?" ”

Ning Xiao'e's eyelids were drooping and slightly gray.

"I can't leave, all the time."

As she spoke, she got up again and rubbed Chen Luoli's little head.

Fu Qing looked at this scene indifferently, but suddenly noticed that the sky seemed to have changed somewhat.

He looked up slightly, only to see that there were two qi of yin and yang opening and closing, rebelling against the law of chaos, causing the evil fluctuations to be released.

A cold wind blew in the field, the light dimmed, and even above the entire Zixiao Palace, dark clouds appeared.

Everyone in the audience was agitated, and they didn't know why.

The Zixiao Palace Lord suddenly turned around and looked at Lan Xuejing, who had taken the painting before.

There were some strange changes in this woman's body, wisps of black qi swirled around her body, and her entire appearance suddenly became extremely cold.

She closed her eyes, as if she were asleep.

But a certain consciousness in the body is awake.

The wind and clouds began to reverse, and a deep oppressive force emanated from Lan Xuejing's body.

The Fire Ghost King and Gu Changan both looked over, and after discovering this change, Qi Qi gasped.

Ning Xiao'e seemed to feel something, and her heart trembled.

"Childe ......"

She looked at Lan Xuejing in a daze, and felt a familiar idea in the aura exuded by Lan Xuejing's body.

But this idea lives in the dantian.

She didn't know what happened to Chen Yu, why was her body gone.

It was only at the moment when the fluctuations rose that a fluttering voice sounded in a low voice.

"I'm sorry for you, I've lost you for my teacher, don't be afraid, I'll take you home for my teacher."

Hearing this, Ning Xiao'e's delicate body was shocked, the tip of her nose was sour, her eyes flashed with tears, and she was finally angry, and two lines of clear tears fell.

"Childe, how many times have I said it, Xiao'e only wants to be a maid of the son, how dare she ask for the name of master and apprentice."

She wanted to hold back the outburst of emotion, but she couldn't stop the tears from bursting.

At the moment when Chen Yu fully took over Lan Xuejing's physical body, the entire Zixiao Palace realm was caught in an indescribable ghost path storm.

Sen Luo woke up, and Vientiane opened and closed, making the faces of the visitors from the Eight Wilderness turn pale one after another.

Faintly, there seemed to be some great horror coming out of the woman's body!

Fu Qing was still standing with his hands in his hands, but he had slowly narrowed his eyes and looked at Lan Xuejing.

"Is this the old man Zixiao Palace as a demon lair?" He snorted coldly, and the peak combat power of the Martial King Realm exploded in an instant.