"Eighteen-year-old Contemplation Realm!"

"Oh my God......! The Ling tribe is about to be wiped out again. ”

"Reincarnation of the Spirit Emperor, this is impossible!"

Some people are amazed and some people are worried.

As the future patriarch of the Ling clan, Ling Yun's cultivation will completely break the peace of the glorious tribe in the past.

Among the Xuanyuan people, some people like the current tranquility and are unwilling to risk wading into troubled waters.

Among the people present, some people were already ready to move, wanting to capture Ling Yun and hand it over to the Zhao clan of the Southern Wasteland Realm to deal with.

There are also people who see the light of hope and devoutly believe that Ling Yun is the reincarnation of the Spirit Emperor.

Xuanyuan Jie didn't know what to do, he dispersed the surrounding clansmen, he invited Ling Yun, and said, "Please here, your marriage with Ya'er still needs my eldest brother's nod." ”

Ling Yun was too lazy to deal with Xuanyuan Jie, he glanced back and ordered, "Xuelin, the matter of retiring from the marriage will be left to you." ”

"Yes, young master!"

Xuelin's cultivation here is only in the late stage of the Condensation Realm, but it is enough to deal with the Xuanyuan clan now.

Ling Yun turned around and put on his sunglasses, and beckoned, "Gogogo! ”

Taishang Laojun waved his hand, and he followed behind Ling Yun with a smile on his face.

Xuanyuan Jie glanced at Taishang Laojun just now, and after just one glance, he felt a cold sweat break out on his back!

Taishang Laojun is a late stage of cultivation in the God Refining Realm, and with just one step, he can step into the God Transformation Realm.

Ancient Great 6 didn't have a single God Transformation Realm cultivator now.

It is not easy to turn into a god, but if you want to become a real god, you undoubtedly need to stand at the pinnacle of antiquity!

Comprehending the divine will and Dao realm does not happen overnight.

"Stop!"

How could Xuanyuan Jie let Ling Yun leave so easily.

"You tell me something, don't bother my young master!"

Xuelin raised his hand to stop Xuanyuan Jie, and he stared at Xuanyuan Jie with a cold face.

"This ...... What a strong momentum!"

Xuanyuan Jie was secretly shocked in his heart, it was impossible for the Ling clan to have such a powerful servant as Xuelin.

"Xuanyuan clan! Let the legend of Xuanyuan come out. ”

The name of the blood lin is a well-known prophet among the Xuanyuan clan.

"Who are you who you know the prophet of our people?"

Xuanyuan Jie was a little confused, he really hadn't seen this person Xuelin, but why did he know the legend of Xuanyuan?

I'm afraid the answer will not be known until the legend of Xuanyuan meets Xuelin.

In the distance, Ling Yun had just taken a few steps when a flying sword flew murderously.

Taishang Laojun Daochen waved and easily blocked this flying sword.

Bundle

Taishang Laojun pinched his hands and struck out, sealing the flying sword.

The flying sword was bound, and the owner of the flying sword couldn't sit still and walked out.

"Ling Yun, don't deceive people too much, I, Xuanyuan Ya, won't let you mess around. ”

Pink dress, dignified and elegant, coiled shawl, choppy, stepping on lotus steps, fragrant wafting.

"You're Xuanyuanya?" Ling Yun glanced back at Xuanyuanya.

Xuanyuan's appearance can be called stunning! There is a kind of fairy wind bones, and the temperament of not eating fireworks in the world.

"That's right! I'm Xuanyuanya. ”

This year, the stunning woman of Fang Eighteen walked in front of Ling Yun with a very tough attitude.

"Oh......"

Ling Yun spat out a word meaningfully.

"Oh what?"

Xuanyuan frowned.

"Oh yes, oh! ”

Lingyun tricked Xuanyuan Ya for a wave.

"Unwrap ...... You bastard!"

Xuanyuan Ya made a big red face.

"Hahaha!"

Ling Yun laughed out loud.

"Shameless villain!"

Xuanyuan Ya blushed and approached Ling Yun with lotus steps, she raised her hand and planned to teach Ling Yun this nonsense a hard lesson.

"It's good, it's pretty stable, it seems that there is no shortage of cultivation......" Before Ling Yun finished quipping, Xuanyuan Ya was already close to him.

The fist swung over, with a tiger and tiger momentum.

"Huh"

Ling Yun dodged in an instant.

"Bang!"

Xuanyuan Ya's fist slammed into the ground, smashing out a pit a few meters wide and more than ten meters deep.

Ling Yun looked at the power of this fist from the side, and sighed: "Sure enough, it is worthy of the Xuanyuan clan, this strength is not weak!"

"Look for death!"

Xuanyuan Ya got up and closed her fist, turned around and struck out with a palm, showing no mercy to her subordinates.

The wind is howling.

Ling Yun raised his hand and grabbed Xuanyuan Ya's wrist, letting the power of the wind blow all over his body.

"You...... I didn't even get knocked away by my wind cactus!"

Xuanyuan Ya had a very surprised expression.

"Let me give you a feel for what a real tempest is!"

Ling Yun burst out with amazing strength.

Suddenly, the wind blew.

The Xuanyuan clan around Ling Yun was all blown up by the strong wind, and even the blood lin was almost unable to hold it down.

Taishang Laojun was accustomed to standing in place, he was motionless, as steady as Mount Tai.

Xuanyuan Ya's body was blown up by the strong wind, she opened her teeth and claws in the strong wind, and finally caught something, but it turned out to be Ling Yun's hand.

When the wind comes, everything is destroyed.

Ling Yun held Xuanyuan Ya by hand, and in the howling wind, within a hundred meters of Lingyun as the center, no one from the Xuanyuan clan could get close. Even a cultivator in the late stage of the Condensing Realm would not be able to break through this tempest barrier.

"You...... Don't let go!"

Xuanyuan Ya grabbed Ling Yun's hand tightly, she looked back, if Ling Yun let go at this time, then she would be miserable.

"Walk you!"

Ling Yun shook his hand and threw Xuanyuan Ya out.

Xuanyuan Ya was blown out by the strong wind, her body kept flying upside down, and she let out a "ah" cry.

As a result, Xuanyuan Ya's surroundings changed, there was no wind around, and even Xuanyuan Jie was beside her, and the Xuanyuan people were also behind her.

"What's going on?"

Xuanyuan Ya was stunned, she didn't know what happened just now.

"Ya'er, are you alright?"

Xuanyuan Jie felt that there was some evil sect and stared at Xuanyuan Ya, and at the same time looked at Ling Yun twice.

"What does it feel like to be in the Endless Fantasy Realm?

Ling Yun took the initiative to explain what had just happened.

It turned out that at the moment when Xuanyuan Ya was about to make a move, Ling Yun had already used the pupil technique to depretify the soul. Everything Xuanyuan Ya saw later was an illusion created by Lingyun Pupil Technique.

Xuanyuan Jie looked at Xuelin squarely and asked, "Since you know the prophet of the clan, can you report your name?" ”

The blood lin was not afraid that Xuanyuan Jie would know, and he replied: "My ancestor is the mount of the Spirit Emperor, and I am the blood qilin clan. ”

"Blood Kirin!"

Xuanyuan Jie's eyes widened.

"Impossible! The Blood Kirin Clan has long ceased to exist. ”

Xuanyuan Ya was unwilling to accept this reality, and in her cognition, the Blood Qilin Clan was just a legend.

Xuelin solemnly introduced Ling Yun and said, "You have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, but the young master is the Ling royal family, the queen of the Spirit Emperor." ”

Hiss!

The sound of everyone's gasps, their expressions of horror.

Ling Yun sighed, coughed and said in a low voice: "Don't get excited! I'm just passing by, you are free." ”

There was no sound around, no one spoke, and I was afraid that the atmosphere would suddenly be quiet.

(End of chapter)

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