Ling Jun turned his head suddenly, looking in the direction where the aura appeared, and the murderous intent in his eyes was awe-inspiring.

Although this wisp of killing intent was only fleeting, Zong Ke was observing her reaction at this time, and he happened to take it into his eyes, and he was surprised in his heart—except in the Ten Thousand Souls Secret Realm and that midnight terror, he had never seen Ling Jun show such a look, the owner of the aura just now...... What exactly is the relationship with her?

Ling Jun was still wondering who had triggered the aura of the Xuanming Sword in the secret realm, but he didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, someone would automatically come to the door.

She didn't hesitate, and immediately flew away in the direction of the sense, and soon saw two Terran monks, a man and a woman.

Both of them are first-class good looks, but Ling Jun just glanced at it coldly, and then put his mind on that male cultivator - Xuanming Sword Breath, Cangdi Bloodline, this is the person she is looking for!

And......

Ling Jun discovered something that particularly annoyed her—the Xuanming Sword aura on this Terran cultivator was definitely not just left by inadvertently touching the Xuanming Sword, she could see that the Dao Rhyme that lingered around his divine soul clearly belonged to the Xuanming Sword!

This person stole the Dao Perception that belonged to her body, and even was contaminated with the resentment and sins of the Xuanming Sword, and the unsealing of the Xuanming Sword and the tragedy of Yunhong Realm must be inseparable!

Is...... What a bold thief!

Zong Ke sensed that the situation was wrong, and hurriedly said, "Lingjun, what's wrong with you?

- That's not right, didn't Lingjun get caught in the secret realm of all souls as soon as he gathered the spirits, and then he walked with her along the way, and he didn't see these two people......

On the other side, Su Qinghuai and Long Yingyun were also taken aback by the sudden appearance of Ling Jun, especially after feeling the almost undisguised murderous intention, the two of them were on full alert and vigilant.

"Who are you?" Su Qinghuai pulled Long Yingyun, who had not recovered much of his memory, behind him, and asked at the same time, "What is the matter with stopping the two of us?"

Lingjun glanced at her, frowning slightly.

Others may not be able to see it, but she found out that this person has such a heavy aura of holy virtue, and it is too difficult to kill her with the treasure of holy virtue.

Long Yingyun seemed to feel that he was too incompetent for a good man to hide behind a woman, and at this time he took the initiative to stand up—he found that Lingjun's target was him—and asked in a deep voice, "Are you here to find me?"

Ling Jun raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Exactly." ”

Long Yingyun frowned, he had lost a memory, he didn't know if he had a grudge with this person before, and he didn't know what to say at this time.

What's even more strange is that when facing this person, he can't have any killing intent or hostility in his heart at all, but feels a little ...... Cordial?

This breath is both familiar and unfamiliar, as if it has been deeply involved with itself......

Long Yingyun instantly thought of the story he had told when he heard someone tell a story on the street before - it was about a man who abandoned his childhood sweetheart who had paid a lot for him in order to cling to the powerful, and the childhood sweetheart changed his face after learning the truth, successfully took revenge, and ruined the man's reputation and separated his wife.

Could it be ...... What emotional entanglement does this woman have with him before his amnesia?

Thinking of this, Long Yingyun couldn't help but glance at Su Qinghuai beside him - if this was the case, it was no wonder that her attitude towards Xiao Su was also so bad.

A mortal woman can take revenge so ruthlessly, let alone a female cultivator?

Long Yingyun was suddenly weak and scared, and even a little aggrieved.

Ling Jun and Su Qinghuai didn't know that his brain hole was so big, otherwise Ling Jun would definitely introduce him to the director of Yan Xi's X world and let him write the script, and Su Qinghuai would be speechless - you are sober, it is a spirit race, and most of the spirit races are arrogant, and they don't look down on our human race very much!

"I'm sorry, this fairy, I have amnesia......" Long Yingyun looked at it and looked at it, and lowered his head weakly, "If I have a place where I can't stand you, can you give me a chance, and then make amends with you after I recover my memory......"

Ling Jun looked inexplicable, feeling that there was something strange about this, but for a while he didn't know what was strange.

Su Qinghuai thought that he saw that the strength of this spirit clan was unpredictable, and in order to save the lives of the two of them, he lowered his voice so lowly, and that righteous heart burned again, "Xiaolong, you don't have to be so compromised, no matter what you had with this spirit clan before, now that your memory has not recovered, you can't argue with her about who is right and who is wrong, I will not let her have a chance to hurt you!"

Ling Jun raised his eyebrows, this little thief is a demon cultivator, and he actually has a righteous friend, and now this righteous female cultivator still has to come and get along with himself for him, it's really ...... Both of them were very sick.

It was about the Xuanming Sword, and Ling Jun naturally couldn't just ask so aggressively, she thought about it for a while, and made a move before the two of them could react.

Su Qinghuai saw a flash of green light in front of her, her heart jumped, and she was about to sacrifice the magic weapon, when she felt a numbness on her body, and her eyes turned black for a while, and her spirit became turbulent.

Long Yingyun was even more miserable, he didn't remember how to use his magical powers now, and he was caught by Lingjun in his hands with a single face.

Su Qinghuai didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly urged the mental method to resist the strange methods of the spirit clan, although he quickly stabilized the soul, but because of this, he couldn't pull out his hand, and temporarily lost the power to resist, and could only watch the little dragon being choked by the spirit clan like a chicken.

Su Qinghuai: ...... It's really a newspaper of the world.

She glanced at the fragrant orchid grass beside her, and her jealousy of this spirit clan became even heavier--Void Phantom Orchid, this is a six-grade spirit plant!

The wood spirit is not good at fighting, but she can spawn or control the spirit plant to fight for them, and according to the battle spirit plant that the wood spirit takes out, you can roughly judge her grade - the grade of this wood spirit will never be low.

With the Illusory Illusory Orchid there, Lingjun was not worried that Su Qinghuai would be able to escape, she looked at Long Yingyun with a stunned look in her eyes, as if she was looking at a pig waiting to be slaughtered, thinking about where to start.

Long Yingyun didn't expect that he had escaped a catastrophe not long ago, and now he was facing a life-and-death crisis.

What kind of spirit clan looked at him like a dead thing, there was no emotion at all, his previous guess was obviously wrong, she wanted him to do it, it was not because of any emotional entanglement at all, but for another reason!

But what's even more tragic is that even if he is treated like this by her, he can't feel the slightest resentment, but feels a little ...... because of his contact with her The warmth of home?

Long Yingyun felt that the three views were about to explode, it turned out that he was still a masochist?

No, it can't be!

The violent mood swings made Long Yingyun temporarily break through the sword spirit's natural suppression of the sword slave, and he struggled angrily, but the hand did not move at all, and the little spiritual power leaking from his fingertips made his muscles and bones twist and suffer.

As he was dying, he hallucinated in front of his eyes, as if someone had choked him by the neck like this spirit race before, and then ...... A sword stab!

Jianfeng is so cold......