Retrograde fairy way

In an elegant courtyard in Yanyang City, the two sat opposite each other, talking about something.

Not long after, the brilliance outside the courtyard door flickered, and a lavender jade slip suddenly shot into Ling Zhanyun's hands.

"The purple spirit is here!"

Taking a brief look at the jade slips, Ling Zhanyun looked slightly happy, and was about to get up, but was held down by Wang Mo.

"You have transformed your appearance first!"

Wang Mo shook his head slightly, said as he got up and walked towards the gate of the courtyard. After Ling Zhanyun's face was straightened, he opened the courtyard's restriction.

Outside the courtyard, there was a monk dressed like a clerk standing in front of the courtyard with Xuan Ziling and Lan Wanxi. When he saw Wang Mo appearing, he bowed and retreated.

"Senior Sister Xuan, please!"

Wang Mo stretched out his hand to feint, and said with a smile.

"Junior Brother Liu's aptitude is truly astonishing. I haven't seen him in just a hundred years. His cultivation level is astonishing and he has made another breakthrough!"

Xuan Ziling nodded with a smile, and walked side by side with her, her beautiful eyes full of admiration.

Considering that back then in Ziyun City, the other party was only a cultivator of transforming spirits, and now it has only been 200 years. Now that he has reached the middle stage of the Nirvana Realm, it is really unbelievable.

Lan Wanxi, who was behind him, was even more shocked when she heard the words. She had never felt any pressure from Wang Mo, but she was shocked by what the master said.

Two Jiazi ago, when he was rescued by Wang Mo, the other party's revealed cultivation level was only at the early stage of the Nirvana Realm.

This thought made the heart of her self-talking arrogance suddenly cold.

"Purple Spirit!"

When the three of them entered, Wang Mo closed the courtyard, and Ling Zhanyun stood up to meet him, and Xuan Ziling's beautiful figure was everywhere.

"Battle Cloud!"

Xuan Ziling took a few steps forward. Although Ling Zhanyun had changed his appearance, the two had known each other for hundreds of years, so they were very familiar.

"Okay, okay, there will be plenty of time to reminisce about the past in the future!"

Seeing that the two of them were glued together, looking like they couldn't finish talking, Wang Mo smiled helplessly, "Senior Sister Xuan, did Master Ling agree to let you go to the Spirit Race?"

Hearing these words, Ling Zhanyun's face became slightly tense, and his heart became even more nervous, staring at Xuan Ziling closely.

"I agree, Zi Ling really wants to thank Junior Brother Liu this time, if it weren't for the panacea you bestowed back then, the family teacher would not be able to be as safe as before, and I, the Clear Sky School, will be in a catastrophe!"

Xuan Ziling showed gratitude, and bowed profusely as she spoke.

"It can't be done!"

Wang Mo hurriedly moved away, waving his hands again and again, "This trip was entrusted by the Clan Emperor, Brother Ling and I have an old relationship, you will be my sister-in-law in the future, if you don't help, maybe the Clan Emperor will teach me a lesson!"

"Giggle!"

Xuan Ziling stood up with a shy smile.

Ling Zhanyun got the answer he wanted, and listened to Wang Mo's teasing, without any intention of getting angry, and secretly cast a look at Wang Mo who counts you as sensible.

"It's not too late, let's go!"

Wang Mo took a breath and said to the three of them.

"Go, it's time to go back!"

Ling Zhanyun and the others looked at each other and nodded.

After the few people talked, Wang Mo opened the courtyard restriction, and went straight to the main hall of the teleportation formation in Yanyang City.

After half an hour, the four of them came to the Teleportation Hall, in front of a separate building.

The people guarding this place all had incomparably majestic auras, and there was even an old man in the lead, who had the power of a spirit void realm.

"Zi Ling sees Senior Brother Cheng!"

As soon as he saw the old man, Xuan Ziling stepped forward to salute.

"Junior Sister Xuan, are you here?"

Suspicion flashed in the old man's eyes. This is where the cross-state teleportation formation is located. As far as he knows, the sect has closed the mountain, but the mountain gate has not yet been opened.

"According to Master's order, go to..."

Xuan Ziling flipped his wrist, took out a bluish talisman that looked like raindrops, then put it away, and at the end, he actually used his spiritual sense to transmit sound.

"Old Ancestor Order!"

The old man's pupils shrank suddenly, and without hesitation, he turned sideways and feinted: "Junior Sister, please, everyone please!"

Although he was surprised by Ling Zhanyun's cultivation, Xuan Ziling held the talisman of the ancestor of Kunyu, so he dared not refuse, and immediately led the four of them to the main hall.

But at this moment, a majestic coercion suddenly flashed in the void, the sky and the earth changed color instantly, and amidst the wind and clouds dancing, a strange vortex suddenly appeared above Yanyang City. The inhuman coercion came from it. issued by.

As soon as it appeared, it attracted everyone's attention. Under this coercion, it even prostrated itself on the ground.

"Dao Ling Immortal Master!"

For those who can teleport so easily, there is no one other than the Dao Ling Xianshi who can compete with the rules of heaven and earth.

At the same time, from the vortex in the void, a grey-gray old man stepped out. It was the ancestor of the Kun Luo Sect——Chang Kun Immortal Master!

All the living beings in the entire city sensed such a big movement, even under the protection of the large array, they could clearly feel it.

That is the suppression of cultivation, the trembling of the soul, this is no longer a level of life.

"Kun Luozong, Master Chang Kun!"

The four people who were about to enter the hall suddenly looked up, and Xuan Ziling exclaimed.

At this moment, Immortal Master Chang Kun, who had stepped out of the vortex, fell towards Yanyang City in a flash. Looking at its direction, it was clearly the location of the teleportation array.

"not good!"

Ling Zhanyun and Xuan Ziling looked at each other, and they both saw the uneasiness in each other's eyes.

With their cultivation base, although they can't detect the intentions of these strong men, there is a faint sense that the other party most likely...nine times out of ten is coming for them.

But if you want to trigger the teleportation array to leave, you must at least have a cup of tea to prepare time, otherwise you won't be able to leave at all.

But with Immortal Master Chang Kun's cultivation base, even if they use Yanyang City's big formation to stop it, they can't stop its impact, let alone they don't have time to contact the city lord to start the big formation.

"Chang Daoyou came to my Haotianzong Yanyang City, why don't you say hello to my little sister?"

Suddenly, ripples and vortices emerged in the void, and a light blue figure flashed out of it. Its aura was beyond description, and the words were crisp and clear throughout the void.

"Junior Sister Kunyu, your injuries are fully healed. Congratulations. This old man is here to congratulate Junior Sister!"

Looking at the gentle nun who was blocking the way, Chang Kun's pupils shrank slightly, and he said with a smile.

"Since Fellow Daoist Chang is here to congratulate you, please do so!"

Immortal Master Kun Yu led lightly with her plain hand, blocking the opponent's way.

"Master!"

The moment she saw the beautiful figure, Xuan Ziling cried out in surprise.

Ling Zhanyun and Wang Mo looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. With Chang Kun's Immortal Master Kun Yu present, even if Chang Kun wanted to make trouble, he would be safe.

"Okay, please!"

Chang Kun took a deep look at her, and then glanced down without a trace, so that she could leave hand in hand.

"Let's go, Master has sent me a sound transmission, let us leave the city quickly!"

Xuan Ziling took a deep breath and said to several people.

With that said, under the guidance of the old man surnamed Cheng, they entered the hall one after another.

......

Time flies, and more than half a month has passed in a flash.

In the imperial city of the Spirit Wing Clan, several figures walked hand in hand, and two of them kept looking at the various Spirit Clan around them, as if they were quite curious about everything.

The surrounding spirit clans are also very interested in these two delicate and beautiful women.

But when they saw one of them, they all restrained their malicious intentions and stepped out of the way.

Because, that person is Ling Zhanyun, and in his true face, there are sequined golden temple feathers on both sides of his hair.

"In the early years, I heard that the Spirit Race is a race with thousands of races. I didn't expect so many strange things!"

Xuan Ziling exclaimed.

"Zi Ling, don't worry, I will definitely take you around the spirit race in the future!"

Ling Zhanyun gently pulled Xuan Ziling's bright wrist like glue.

This scene fell in Wang Mo's eyes, and he curled his lips secretly, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was trying to suppress a smile and turned his head away.

Lan Wanxi, who has always paid attention to Wang Mo, could clearly see that it was a 'bad smile', but how could such things be so useful?

"Hmph, so brave!"

Suddenly, Ling Zhanyun's eyes flashed with anger, and he scolded coldly.

"what happened?"

Xuan Ziling knew it wasn't directed at her, Dai Mei frowned slightly.

"Brother Ling, don't delay, go straight back to the palace!"

Wang Mo glanced around briefly, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

He had been to the imperial city once back then, and he had some understanding of the procedure for the succession of the Lingyi royal family, so he was naturally aware of the power struggle involved.

As far as he is concerned, if such matters had not involved Ling Zhanyun, he would have been hiding far away, and even if it was related to Ling Zhanyun, he did not want to interfere too much, after all, this is someone else's family business.

This time he went to the human race and persuaded Ling Zhanyun to come back, probably because Ling Qianrong was too powerful to allow him to refuse.

"go!"

The original good mood was completely wiped out by the prying eyes around him, and Ling Zhan Yun's face became more gloomy. He pulled Xuan Ziling and went straight forward, and took out a jade slip, passing in some news.

More than half an hour later, the four of them walked to a majestic building complex. At this moment, there was already a large group of spirit-wing monks in bright armor, standing in front of the palace and waiting.

The leader is Ling Wuya who had a relationship with Wang Mo back then.

"When you see this prince, why don't you worship?"

Seeing that these people were still standing upright, not at all moved by his presence, Ling Zhanyun narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly.

He was not a person who paid too much attention to status, especially at this time when his lover and friends were by his side, but as a prince of his own family, being so peacefully kept in front of the house by his family made him angry secretly.

Especially considering that Wang Mo once said to him that when Ling Wuwei brought him here, he was interrogated by the people in front of him, not to mention that the two did not belong to the same front.

"Your Highness, you have been away for thousands of years, and you are finally back. Congratulations! Why didn't someone come to meet you?"

The corners of Ling Wuya's mouth curled up slightly, and he waved his hand, but didn't answer directly.

As he waved his hand, the group of monks in bright armor immediately gave way to the road.

"Humph......"

Ling Zhanyun snorted coldly, intending to explode, but after being gently pulled down by Xuan Ziling's sleeves, he led the three of them inward.

This time, Ling Wuya didn't question him, but kept looking back and forth between Xuan Ziling and Wang Mo, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what was on his mind.

As a strong man in the spirit void, Xuan Ziling didn't change color at all even though he was captured by these fierce armored monks, and took it calmly.

Wang Mo has already experienced it once before, killing himself all his life, these are of course nothing, let alone Ling Zhanyun, who was originally the prince of the Lingyi clan, is doomed to his achievements by his blood, as long as he does not fall, he will be forever Overwhelm these people.

Only Lan Wanxi, whose cultivation base is a little weaker, and her life has been smooth and smooth, her breathing is slightly short of breath and her face is pale in the face of these indistinct murderous auras.

Fortunately, not long after, the four of them entered the palace hall hand in hand, and several maids came to meet them, leading them all the way to the courtyard where Wang Mo used to go.