Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 675: Born for Love (1)
Lingjiu: "..."

"Don't worry." Finally, he successfully responded to Lingjiu once, but Zi Cheshu didn't notice it.

Lingjiu said silently: "I'm not afraid, I'm just..." Her silent expression suddenly broke out, she stared at Zi Cheshu with tears in her eyes, and pointed at the ruins of the palace: "Teacher, what about the treasure hall? The treasure inside is Not all were destroyed!"

Zi Cheshu: "..."

The flower funeral person who was watching: "..."

The tense atmosphere was completely shattered.

Although Zi Cheshu really wanted to pry open Lingjiu's head to see what was inside that made her still care about the baby.But thinking of the consequences, he didn't do it in the end.

"Don't make trouble." Zi Cheshu explained, and then his figure disappeared in place.

Lingjiu thought that he should be dealing with the stability of the ruins. After all, Song Xueyi made too much noise, which surprised Lingjiu, who had always believed that he was excellent.

"Master, Ta." Yunling's voice came into Lingjiu's head.

"Don't worry, you are indispensable." Lingjiu replied, but did not leave.

Although she didn't say anything, she was really concerned about Song Xueyi's situation in her heart.

At such a time, how could she leave Song Xueyi's side.

"I'll go by myself." Yunling's voice came again.

Before Lingjiu realized what it meant, it felt very hot, as if something was about to come out, but it must not come out without her consent.

Lingjiu sensed Yunling's emotions, "Be careful." Then she let go of its restraint.

A light and shadow emerged from Lingjiu's palm, and quickly moved towards the Zhenling Pagoda.

When the flower burial man saw it, his eyes were fixed, and he suddenly remembered that the figure he saw was so blurry at the beginning, so she thought it was a magic spell, but now that he thinks about it, maybe it was... "What is this? "She asked Lingjiu calmly.

Lingjiu said without looking back: "A treasure's spirit."

Artifact spirit——!
The florist felt that he had caught something.

She really wanted to ask what was on her mind, but seeing Lingjiu staring straight ahead, she moved her lips and still didn't say anything.

At this time, Zi Cheshu's figure appeared again, and he said, "Is the thing that devoured Zhenling Pagoda yours?"

Lingjiu nodded: "Yes."

A look of shock flashed in Zi Cheshu's eyes, but it didn't show on the surface.

When Lingjiu said before that he wanted the Zhenling Pagoda, he didn't believe it too much. After all, a treasure of the Zhenling Pagoda's level can't be swallowed, but it's easier to destroy it.That's why he felt that Lingjiu was simply messing around, trying to destroy the Zhenling Pagoda.

It's just that when he saw a certain one really devouring the Zhenling Pagoda just now, he almost did it directly, and then thought of the Lingjiu before holding back.

What is the origin of his two disciples?As soon as this idea came to mind, Zi Cheshu thought of something that was right, and a strange look flashed in his eyes when he looked at Lingjiu.

Lingjiu noticed it and looked at him sideways, "Huh?"

"It's nothing." Zi Cheshu looked away.

Lingjiu asked: "Is the matter settled?"

Zi Cheshu knew what she was asking and nodded.

At this time, the three people's attention fell on Song Xueyi.

After the palace collapsed, Song Xueyi's figure was still hard to see, because the sword energy was almost frozen, and even his eyes could be cut when he looked over.

Roar--!
A dragon roar.

There was another change before my eyes.

A silver dragon seemed to rise out of the ground. The scales all over its body were exquisite but sharp. It was clean and holy. At the same time, it exuded the icy luster of cold blades, like blades of blades. .

It roared, soared, getting bigger and longer, the clouds and air were churned by it, it hovered in mid-air, and had already occupied the entire ruins of the palace, a pair of green eyes full of vitality, cold towards the spirit dove and the others. Look around.

It was a kind of aura that didn't require any deliberation, it was not angry but majestic. Bi was obviously full of vitality, but it was colder than anything else, because it was born to be supreme.

"Sister Long." Lingjiu murmured, looking boldly at Yinlong, "You have become beautiful again."

The silver dragon has changed, there is a vertical mark between its brows, which cannot be seen unless you look carefully, but Lingjiu can clearly feel the dangerous and evil aura in the vertical mark.It's just being sealed and hasn't exploded yet.

Roar!
The silver dragon roared again, and then the brow marks trembled.

Its emerald green eyes were gradually stained with cruelty.

Zi Cheshu and the flower burial man were also stunned. It was the first time they had seen such a majestic and huge figure, especially Yinlong's eyes made them feel emotional!
The dharma form is not a real creature, but the condensation of the monk's mana, a necessary link to enter the derivative state.

It's just that the Dharma image in front of me has life and feelings, which is really amazing and unbelievable.

Although Zi Cheshu said that the Supreme Dharma has life, he has not actually seen it. Now that he sees it, he just feels that this life is considered satisfactory, and he is even more happy to have this inheritor.

His smile froze as soon as it rose, and his face suddenly changed again, "It wants to attack us!"

As soon as this sentence fell, Yinlong moved.

Its figure turned into a silver glow, and it arrived in front of the three of them in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, in their eyes, this is not a dragon, but a sword, a sword with astonishing momentum.

Zi Cheshu immediately took care of Lingjiu, and dragged her to another place.

Yinlong didn't know when it shrunk, like a dragon and a sword, and found the nearest target, which was the flower burial man.

At this moment, the face of the flower burial man also changed. She did not expect that the newly condensed Dharma image would be so terrifying, and it was too late for her to dodge it.

The dharma image totem condensed behind her, but the six-armed giant hadn't appeared yet, and Jianfeng had already arrived.

That's too late!

The flower burial man's pupils tightened.

"Don't move!" Lingjiu couldn't help shouting because she didn't want to see what happened to the flower burial man.

A fragrance of peach blossoms suddenly filled the air. In an instant, before Lingjiu could react, a peach blossom umbrella flew out of her Qiankun Spiritual Artifact and unfolded in front of the flower burial man.

The expected confrontation between the two did not occur.

The dragon sword stopped half an inch away from the peach blossom umbrella.

The peach blossom umbrella trembled slightly, and seemed to be trembling with the thrill of this moment.

At this time, the surrounding sword energy suddenly swayed, condensing ancient runes one after another, forming a talisman lock to wrap around the dragon sword and blend into its body little by little.

(End of this chapter)