The last ridge of Linghuang Peak, further north, is no longer the boundary of Tingyanlong.
The Spirit Emperor and the shrunken nine-headed demonic snake were floating on the floating clouds, chatting happily.
"I didn't expect that one of the two great lords of the Lingyan Tribe was actually the guardian sent by the Holy Mountain, Lord Lingqing. I was so offended just now."
"Brother Jiutou, you're welcome."
Lingqing revealed his identity as soon as possible, thus avoiding an unnecessary fight between the two powers.
The Nine-Headed Demonic Snake learned from her that the guardians of the four major forces under the Kunlun Mountains had a very strict hierarchy. The superiors knew the subordinates, but the subordinates did not know the identity of the superiors at all.
Lingqing knew about the existence of the Nine-Headed Demonic Snake. Not long ago, she broke the rules and sent Lingshuo and others to Wudu Ze. The biggest purpose was not to seize the spirit stones, but to spy on the reality of Wudu Ze - because Ting Yanlong was currently
The situation is extremely unfavorable to her.
But Lingqing didn't understand why the nine-headed demon snake dared to leave his post without permission and enter Tingyanlong, so he asked:
"Why are you here? Leaving work without permission is a serious crime in the Holy Mountain."
"Lord Lingqing, someone will answer this question for me."
The Nine-Headed Demonic Snake still respects Lingqing quite a bit, not only because the other party's cultivation level is a few points higher than his own, but also because of the status rules passed down from the Holy Mountain through the ages.
"Oh? Who is it?"
"Haha, Lord Spiritual Emperor, we meet again."
As soon as Lingqing finished speaking, she heard a familiar voice coming from behind her. She turned around quickly and saw Lingshuo's sword flying towards him.
"It turns out to be you."
Lingqing was neither surprised nor angry, but instead showed a mysterious smile.
"It seems that my outfit has not escaped your notice."
Bai Yunsheng took off his clothes as he spoke and returned to his original appearance, with white hair and black clothes, and a cold expression.
Lingqing looked at the strange young man in front of him, and suddenly felt cautious in his heart, and smiled unnaturally: "There is no flaw in your disguise, but I sent two teams to Wudu Ze, and the team other than Lingshuo has already returned.
Tell me what happens there."
"Haha, it seems that there are people under the Kunlun Mountains who are both strategic and strategic. Not bad, not bad."
It was rare for Bai Yunsheng to smile, which relieved a lot of the depression of being discovered.
"Lingqing still doesn't know your name."
The Spirit Emperor's words became extremely cautious because she noticed that from the moment the white-haired young man appeared, the nine heads of the nine-headed demon snake around her were gathered together and became extremely respectful.
The demon snake heard Lingqing's words and immediately said:
"Lord Lingqing, this is the Holy Mountain Master, Bai Yunsheng!"
"What!?"
Lingqing's expression changed faster than his voice. When he focused his eyes again, he saw Bai Yunsheng's mysterious smile and a bloody long sword beside him.
Lingqing's surprise was like a stream in a mountain stream, rising and falling suddenly. Then, for the first time in her life, she knelt down on one knee and said firmly:
"Listen to Yanlong Lingqing and pay homage to the young master."
No one has ever seen it before, but Lingqing can still clearly recognize this supreme sacred weapon of the Holy Mountain - the Divine Sword of Eternal Life.
"I have two purposes for this trip." Bai Yunsheng did not hesitate and went straight to the point, "The first is to enter Kunlun, and the second is to find out the situation of the four major forces. A hundred years ago, you stole the flute and left the Lingyan tribe. I want to think about something
It can’t be that simple, right?”
"Master Mingjian, I have no choice but to reach this point."
As a woman, the Spiritual Emperor felt a bit more like a woman now, and she briefly told Bai Yunsheng the twists and turns.
It turns out that a hundred years ago, Lord Lingxiao suddenly made a secret appointment with Lingqing, discovered her identity as a disciple of the Holy Mountain, and threatened her to hand over the Oracle Spiritual Stone.
The position of caretaker of the Lingqing inheritance had not been connected with the Holy Mountain for hundreds of thousands of years at that time. Being isolated and helpless, he could only temporarily agree to delay it.
Later, Lingqing left the Lingyan Clan with the Divine Flute of Compassion, and started a fierce confrontation with the Lingyan Clan due to the conflicts between them and other tribes.
"You and Lingxiao are equally powerful. No one in Tingyanlong can keep you." Bai Yunsheng pondered for a moment and continued, "Unless someone is helping Lingxiao."
"What the young master said is absolutely true. The biggest reason why I was forced to leave is that Lingxiao actually has a token of the Holy Snake King in his hand!"
Lingqing became very angry when he thought of this incident.
"Holy Snake King?"
Bai Yunsheng frowned.
The nine-headed demon snake on the side was also extremely surprised when it heard this name. It then explained via voice transmission:
"Sir, the Holy Snake King is also from the Holy Mountain. His name is Langsha. I was originally in charge, but according to Lord Lingqing's words, he should now be the guardian of the Four Snakes Valley."
"You mean, Lang Sha betrayed Kunlun?"
Bai Yunsheng slowly narrowed his narrow eyes, which were full of bloody coldness.
He hates betrayal most in his life, especially when others betray him!
Lingqing's body trembled coldly. He was startled by Bai Yunsheng's sharp momentum. He hesitated for a moment and said:
"Sir, Langsha is the leader of the four snake kings in the Four Snakes Valley. His cultivation has reached the peak of the Blue Soul Realm. His subordinates are really invincible. I made the decision at that time after careful consideration."
"It has nothing to do with you." Bai Yunsheng's cold eyes were really unbearable. He continued, "Let's put this matter aside for now. Let me ask you, is Ting Yanlong's oracle spirit stone in Lingxiao's hands?"
"The spiritual stone is not with him."
Bai Yunsheng was a little surprised by Lingqing's answer, so he asked:
"Is it here with you?"
"No, not here either."
With that said, Lingqing took out the golden flute and held it in both hands: "Sir, the oracle stone is in the flute."
Bai Yunsheng picked up a golden flute and asked in an interesting tone, "A flute of mercy?"
Then, after taking a closer look, he discovered that there were some flaws in the treasure and said:
"This thing seems incomplete."
"Young Master has a keen eye. The flute of mercy is divided into a golden flute and a blood flute. The gold is for good, sympathizing with all living beings; the blood is for evil, punishing the world. I got the gold flute, but the blood flute is still in Lingxiao's hand. Only the divine flute is perfect.
Only then can the oracle spirit stone be summoned."
Lingqing's words relieved Bai Yunsheng's doubts. He returned the golden flute to Lingqing and said:
"Then get ready, let's go get the oracle spirit stone."
Bai Yunsheng has never been a sloppy person. With the order, he has already flown to Linghuang Peak.
This vigorous and resolute style made Lingqing slightly stunned, and then he chased after him with the nine-headed demon snake.
This strong man in the camp who had been having trouble sleeping and eating for nearly a hundred years finally miraculously calmed down.
This seems to be a kind of magic, not only the appearance of Bai Yunsheng, but also the belief planted by Lingqing the moment he accepted the inheritance of the guardian.
Belief in Kunlun.
Belief in the underworld.
Three days and two nights seemed extremely long to Lord Lingxiao.
Naturally, he wouldn't believe what Bai Yunsheng said a few days ago when he pretended to be a stranger, but for some reason he felt a little hopeful.
Now that two-thirds of Tingyanlong's territory has fallen under Lingqing's command, the Lingyan clan's dominance for countless years is in jeopardy, and Lingxiao, as the lord, has naturally endured the heaviest pressure.
On the third day, dusk arrived.
"call!"
A gust of wind pierced the silence of Lingzun Mountain and went straight to the Lingzun Hall. The burly guards raised their heads to pay attention, with alert expressions on their faces.
The wind is like a thunderbolt, passing by without leaving a trace.
The light of the sword is the light of blood, and the figure is the shadow of green.
Before he could blink, people and swords had already rushed into the hall.
The guards on the long steps looked at each other for a moment, but no one chased after him. They recognized this aura and it was that of the mysterious man who forced his way into the Lingzun Palace three days ago.
"Lord Spirit Master."
Bai Yunsheng's indifferent voice sounded like a ghost in the hall. Lingxiao had long sensed this sharp murderous aura and cleared away the attendants around him.
At this time, Lingxiao opened his eyes calmly and saw Bai Yunsheng, who was dressed in blue and had a cold face, holding someone in his hand.
"Crack!"
Bai Yunsheng waved his hand and threw the person under Lingxiao's seat, causing Lingxiao's expression to change slightly, then returned to normal, and asked:
"Friend, you promised me to get the flute of mercy. What do you mean by that?"
"Hmph." Baiyun Shengpi said with a smile, "Since you believe what I say, why would you send people to follow me again and lose a general in vain? Don't you think it's a pity?"
Bai Yunsheng's words were like nails on Lingxiao's body. Fortunately, the cultivation of the camp was not in vain. Lingxiao smiled awkwardly and said with relief:
"Brother, you are worrying too much. This person's name is Ling Mo. He has surrendered to the Ling Emperor a long time ago. He is a traitor to our Lingyan tribe. He has been hiding near Lingzun Mountain. I can't find him. I didn't expect that he was killed by me. I would like to thank you so much."
tower."
"Oh? The Spirit Emperor's people?" Bai Yunsheng pretended to be dubious and said, "In that case, forget it."
"Haha, I'm really sorry for making you angry. I wonder how you are doing with the things you promised me?"
Lingxiao changed the topic with one sentence and waved his hand to turn the body of his leader Yu Yanwei into ashes.
Bai Yunsheng stopped talking nonsense, took out a golden transverse flute, and said with a proud face: "Here is the flute of mercy."
As soon as he saw the golden flute, Lingxiao held back his eyes that were about to pop out and said excitedly:
"Quick, show me quickly!"
"Wait!" Bai Yunsheng raised his right hand, put away the golden flute, and said coldly, "Where is the thing I want?"
As soon as these words came out, it was like a basin of cold water was poured on Lingxiao's head. A hint of displeasure quickly flashed across his face, and he pretended to suddenly say:
"Haha, when I saw the sacred object in my clan, I was so happy that I forgot about everything. Don't worry, brother, if the sacred object is in good condition, I will offer it to you with both hands!"
Bai Yunsheng stared at Lingxiao with his sharp eyes, like two ice picks nailing a fox's tail. He sneered:
"Okay, Spirit Master has trusted me before, so naturally I can trust Spirit Master, take the flute of mercy!"
Then he threw the golden flute to Lingxiao.
Lingxiao couldn't wait to throw out his karma, and got the golden flute. He could no longer hold back the greedy green light in his eyes, and he could see that he was in a state of ecstasy when he touched the flute.
After a while, Lingxiao put away the mercy flute, looked at Bai Yunsheng with a sunny face, and said:
"Brother, please come with me."
Saying this, he walked towards the back hall without any hesitation.