Reflected on the virtual realm is the figure of a girl in green clothing bathing in fire and standing on the battlefield.
Ye Huaixin watched Sang Luo's moves, sat up slightly and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Fengli Sword, Divine Phoenix Fire."
The Fengli Sword was either a hundred thousand years ago, or it was with the cessation of the demonic war and the sinking of the Sin Continent into the lower realm. How could it be in her hands?
However, aren't the fourteen sin continents sealed in the lower realm?
First, the Immortal Killing Sword that had disappeared for hundreds of thousands of years appeared, and then a girl holding the Fengli Sword appeared in this place of exile. It was interesting.
On the battle stage of the Transformation of God Realm, Sang Luo held Feng Li in his hand, and the red flames raised the corners of his light cyan clothes gently.
Below, the monk she had forced down just now was yelling at Sang Luo,
"It's his grandma's, where's your yellow-haired girl? Do you know the rules of Shura Pagoda?"
Sang Luo looked back, very polite,
"Sorry, I just can't wait any longer."
Originally, the male cultivator had the potential to fight with her, but when he heard this apology, time was stuck in his throat. He held it in for a long time, and his face almost turned red. He finally said,
"You are sick!"
Is she apologizing?!
How could anyone apologize in Shura Tower?!
Be sick!
Sang Luo ignored the male cultivator and just stared at Lin Qinghan in front of him.
There was something very wrong with the young man in front of me.
The originally clear black eyes were now full of scarlet murderous intent.
The battle just now had consumed most of his energy.
No matter how cruel a person is, his body will be tired.
But he seemed to just stand there for a moment, then raised his sword and charged towards Sang Luo.
The long sword was filled with sword energy, and the surrounding air condensed into ice. There were no deliberate moves, only pure sword moves.
The sword moves at will, with murderous intent everywhere!
In the private room, Ye Huaixin accepted it and opened the door, bringing Taoist Yu Heng in.
Yu Heng still kept his body intact, dressed in white clothes like Sheng Xue, with a calm face, looking at Ye Huaixin with a smile on his lips,
"Master Ye, we meet again."
Ye Huaixin stood up from the collapse, sat at the jade table, and poured a cup of tea for Taoist Yuheng.
"You knew I was uneasy and well-intentioned, but you still came?"
In fact, he wanted to test Sang Luo's cultivation and combat prowess after fighting for a long time.
I just couldn't find the opportunity.
Now he is looking for someone to bring him here, but it is actually just for testing.
Unexpectedly, the girl had already delivered it to her door.
Yu Heng sat down at the table, raised his hand to pick up the cup of spiritual tea, with a smile on his lips, and his voice was cold, but it made people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze.
"This entire Chaos Islands belongs to the Ye family. No matter what Mr. Ye does, I have to come, right?"
If he wants him to come, there is always a way.
I just didn't expect that it would be this Shura Tower.
Yu Heng looked at Sang Luo on the battlefield, then at the young man opposite her, and calmly took a sip of tea.
However, I'm afraid I can't be kind today.
That girl Sang Luo always protects her shortcomings.
Now that Lin Qinghan appears here and has been tortured into this state, no matter what the consequences are, Sang Luo will definitely find a way to take him away.
Yu Heng placed the tea cup in his hand safely on the table, raised his eyes and looked at Ye Huaixin opposite,
"Master Ye, are you curious about why Sang Luo came from the sea but was not affected by the energy of chaos?"
Ye Huaixin's eyes flashed with surprise as he listened.
"Is my young master's thoughts so easy to guess?"
He put so much effort into it, yet he guessed it all at once, which shows how incompetent he is!