"Go to the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference."

Xia Ling: "The token of the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference is here, you go by yourself, you can't enter the connection realm, senior brother." ”

"Tokens?" Xuan Lin paused.

"Hmm." Xia Ling took out the token from the Qiankun bag, "Master asked me to follow you, and rush to Changzhou before the third day of the first lunar month, the enchantment of Changzhou Island is wide open, and then we will represent Duanfeng to participate in this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference to meet the opportunity." ”

"Is there any long-lasting grass?" Xuan Lin asked.

Xia Ling's eyes flashed: "If there is enough opportunity, there will definitely be one." ”

"Okay, let's go early." A glint flashed in Xuanlin's eyes, and after a moment, he said again, "Since you want to be together, then you go to a place with me first." ”

"Huh?" Xia Ling didn't know why.

*

Three days later, they came to the kingdom of Xuan.

Edgeworth flew outside the royal city of Xuanguo, and Xuanlin slowed down.

They stayed above the palace of the Xuan Kingdom.

A hundred years have passed, the once majestic palace that could imprison Xuanlin for the rest of his life has now faded, the palace walls are not as high as Xuanlin feared when he was young, the palace stretches for hundreds of miles, but the flight of the imperial sword is only a moment.

"Immortals! Meet the Immortals! ”

The maids in the palace looked up and saw Xuanlin flying with the sword, and bowed down.

The whole palace knelt in black.

The young queen and the palace concubines came out in fear and asked Xuanlin about his intentions.

"Are you ......" Xuan Lin narrowed his eyes, "Empress Dowager Min's relatives?" ”

From the queen's young face, Xuan Lin saw the traces of the queen back then.

"Yes, the concubine is the niece of the Empress Dowager Min." The queen stepped forward tremblingly and knelt in the front, she was the head of the six palaces, and she couldn't fall into the queen's Fengyi.

"Who sits on the dragon throne now?" Xuanlin asked again.

"Immortal...... Immortal ......" The queen's face changed and changed, she glanced at it from the palace before, this immortal with a sword in the sky, her handsome eyebrows and eyes were more cold than her husband, and that detached bearing was not comparable to the Son of Heaven sitting on the dragon throne.

But the most terrifying thing is that the immortal has a similar face to the son of today.

The queen recognized the man, bowed deeply, and pressed her noble head deep to the ground, her voice bitter.

"Now it is the year of Tianyuan, and the Son of Heaven is your nephew, Xuan Ming."

Xuan Lin was stunned, "Nephew? Which department is it? Whose offspring? ”

The queen replied: "The former emperor was once a noble prince. ”

Hearing the name, Xuan Lin vaguely remembered a green face.

Prince Gui seems to be his uncle, the youngest brother of his father, and he has nothing to do with him before, and he has no grudges.

When he left, the elder brothers born to Queen Min were still there, didn't these princes leave a trace of blood?

"Immortal Mingjian, the bloodline of the Xuan clan, which had an old grudge with the immortals back then, has been severed this morning...... Now these palace courtiers in the palace, the old and the new have been replaced for a hundred years, and they are no longer the sinners who provoked the immortals back then. ”

The queen prayed humbly, and explained softly the events of the year.

Her words explained Xuanlin's doubts, and also made Xuanlin extremely angry.

If the cultivation of a body is only for revenge, but when he returns with revenge, all the enemies have died, and the disaster will not affect his descendants.

Even if the enemy of the year is still there, Xuan Lin will not be angry, who would have thought that in order to ensure the eternal existence of the country and prevent Xuan Lin's revenge, the Xuan clan would even cut off the bloodline with their own hands.