Demon Sword God

"Her?" Mu Lin froze for a moment.

"Sooner or later, you will have contact. If you meet that woman who has both the light attribute and the nine-day cold body again in the future, please remember not to have anything to do with her, absolutely not." Lei Di's expression suddenly changed It is very serious, especially the four words must not be, and the tone is deliberately aggravated.

Hearing the words Jiutianhanti, Mu Lin suddenly thought of the woman he saved. She seems to be called Changsun Zhilei, right?It seems that her goal is also the Ruins of Glory. If she goes to the Ruins of Glory, she will definitely meet her. Although she can deliberately stay away, why should she stay away from her?She seems to be fine.Curiosity still made Mu Lin express his psychological doubts.

"I don't know if it's convenient for seniors to say the reason..."

"Do you know her identity?"

"do not know."

"She is the direct disciple of Siana, the Supreme Consul of the temple, and the only disciple. I think you should understand."

"What! The disciple of the Holy Maiden of Light, that is to say, she is basically the next Holy Maiden of Light!"

"Although there is a so-called selection test for the succession of the saint, from ancient times to the present, no one other than the disciples of the saint has won this test."

"That means……"

"Hehe, the world is impermanent, everything depends on fate." Lei Di said, took a sip of wine from the jug beside him, and then fell silent.

Seeing that the atmosphere suddenly became serious, Tianxiang took a sneak peek at Heisha, and found that she didn't mean to look at him directly, so he sighed helplessly.

"Boy, do you want to hear some gossip secrets?"

"Huh?" The atmosphere that was about to get serious was suddenly suspended by Tianxiang, Mu Lin was taken aback, and then looked at Tianxiang curiously.

"Do you want to listen or not?"

"Yes! Of course!"

Sometimes intelligence matters more than anything else.Some inconspicuous intelligence can often determine the outcome of a war.

Interesting gossip swept away the dull atmosphere once again, and it didn't take long for this small area to become lively again.

And this evening was destined to be a sleepless night. The human coalition forces, hundreds of miles away, suffered the biggest loss in history.

An eighth-level powerhouse was bought by the demons, and led the entire army to deviate from the route and walked into the largest sandstorm area in the blood desert.The sudden sandstorm caused countless powerful people to be attacked and died. After the sandstorm, less than half of the original number of people in the entire army could survive.Fortunately, Changsun Zhilei's light of heaven protected the Fengyun mercenary group, and Bekas' magic circle protected the Tiandao mercenary group, so the two groups were not damaged, and Bekas' magic circle was still intact. Because the range was enough to save the Sand King and his party and a few mercenary groups by the way, after the sandstorm, the survivors finally walked out of the danger zone before dawn, and at this time, the people sent by the Ruins of Glory had already rushed to the rescue. Now, with the escort of two ninth-level magicians, the exhausted troops can finally rest on horseback.

The exposure of eldest sun Zhilei's identity made her busy. From time to time, paladins and people who aspired to become paladins came to see this officer from the temple. It seemed a lot depressed.Only Sand King led his party back to the back of the entire army, and followed along to chat along the way.For Qing Ming, who was not good at communicating, it was even more of a headache.So Qing Ming simply pretended to be cold, and sat there meditating without saying a word.