After Bing Yao returned to the camp, the first thing she did was to find a place to recuperate.

While the junior sisters were worried about her injury, they were all happy in their hearts.

They knew that Senior Sister Bing Yao was chasing Hua Linghe and was injured like this, obviously having a fierce fight with the other party.

Even the senior sister was injured like this, and they expected that the demon of Hua Linghe would definitely have no good fruit to eat, and it was very likely that he had fallen.

Although Senior Sister Bing Yao was injured, it could be regarded as removing a major harm for their Water Moon Pavilion.

The healing lasted a full hour before it ended, and an hour later, Bing Yao walked out of the retreat tent, knowing that all the junior sisters were waiting outside, and there were some things that needed to be explained.

She looked at the many junior sisters who were worried about her situation, and were still waiting outside in the middle of the night, hesitated for a moment, and ordered a fellow disciple: "Let's move quickly, I'm afraid that there will be demons from the Heavenly Sect chasing after us." ”

The fellow sect was taken aback, and even asked: "Zongtian Sect, wasn't their young sect leader killed by you, senior sister?"

She was not stupid, she was just wishful thinking that Bing Yao would defeat Hua Linghe, so she had the inference that Hua Linghe was dead, but in the end, she still heard something wrong from Bing Yao's tone.

The other fellow disciples knew that things were different, and they all looked at her.

In the eyes of many fellow disciples, Bing Yao, who had a strong personality, felt embarrassed, but finally shook her head and said: "Hua Linghe's strength has greatly improved, and I have no choice but to get him." ”

"However, when I recover, sooner or later I will clean him up. Immediately, she gritted her teeth again.

Sister Xiwu died because of this thief, and she has to fight with this thief.

The expressions of the disciples of the Water Moon Pavilion quickly dimmed.

Each of them could not hide the look of loss on their pretty faces.

Xiao Man, the cold-looking female disciple who had retreated under the protection of Xiwu, felt even more sad in her heart.

Even Senior Sister Bing Yao, who is the strongest in the younger generation in the Water Moon Pavilion, can't help this thief now, who else can help him?

"Even Senior Sister Bing Yao can't help the Flower Spirit Crane, in this land of ruins, the disciples of the Zongtian Sect will inevitably be rampant. A certain female disciple said unwillingly.

Previously, because of Senior Sister Bing Yao, the disciples of the Zongtian Sect were afraid of its power, and they were still relatively restrained, and they could clearly feel that they had avoided them a few days ago, but now Senior Sister Bing Yao couldn't fight Hua Linghe, wouldn't the situation be completely reversed.

"There's no way, it seems that I can only keep a low profile in the future. ”

Bing Yao is not good at talking, and when she hears these whispering discussions in her ears, her heart is like a knife, but she is powerless to refute it.

She has a cold personality, is not sociable, and is never good at explaining.

This can't be blamed on the mouths of her classmates, it's all blamed on her for being useless, and she can't avenge Sister Xiwu.

Recalling the appearance of Xiwu dying and getting along with the past, she closed her eyes slightly, and weak crystal tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

She was unsociable, and she couldn't help crying and cried, forgetting that this was in front of her classmates.

Unsociable people are often difficult to be considerate.

Many attentive junior sisters noticed this, and the atmosphere was even more sluggish.

"Could it be that no one can deal with the scum of Hua Linghe?"

For a long time, no one answered.

Xiao Man heard these words in his ears, gritted his teeth and said, "This kind of wicked person who does a lot of evil will definitely be punished." ”

There were a few junior sisters next to them who echoed as if they had found an outlet.

"Yes, people who are full of evil will not end well. ”

"Sister Xiaoman is right, I hope this kind of person dies soon. ”

In the midst of many echoes, Xiaoman himself was confused, although he said so, but is there really such a thing as retribution?

If there really is, a wicked person like Hua Linghe should have been retributed a long time ago, and he died 10,000 times, how could he live well today.

"No matter who it is, please, hurry up and destroy Hua Linghe, a wicked person who has done a lot of evil, Xiaoman, I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life, and pray for you for the rest of my life." ”

Xiao Man knelt down abruptly, her pretty face turned up to the sky, staring at the night sky with sparse stars and dim starlight, begging for a god who didn't know if it existed.

However, the sky was speechless, and the gods who should dwell in the sky did not respond, perhaps it did not exist at all, in short, everything did not react, the sky was ruthless, and Ren Xiaoman threw crystal tears drop by drop to the ground under his knees.

The dispute between Hua Linghe and Bing Yao is only one of the conflicts, in fact, in this land of ruins, conflicts occur every day.

Opportunities such as flawless pools do not need to be contested, but some opportunities need to be fought for, and in order to obtain more favorable opportunities, there will be fights.

There are also people who fight with Bing Yao and Hua Linghe because of the grudge that cannot be resolved.

Naturally, there is no shortage of war dead.

For those who die in battle, the qi and blood energy contained in their bodies dissipate in heaven and earth like the outside world.

But that's just on the surface.

In fact, it was secretly collected by the Shenyin King, who was located in the core of the central area of the Ruins Land that had not yet been developed, and in the depths of the mausoleum, with the help of the spatial immortal weapon "Mustard Seed Spirit Realm".

In addition to the place where the ruins were born, an extremely secret and unknown space was also born in the mustard seed spirit realm.

Even the genius of the Kun God Clan, who was ranked 94th on the Heavenly List of the Middle Sacred Domain, and Lin Lei, the "Little Thunder God" who was in charge of monitoring Shen Yin, did not notice this in the slightest.

Of course, every day he is just a representative observation of the ruins, as long as the younger generation of the Eastern Sacred Domain does not suffer a devastating blow, as long as this small probability event does not happen, he will not ask for anything from the Divine Hidden King.

This 9,000-year-old antique, even if he is just a wisp of remnant soul, has mastered such an immortal weapon as the mustard seed spirit realm, and is obviously the overlord of this place, if he is not happy to expel himself, he has nothing to think of.

At that time, it will be passed into the clan, so that the elders of the forest vein, or the high-ranking people in the clan, will not think that he is incompetent.

What's more, he didn't think that a senior with a good reputation like Shen Yin would have any thoughts about the juniors in the Ruins Land.

But in reality, an untold conspiracy is brewing.

In the bronze king's coffin in the mausoleum space, King Shenyin and Lin Lei did not talk.

Of course, this opportunity lasted half a year, and they didn't communicate every moment, or wouldn't it be similar.

Lin Lei is just separated from his mind here, and the real person is still in retreat and cultivation in the outside world.

For a genius of the Law Phase Realm like him, coming here to monitor the Divine Hidden and protect the rights and interests of the geniuses of the Eastern Sacred Domain was just a trivial matter, and the person who inherited it was still a well-known Divine Hidden Senior, so he didn't pay too much attention to the internal situation at all, but devoted his main attention to cultivation.

In the realm of the Law Phase Realm, the strong ones are completely different from the weak ones, Lin Lei can be ranked the ninety-fourth in the Law Phase Realm, the means are extraordinary, and they are no longer above the ordinary Law Phase Realm powerhouses, plus the age advantage, it can be said that the future is immeasurable.

At present, the most important thing for him is to hone the means he has mastered and improve his combat power, rather than spending too much time on such a trivial matter as monitoring the Ruins Land.

When Lin Lei was in retreat, the mind of the Divine Hidden King had already entered that unknown mysterious space.

The space is like a furnace, exuding an amazing heat, the gas inside is boiling, the center of the space is full of evil aura, slowly beating heart, the heart that should be bright red is black, and the red and black heart has a monstrous demonic energy released.

At the edge, blood was injected from time to time, forming thin blood-colored lines that converged into the heart of the center, and with each point of convergence, the demonic energy on the heart of the central area became much richer.

The blood here originated from the geniuses who fell in the conflict in the Land of Ruins, and the qi and blood after their fall did not dissipate here normally as observed by the little thunder god Lin Lei, but was hidden here by the gods in a special way to condense this demon heart.

Obviously, this demon heart was beating slowly, and every time it beat, the space here trembled slightly, and it also made the hidden souls who were concerned about it tremble slightly as if they had been tortured.

His eyes were deep and his eyes were complicated.

The gaze is of a dual nature.

First, there is a deep dislike for this formed demon heart.

For the methods of the demons, he has always been jealous and hateful, and he is naturally disgusted.

Second, he covets the power of the demon heart, and his eyes are full of hope for survival.

Because if this demon heart is truly mature, he will be able to get rid of nine thousand years of loneliness, recover, and reappear in the world again, crisscrossing the world and the world, whether it is chivalrous and righteous, or slaying demons and demons, it is up to him.

But if you choose the second one, it is far from enough to refine the current qi and blood, only by killing all the arrogant people here and using the qi and blood to refine the demon heart, can the demon heart barely reach maturity.

Moreover, according to his observations, there is no shortage of geniuses who have reached the ground level in martial arts cultivation qualifications, and there are also geniuses who are very close to all aspects, although the demon heart refined in this way cannot be said to be powerful, but it is deliberately cast a stronger foundation than when he was alive, and it is not a dream to recover or even surpass the combat power before his death.

Perhaps, he could also try to attack the legendary Martial Dao Peak Sage Realm.

But to kill so many juniors, how can he bear it.

Looking at the slowly beating, as if asking the soul of the black and red demon heart, the Divine Hidden King fell into a deep entanglement.