Took a deep breath.

Xuan Lin turned around slowly.

Pain to numbness, maybe that's how it feels, right?

Xuanlin came to this world, hid before the age of ten, lived under the cold eyes and ridicule of the palace maids, and had a mouthful of cold porridge to survive, which was the only ration for a day or two.

At that time, the first emperor forcibly humiliated his mother...... His mother is the biological sister of the first emperor.

A fire burned everything, and he was imprisoned in the crimson palace wall for the rest of his life, Xuanlin thought that this was all there was to his life, but he met Duanxi.

The fluttering clothes rescued him from the palace.

She rescued him from the fire pit, pushed him into another abyss with great effort, she saved him, taught him, humiliated him, deceived him.

Perhaps, the most wrong thing he did was to think that he was saved every time he was saved.

*

Bowing his head, Xuan Lin raised the cloud sword and dropped it.

Untie your robes and drop them.

Qiankun bag, drop it.

With only a white middle coat left on his body, Xuan Lin broke a branch from the side, and when he got up, his slender and thin figure just flew in the air, and suddenly stopped.

The slender hand grabbed the wrist of the left hand, urging a piece of emerald green jade pendant that was stained with blood, and slowly appeared in front of Xuanlin.

Xuan Lin never turned his head, his body was surrounded by a rich black gas, and there was a faint scream of a ghost, like a Shura crawling out of hell.

"Duanxi, the jade pendant will be returned to you! From then on, you and I have two grievances and hatreds, and we do not owe each other. ”

He flicked his fingers and threw the jade pendant down.

The black qi wrapped around the jade pendant, and the jade pendant fell to the ground and shattered in half.

The moment the jade pendant was broken, Xuanlin went away with the sword, and the black aura on his back was like a demon being born, but in a moment, Xuanlin had disappeared in front of Xia Ling's eyes.

Grievances and enmities are against each other, and the two do not owe each other......

"Host, the original owner is blackened." Hi Hi said worriedly in Xia Ling's mind.

"Hmm." The smile on Xia Ling's face disappeared.

At her feet, the paralyzed concubines and queens looked at Xia Ling trembling one by one.

"Let him go." Xia Ling's eyes were complicated.

Even if he vaguely understands in his heart that he has gone too far, what he has done is like a brand, and Xia Ling has done it unscrupulously, so he is not afraid of the consequences now.

*

"Host, Xuanlin is enchanted."

"Host, Xuanlin unified the demon cultivation and became the demon ancestor."

"Host, Xuanlin wants to destroy the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference."

……

Xia Lingpan sat in the stone room.

"Let him go."

She hugged Yuan Shouyi and cultivated quietly.

Cultivation has no time, Xuan Lin seems to have felt something, and forcibly snatched the long-cherished grass from the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, and then, he disappeared in the immortal cultivation world.

The demon cultivators who were originally doing evil everywhere have been restrained by Xuanlin all these years, and it is a rare peace in the world of cultivating immortals.

*

Xia Ling has been in retreat for many years and has traveled for many years.

In the world of cultivating immortals, Xuanlin is the primordial god of Erlang Zhenjun, and she, the primordial god, is the demon god of the roaring heavenly dog.

If she wants to become an immortal, she must take the road of the demon immortal.

If the demon immortal wants to soar into an immortal in this world, Xia Ling must refine the long-cherished pill.

After taking the Su Sheng Pill, there are no more fragments of divine souls in this world, and there are no roaring dogs, and when Xia Ling soars to the immortal realm, it is just an ordinary female cultivator.

The long-cherished grass is in the hands of Xuanlin.

The horn of chaos, the galloping fang, the essence blood of the auspicious beast Bai Er, and the internal fire of the Mahayana monks, refining for nine hundred and eighty-one days, if everything goes well, the dream of the pill will naturally become a pill.

With a long-cherished pill, Xia Ling can become an immortal.