Sang Ling was slightly stunned, stepped down a few slippery jade steps, and looked at the hall on the first floor, which was almost half the size of a football field.

The hall is paved with large pieces of jade, and the white light of jade is far away on the scattered beams on the ceiling overhead, staggered and depicted mysterious patterns, like a kaleidoscope.

All the gorgeousness and carved beams and painted pillars can't withstand the demon clan who knelt and saluted in the field, there are old and young, some are advanced in cultivation and low in spiritual power, and there are colorful all over their bodies, obviously the batch rescued by the nine-story tower just now, but all eyes are looking at her eagerly, and worship and respect are pressed over like a mountain.

Sang Ling stopped where she was.

Da Mao explained in a low voice:

"This palace was built by the unanimous consent of the big guys, our demon clan has been waiting for the demon ancestor for too long, and the appearance of your honor is the best time now."

Sang Ling was not half moved by the power and wealth within reach in front of her, and the desire to go home in her heart was unprecedentedly huge:

"I'm not going to stay, I have relatives I want to see and a home I want to go back to."

Da Mao was stunned for a moment, and then quickly agreed:

"Okay, you can go back anytime when things are settled."

"Nope." Sang Ling shook her head slowly, her fingers clenched in her sleeves: "I can't go back, I will never be able to go back." ”

The system that promised to take her back has already been uninstalled because of the failure of the strategy. The Mirror of Retrospective Migration that she can rely on now is only for the strength of the demon clan. It's just that it has limitations, and she hasn't found a way to go back.

Da Mao was a little puzzled, and when he touched the expectant eyes of the demon clans in the field, he still decided to continue his efforts:

"There is no conflict between going home and becoming a demon ancestor, Your Excellency, this is also what the big guy wants to find for himself, and I also thank you for your help, so you can accept it with peace of mind."

Sang Ling looked at the countless demon clans kneeling in front of him, and there was a light in their eyes, which was hope, desire, and expectation, and a yearning for a better future.

She didn't know if she could really do it, there were still many difficulties in the future, the nine-story tower was just the first step, and then there would be a more violent counterattack from the sect family, she didn't know if she could handle it well.

The Mirror of Retrospective Migration speaks at the right time:

"Don't worry, just do everything you want to do. Sang Ling, I chose you at the beginning, not because of your qualifications, but because of your never-admitting mentality, even if you will fail, but there is hope, even if it takes thousands of years and a hundred years, as long as you are alive, we are victorious! ”

Sang Ling suddenly remembered the red stories she had read, the world was darker than it is now, and those people couldn't see the future, but they still did it, for a belief, a belief that they would never give up.

Maybe she can give it a try, if it really doesn't work or she finds a way to go home, she can also find a better demon clan to lead, and she can't live up to everyone's expectations.

"Okay."

Da Mao was stunned:

"Your Excellency?"

Sang Ling continued:

"Get up, I promise you. My current strength is just a spark, but one day, I believe that I will grow stronger and will give the demon clan a better, more stable, and more high-spirited era. ”

Even if I have to go home, I will arrange a good future for you.

"Welcome back the Demon Ancestor—"

The tsunami-like echo of the mountains opened up in the realm of the demon clan, and the first day of the first year sat down on his stomach under the seat, welcoming the arrival of the demon ancestor.

Long.

Sang Ling put on the clothes of the Demon Ancestor and walked in slowly from the jade bridge.

A black robe is embroidered with silver thread on the bottom of countless auspicious clouds and flying cranes, and the waves are in the shape of waves. A larger, more magnificent and delicate kun, with a huge light blue body with two fins and wings, soaring between the heavens and the earth.

Her black hair was pulled into a bun, and her delicate crown was made of countless jewels and jade, and it was made into a large crown in the shape of a lotus, and on both sides there were long jade lotus beads and six beads swaying in long steps, and the ice-penetrating gems were finely inlaid on the gold and silver filigree, swaying gently.

Sang Ling climbed the jade steps and sat down, with flowers and pearls pasted on the corners of her eyes, but her weak and gorgeous appearance was a pair of eyes that were not angry and self-threatening, as if a god had descended, so that people did not dare to look directly. A slight chuckle came out of the corner of her mouth, and she stretched out her hand:

"Get up."

"Yes, Demon Ancestor."

Countless demon clans and mountain spirits and wild monsters got up in the realm of the demon clan, with happy smiles on their faces, the demon clan has the demon ancestor to have the backbone and the guide.

Da Mao led the demons in the hall to get up, his eyes were eager, he finally found the demon ancestor for the demon clan, and the rise of the demon clan in the future is just around the corner.

The Mirror of Retrospective Migration felt an unprecedented power feeding back, the mirror energy rose wildly, and the mirror surface of the brass halo was unprecedentedly clear. Finally, that power broke through the upper limit of mirror energy and rushed out. The mirror body was washed and washed, the dust and old soil were brushed away, the dullness and sickness were dull, and the old was renewed, and it returned to the glory of the ancient period.

A brass-colored halo suddenly rushed out of the body, Sang Ling fell high on the seat, and the mirror of retrospective migration appeared behind her, like a full moon, shining brightly, as if descending to earth.

Falling into the eyes of the demon clan is the best proof of being recognized by Kunzu.

This situation and scene are clearly engraved in the water mirror of the other world.

In the next second, a bony and beautiful man with slender knuckles flicked his hand casually, messing up a pool of water.

An old man's rough voice approached:

"Master, why don't you keep watching?"

"Look at someone else's success? Not necessarily. ”

The man's voice is clearer and better, and he is very young.

The old man glanced at the water mirror slowly, and the broken picture quickly saw the key point.

"Tsk, she has been completely recognized by the Mirror of Retrospection, and she has gained luck as a demon ancestor, and it will only be more difficult to peel off in the future."

The voice was flat, but there was no fluctuating emotion because of the difficulty.

The landlord chuckled, and his voice was indescribably cold:

"In the past, stepping on the snow was also a demon ancestor, and in the end, didn't the mirror of tracing still come out? What are you worried about? ”

The old man slowly lifted his lips and smiled, as if he was amused, but his eyes swept towards the landlord with a fine light:

"The master gave up suddenly last time, and everyone under his command was already dissatisfied, and I hope the master will not show mercy next time. Otherwise, it would not be good to face a beautiful woman every day, and lose her soul and heart. ”

The man's eyes were crooked, and he didn't dodge for a minute:

"You guys have read too much in the book and thought about it, that day was just that the chasing soldiers of the Heavenly Dao Sect came too fast, and the resistance of the retrospective mirror, I was defeated, and next time I calculated it, I will not make a mistake."

The tail note is slightly raised, and there is a sense of nonchalance, as usual.

Seeing that he couldn't find out, the old man stopped his thoughts, laughed, and like a truly kind old man, he slowly admonished:

"In this way, we old people can rest assured."

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled disappreciatively, but his eyes looked at the slowly disappearing water, and the woman's weak and gorgeous side face flashed and finally disappeared.

……

There are a lot of things in the realm of the demon clan, and the trivial matters are busy, as well as the placement of the trapped demons in the nine-story tower that were rerescued, and the next development route, etc.

Sang Ling was really busy for a long time before she had a rough context and handed it over to Da Mao to deal with. She took advantage of the fact that the sky was not completely dark, and went to see the training of the generals again, the last time the Ye family's nine-story tower and his party suffered more than a dozen casualties, and now the soldiers who have seen blood bloom with a sword-like edge.

I accompanied the soldiers and generals to dinner, and sang a minor tune of folk songs with them, and the atmosphere was harmonious until the moon went up to the branches.

Sang Ling came out of the camp, Da Mao looked at the sky, and then reflexively went to the camp to ask for an umbrella:

"Your Excellency, it may rain at night."

The surrounding aura is rich, and the fog forest has been in a state of over-exploitation of soil erosion in the past, so the climate has also been spoiled into a child's face, and it is very unstable to say that it has changed. Now the demon clan, mountain spirits and wild monsters have cultivated spirit plants to take the policy route of green development, and they have driven away many greedy monks. The whole has begun to circulate in an orderly manner, restoring a lot of its former glory, but I don't know how long it will be before I can go back to the time when I stepped on the snow hundreds of years ago.

Sang Ling stretched out her hand:

"I want to do it myself."

Da Mao hesitated, nodded and retreated, and left with his subordinates.

After a while, as Da Mao said, soon there was a light rain in the sky.

The plants and trees were washed green and lush, the air was moist with a faint rustic fragrance of flowers, and the unknown petals were beaten down by the raindrops, and the large flowers smashed on her umbrella, and slowly slid down the edge of the umbrella.

She walked step by step through the spiritual field, the beast field, the spring waterfall, as well as the pharmacy and the concentrated residence of the demon clan, watching them brightly lit, full of joy.

Sang Ling came quietly and walked quietly, and after confirming that everything was okay, she walked to the next place.

Behind him, Chu Yi followed unhurriedly, quietly guarding the safety of his master.

Sang Ling really couldn't ignore the sound of quietly touching and crushing the dead leaves on the ground, and beckoned the little thing to come over without being funny.

"Don't you like rain? Not yet. ”

"Meow."

Chu Yi shrank his claws and wanted to dodge, but suddenly his eyes caught a glimpse of something, and he turned his head and ran into a courtyard not far away.

The yard was still lit up, and a tall begonia tree was planted in the clearing, and countless pink and white petals were stirred and smashed to the umbrella surface.

Through the rain curtain, I saw a young man standing under the begonia tree, he used a hosta to simply half-tie his black hair, dressed in a light-colored wide robe, with a beautiful posture, with an umbrella handle around his neck, and the umbrella surface was full of petals, and his back to her seemed to be tinkering with something.

Inadvertently, the handle of the umbrella fell, and the cold rain poured all over the head.

"Ahh

The boy screamed hurriedly.

Sang Ling went to hold an umbrella over the young man's head and called him:

"Ah Ran?"

The boy looked up at the sound.

What catches your eye is a face soaked white by the rain, with black eyebrows and eyes, as delicate and delicate as ink.

Ah Ran smiled at her embarrassedly, then shook off the petals and rain like a milk dog, got up and got under her umbrella.

"Your Excellency!"

He held a little white fluorescence in his hand, and Sang Ling looked at it curiously, it was a palm-sized spiritual plant, which was born crystal clear and fragrant, but the branches and leaves were splashed with one or two drops of rain, and most of them withered.

Ah Ran stretched out his fingertips to wipe off the raindrops, but to no avail, he paused a little sadly.

"It is difficult to find and cultivate for thousands of years, but the medicinal effect is extremely high, and I wanted to cultivate it and give it to the Venerable...... I should have been more careful with the umbrella just now, it couldn't touch the rain, and it was all ruined. ”

"Can it be restored with Reiki?" Sang Ling's fingertips rubbed out a small wisp of aura.

Ah Ran's eyes immediately lit up:

"Of course you can, but it will cost your Venerable Aura."

"Then don't feel bad, I'll see how many floors I can get back to."

Sang Ling injected the aura into the red sorrow grass, lighting up with the brilliance of pearl shells, and in a moment, the branches and leaves were a lot more energetic.

The light in Ah Ran's eyes became brighter and brighter, but he quietly moved his gaze to Sang Ling's face. Seeing that she was wearing a loose robe, a crimson skirt reaching the floor, her white and slender wrists looming with the night breeze, and her black hair that reached her calves covered her back and scattered on her cheeks, the strong contrast between black and white made her more delicate and picturesque.

Ah Ran thought of Da Mao's explanation before, and the roots of his ears quietly turned red, raised his hand and pointed to the room behind him, and whispered:

"Your Excellency, the rain outside is even greater, and the grass is not tolerant to rain, and the water vapor is too great, which also affects the effect......" His eyes rolled slightly, raised his hand and stroked the tip of his nose, and the next second, "Ahhh A loud sneeze sounded, and he touched his half-wet shoulder and looked down at his toes.

"Your Excellency, I was just smoked by the flowers, it's fine."

Sang Ling looked at his almost half-wet body, and then tilted the umbrella side towards him.

"Let's go, go and hide from the rain."

Ah Ran smiled happily.

Chu Yi was hiding under the porch to take care of his hair that was drenched by the rain, and moved a few steps lazily to make way for Ah Ran.