Chapter 1108： Xianxia is a bit salty (22)

Chapter 1108: Immortal Xia Is A Little Salty (22)

When the three-pointed two-edged sword was summoned by Xuan Lin.

Clouds swelled between heaven and earth, shaking from the control of Xia Ling's Yun Jian.

The man's silver hair moved slightly, his long sleeves fluttered, and his gray robe was mysterious and mysterious.

The third eye on the forehead opened slowly.

Click--

Divine light shrouded, and Xia Ling's cloud sword was directly released from his hands. In Xuan Lin's hands, he became Xuan Lin's weapon.

"Give up." Xuan Lin held the sword handle with Yu Wen in her hands, and looked at the nun who was empty.

The situation she was messing with was set by his three-pointed two-edged sword, and her magic weapon was dropped by his third eye.

He was the reincarnation of Erlang Zhenjun, who was in the Tianting Guan Jiangkou that year. How could a little monk compare with his reincarnation of the Celestial Fairy?

"Stop, why stop?"

Xia Ling wiped the blood on his lips.

The magical instrument was forcibly taken away, and the connection with her mind was broken. She was indeed injured.

However, he is Erlang Zhenjun, and she is his master in this life, how can he not stay behind?

Xia Ling looked up. She looked at the distant sky and opened her mouth.

A bright sob emanated from his mouth, and Tengu whistled.

With Silver Moon, her combat power can be doubled and enhanced. What is the concept of the two Mahayana periods? No matter how powerful Xuan Lin is, under the shackles of Xiuxian Realm, can he really play Erlang Zhenjun's strength?

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"Big dog ..."

Xuan Lin froze.

He didn't expect that Xiaotiangu would accompany him to this world.

"Yeah, how about that? You are my master, then what?"

"I've been with you for thousands of years. If you don't want it, you can look at me more. I'm a sky-shine dog. Should I guard you?

Xia Ling smiled coldly.

In the memory of the original owner she received, Erlang Zhenjun is really a guy with high eyes.

Even when the court of heaven was destroyed, she accompanied him to fight to the last moment. She blocked the enemy's sneak attack for him, and she died in his arms.

Howling dog, you die well.

There is only such an indifferent sentence, it seems that ten thousand years of loyalty and companionship are all due and a mission that must be completed.

However, she liked him so much, but he never looked at her squarely.

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"Do you hate me so much?" Xuan Lin's eyes flashed confused.

There is no hate for no reason in this world.

He hated Duan Xi to do whatever he wanted, but Duan Xi and him, once a partner who guarded each other for thousands of years, were born and died together. Before he died, he watched Duan Xi die in his arms.

However, she hated him.

"Why?" Xuan Lin looked at Xia Ling.

"Why?" Dark eyes were stained with ink.

Chengxian, soaring, Xuan Lin is not rare at all. At the moment when he became the demon ancestor, a faint voice told him in the face of the devout worship of the monks.

The immortal is nothing, the demon ancestor is his destination.

So, he doesn't care about Chengxian at all, he cares about ... his demon.

There are many times for entering the scene. The scene was forced by the woman, forcibly controlled by her, and the pictures he did to her were invading his dream repeatedly.

He should hate it.

However, thinking of Duan Xi as Xia Xia, Xuan Lin couldn't hate after all.

The sweet female voice took him out of trouble a little.

Duanxi is destruction, Xiaxia is hope.

Xuan Lin pursed her lips.

He looked at Xia Ling, who had a silver moon falling behind him.

In a moment, her black hair turned into a dark vine, dancing wildly, as if soaked with blood.

(End of this chapter)