Chapter Sixty-Eight: Innate Demons

Jing Yao couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"

"Sword. ”

This answer made Jing Yao very surprised, looking at the sword from the falling leaves? This person is sick again, right?

Jing Yao tried to use Lin Tianxing's gaze to examine the fallen leaves, but what she saw was still falling leaves, and she thought there was some profound secret, cut!

"You don't understand. ”

Lin Tianxing's tone suddenly became lonely.

"Well, I really didn't understand when you were cheap. Jing Yao said with a smile, she was in a good mood, at least she got rid of the identity of the pigsty administrator and became an official disciple.

Lin Tianxing frowned, obviously hearing Jing Yao's words, according to his temper, even if he didn't do anything at this time, at least he would look at him angrily, but the strange thing was that Lin Tianxing just frowned and shook his head.

This kind of Lin Tianxing made Jing Yao a little worried: "You won't really be mentally ill, right?"

"I think you're itching. Lin Tianxing snorted, pulled out the Flying Frost Immortal Sword behind his back, threw it to Jing Yao and said, "Return you." ”

Jing Yao took Feishuang in a daze, she was really a little overwhelmed, hugging Feishuang and saying nothing.

At this moment, the words of the Sage Peak came out, first glanced at Jing Yao with a cold face, snorted, turned around and left.

After a while, Xiaoyue Zhenren also walked out, nodded at Jing Yao, it was the eyes of the elders who cared for their backs, for Xiaoyue, Jing Yao was still very polite, respectfully bowed to the disciple, and Xiaoyue Zhenren also left after a few words of encouragement.

Lin Tianxing said: "Why don't you leave?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to jump off a cliff. ”

"Get out. ”

Jing Yao said angrily: "Are you polite? I was kind enough to accompany you, in exchange for this attitude? You deserve the fragrance of a single dog......

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On the Sword Pavilion, Lin Haoran and Xihua Zhenren stood side by side, looking at Lin Tianxing and Jing Yao who were arguing, Lin Haoran said lightly: "What do you think?"

"The little girl has five elements of spiritual roots, innate sword bones, and root bones are not inferior to Tianxing. ”

"You see that, too?"

Xihua Zhenren said with a smile: "Although my cultivation is not as high as yours, these two tricks are not wrong to see people, if it weren't for this, I'm afraid that the Ancestor of Xiaoyao would not teach her the Heavenly Sword Codex." ”

Speaking of Lin Xiaoyao, Lin Haoran couldn't help but let out a sigh: "I never expected such a biased thing to happen." ”

"Who's to say it isn't. Xihua Zhenren sighed with emotion: "The great master of the Patriarch of the Empire, rebelling against the changes of life and death, and ascending to the realm of immortals and ghosts, is also a great joy for our faction." ”

Lin Haoran shook his head and said, "You didn't tell the truth before, did you?"

"You see that?"

Lin Haoran said in the previous tone of Xihua Zhenren: "Although I am not involved in magic, I have read countless people, and our thousands of years of friendship can still see through you?"

Xihua Zhenren chuckled: "This girl is not telling the truth, but she is definitely not a demon anomaly." Tianxing's fate all fell on this female doll. ”

Lin Haoran said in a deep voice: "Is this true?"

The tone was a little heavy, but Xihua Zhenren could understand Lin Haoran's mood.

In the past year, in the war between immortals and demons, Lin Haoran lost his beloved son, and his wife were both killed, leaving the only bloodline, but the sky was not a holiday, and by the hands of demons, he was beaten into the evil spirit of the demons.

Lin Tianxing, who was still in infancy, had no chance of survival, but the innate sword bone kept a glimmer of life, and as he grew older, the Yin Demon Evil Qi actually accumulated more and more, forming the Innate Demon Demon.

Every time Lin Tianxing arrives on the night of the full moon, he will suffer from demonic body killing.