Considering the exhaustion of Linghu Heng after the battle, Linglong did not fly too fast, but kept behind him, carefully examining the man who made her obsessed behind him. It's a pity that Ling Hu Heng's mood at the moment was completely overwhelmed by the matter that the Hell King wanted to revive, how could he notice this detail?

The strange scenery of Kunlun Mountain did not cause Ling Huheng to look at it differently, but he wanted to fly to the Demon Gate as soon as possible so that he could check the items left by the Demon Lord. It's just that for 10,000 years, how much can the things left by the Demon Lord be saved?

Unconsciously, the aura gradually became abundant, which made Fox Heng's spirit refreshed. He turned around and said, "Linglong, I want to speed up, otherwise when the Hell King completely occupies the primordial god of truth, we will really fall into eternal darkness." ”

Linglong nodded: "No problem, it's just your body ......"

Ling Hu Heng smiled tiredly and said, "It's just a small problem, it's not a big deal." "What he said was the truth, his injuries were only skin injuries suffered by being knocked into a deep pit, but with his quenching Cheng dù, this small injury is really nothing. Moreover, after the treatment of heteropupils, it has been greatly improved.

The two tacitly accelerated their speed together, and in order to take care of Linglong's speed, Ling Hu Heng had to reduce his speed to adapt to Linglong. Linglong looked at Ling Hu Heng, whose cultivation had far surpassed hers, and suddenly had a panic: "Ling Fox Gongzi's cultivation has reached this point, but I have very little entry, how can I stay by his side and share his worries?" Thinking of this, Linglong made a decision in her heart, looked at Ling Hu Heng's back firmly, gritted her silver teeth, and said in her heart: "Ling Hu Gongzi." Look at it, Linglong will never hold you back!"

Wait for the starry night. ushered in the dawn, and the two arrived at the border state capital. The Devil's Gate. Looking at the familiar scene, Linglong was also very excited. Thinking that she hadn't been back for almost five years, this was her home, how could she not miss it?

Although the disciples of the Demon Gate who guarded the mountain gate did not know Ling Huheng, they knew Linglong, and even the head of the sect had changed, but the Holy Maiden of the Demon Gate had returned, what was the matter? The disciples who guarded the mountain gate did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly reported the matter to Xiong Heng.

Xiong Heng had doubts. But he was not afraid. Xiao Li was killed by him, what was the former saintess? Immediately went out to take a look, but unexpectedly saw Ling Huheng from a distance, and was surprised: "Stinky boy, is it you?"

Ling Huheng laughed: "Old madman, it seems that we are very fateful, we meet again!"

Xiong Heng is the number one faction in the world at the moment, the head of the Demon Sect, and he doesn't dare to say anything about the cultivation of immortals. I've heard a little about it. He had long known that someone in the heavenly realm had come down to deal with Ling Huheng, and the time was yesterday. Seeing Linghu Hengsheng appearing in front of him vigorously, he still couldn't help but be taken aback: "Good boy." Even the immortals can't do anything about you!" Although there was unwillingness in the words, there was no jealousy, and it was completely admiring.

Ling Hu Heng knew that he was under the hands of Di, and the wolf was unbearable. I didn't dare to answer, but said, "Old madman." I heard that there are relics of the Demon Lord in the Demon Gate's 'Holy Monarch Pavilion'. This matter is about the life and death of the Tianyu Continent, I hope you can let me take a look. ”

Xiong Heng was taken aback: "Is that immortal going to destroy the immortal cultivators of the Tianyu Continent?"

Ling Hu Heng sighed: "If it's just that truth, it's easy to do." It's a pity that this person is bigger than the truth, and we can only do our best and obey the destiny of heaven. ”

Xiong Heng is also a bold person, and when he heard this, he immediately said: "Come with me!"

Ling Hu Heng immediately followed Xiong Heng into the Demon Gate, and Xiong Heng said with emotion: "Alas, although there are endless wizards in my Holy Gate, none of them have reached the height of the Holy Monarch, I am really ashamed, otherwise this time, I can more or less help you!"

"The Holy Monarch created the Holy Gate, originally to be admired by the world for eternity, but unexpectedly, he lost to Fu Xi in a battle, so that those bullshit immortals stained my Holy Gate as the Demon Gate, and the Holy Monarch is also called the Demon Lord. The Dharma created by the Holy Monarch is upright, how can it be a demonic Dao exercise? It's just that among his descendants, he listened to the words of the Demon Dao, practiced evil arts, and tortured and killed many fellow Daoists, before he fell into the name of the devil, and he has not been able to get rid of it so far, which is really hateful!"

Xiong Heng said angrily, which made Hu Heng happy for a while: "I also said that if the Demon Lord's exercises are demon skills, they are incompatible with the exercises I practice." If that's the case, it's a perfect fit!"

Linglong followed behind, and when she heard this, she nodded imperceptibly and showed a charming smile. Xiong Heng caught this scene, frowned, and said, "You are Xiao Lifeng's holy daughter, Linglong, aren't you apostatic, why do you want to come back?"

Linglong said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Although Xiao Li has the grace of nurturing with me, he wants to use me as a furnace to improve his skills, and I naturally want to escape." At this moment, welcoming back to the Lord of the Bear Gate, Linglong naturally wants to return to the Holy Gate. Doesn't the Lord of the Bear Gate even have this kind of tolerance?"

After that, Linglong Meimei stared at Xiong Heng. Xiong Heng laughed: "What a Lan Xinhui delicate, you are right, although Lao Tzu is not an elegant person, he can also tolerate people, you don't have to doubt this." When you go back to the Holy Gate, Lao Tzu still wants you to be a saint, what do you think?"

Linglong shook her head and said, "The saint needs to remain a virgin for the rest of her life, and she can't marry, which is not what Linglong wants. Linglong is willing to be an ordinary disciple and contribute to the Holy Gate. As she spoke, her eyes kept glancing at Ling Huheng, who pretended not to know anything.

Xiong Heng is an old man, how could he not see Linglong's affection for Ling Huheng, and laughed: "Lao Tzu knows that it was your kid who caused the peach blossom dispute, but let Lao Tzu be a good person." No problem, Linglong, Lao Tzu is the master for you, if this kid refuses to marry you, Lao Tzu will not be finished with him!"

Although Linglong is a strange woman who dares to love and hate, Xiong Heng revealed this ambiguous atmosphere without mercy, and her cheeks blushed slightly, looking more gorgeous than peach blossoms.

Ling Hu Heng turned a deaf ear, Xiong Heng felt that he had found a way to fight him, and along the way he talked to Linglong about Ling Hu Heng's troubles, and when he heard Linglong cover his mouth and smile, a pair of beautiful eyes swirled on Ling Hu Heng, and he said in his heart: "I didn't expect Ling Hu Gongzi to have such a side!"

The three of them walked for a while, and then came to the "Holy Monarch Pavilion", and the disciple who guarded the pavilion saw Xiong Heng, gave a salute, and let him go. The three of them rushed in, Xiong Heng gently picked up a book of scriptures, and said: "This is the 'wordless book of heaven', this door is enshrined as a holy thing, you kid need to take good care of it, if you break a page, Lao Tzu can't spare you!"

Although Xiong Heng said this in a joking tone, Ling Huheng did not refute it at all, but carefully took the scripture. This book has been loved by the world very well, and on the yellowed bamboo slips, you can faintly smell the fragrance of ink, but there is no handwriting, which is really a strange thing.

Ten thousand years ago, there was no paper in the world, and the records were written in ink on bamboo slips. Although it is a little behind, it is a step forward compared to the inscription on the bamboo slips. This kind of ink was not affordable for large families at that time, so it can be seen that the authenticity of the bamboo slips is indeed a legacy of the Demon King. Because Ling Huheng had just taken over the bamboo slip, he felt very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. (To be continued......)