Ling Xuanluo and Jiang Nanjun rushed back to the Central Plains in the dust, but they didn't expect that when they stepped into Jiluo Mountain, they were greeted by immortals surrounding the mountain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Doudou from the moment he received the news that the master would return, he was already looking forward to it, and when he saw the huge figure of the mangtou eagle approaching in the night, he knew that they had arrived, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

Ling Xuanluo originally planned to go over and question Jin Shusheng directly, but as soon as the sound of fighting entered his ears, he couldn't stop his nose from being sore. Seeing that this old friend was coming up, he hurriedly threw Jin Shusheng behind, and flew like a meteor on Jiaoqiu, looking at Doudou's familiar and friendly face, and wanted to say hello, but two strings of uncompetitive tears fell first.

Doudou suffered for so long, and when he finally saw him, he was so excited that he couldn't help himself, grabbed his hand, shook it vigorously a few times, and kept repeating three words: "I'm back!"

yes, it's back.

The thorny road behind him seems to be finished, and there is no intermission, and the arduous battle ahead will start again. It is said that he has bid farewell to the bloody past and entered a new stage of life, but the connection between the past and the future makes him tired, and he can't see where their end and starting point are.

The battle of the Six Realms was still brewing, and Jiluo Mountain, which was once the symbol of the immortal clan, was besieged by its own people after Xi Mutong had done his best for five hundred years.

He can only attribute this chilling strife to the continuation of yesterday's nightmare, and then see this sad continuation as the beginning of a new journey. Perhaps only in this way can he give a far-fetched explanation for his bumpy fate.

The situation in front of him was pressing, and being forced to look at so many pairs of eyes, Ling Xuanluo and Dou Dou were able to shake hands briefly, which was considered a luxury. After they exchanged greetings, Ling Xuanluo walked in front of the Jinshu Sheng.

In the past, he called him "Uncle Jin", but now, what should he call him?

This new immortal head sat in front of the formation like a hungry wolf. Even if he got his wish and got the power and status he had always longed for at the Tongxian Grand Ceremony, he still didn't give up his entanglement with the past.

"Hua Liuxian. Ling Xuanluo called him.

This is the only title he can find, which is neither forced nor rude to his elders.

In order to show the power of the immortal head, the Jinshu Saint has been in that posture for an afternoon, but in fact, his bones have long been sore. He endured until now, and finally waited for Ling Xuanluo, feeling that it was really worth suffering this crime.

He used his sense of light to know that Ling Xuanluo had arrived in front of him, so he suppressed the joy of victory, shook his shoulders, and said in a tone like ice: "I haven't seen you for a long time, Lingliu Immortal is not harmed? In fact, on that day, the deity only saw that you were young and ignorant, and since you were an elder, he gave you a little reprimand as a small punishment, so why did you react so strongly, so tired that I got into trouble with this crime of disrespecting the old and bullying the young, and innocently told the truth?

Ling Xuanluo said coldly: "Where is Hua Liuxian talking." At the Tongxian Grand Ceremony, your teachings were like an initiation, which made Xuanluo deeply reflect on his mistakes, so he hid and thought about it on a small hill, how could he be described as fleeing?

"You ......" In his words, the sarcasm was very strong, and Jin Shusheng still had lingering palpitations about his troubles about the Tongxian Grand Ceremony, and he knew that he couldn't fight his sharp teeth, so he simply used the advantage of his identity to set up a horse to him: "Since you have repented, it is naturally good." But it's useless to regret it with your mouth alone. You were promoted to immortal in Penglai, and since then you have returned to the immortal clan and become one of us. Now repent and go out of the mountain, and goodbye to the immortal head who leads you, shouldn't you make a great gift of three bows and nine bows?"

(To be continued.) )