An Lan's face was also extremely ugly. Although he was also a Mahayana monk and even a national preceptor of the Heavenly Demon Sanctuary, he had been hooking up with Dongfang Jing since the death of the late emperor.
Dongfang Jing's meaning is very clear. He wants to get the Demonic Sanctuary, and in the future it will be clearly controlled by Xuanyuan Wenyu, but in fact he is in control. But now, Lin Haoming is back, and he has come back after achieving Mahayana. He knows
, everything you do may be in vain, or even worse.
"National Master, hand over the Dharma plate!" Seeing his hesitation, Xuanyuan Wenyu also ordered at this time. After all, he was the master of the Demonic Sanctuary in name only.
Although Xuanyuan Wenyu spoke, An Lan did not listen to her. After all, his fall to Dongfang Jing was irreversible. At this moment, it was natural to see what Dongfang Jing wanted.
But before Dongfang Jing could speak, Xie Ruolan suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed An Lan directly in front of her without any warning.
Although An Lan had always been wary of Xie Ruolan, he did not expect that she would suddenly take action. Fortunately, he was not an ordinary person. He opened his mouth, sprayed out two small swords, one red and one basket, and stabbed Xie Ruolan's hand.
Xie Ruolan's hand suddenly stopped, and bloodshot threads shot out from his fingers. Except for the two people who were entangled with the two small swords, the rest of them were heading towards An Lan, and two of them were heading towards An Lan's hand that grabbed the restraining disk.
And went.
As a result, An Lan didn't even have time to put away the Dharma plate, so he could only retreat. But just as he was retreating, his feet suddenly stopped. Only then did he realize that dozens of blood threads had sprouted from the ground at some point.
, directly entangled his feet.
At this time, An Lan could only throw the magic disk, and then pointed at the two small swords. The small swords instantly drew two rays of light, one red and one basket, cutting off the blood threads entangled in him.
It's just that although An Lan cut off the blood thread and regained his freedom, the Dharma plate has also fallen into Xie Ruolan's hands. With only one face-to-face meeting, he can say that he has already lost.
After Xie Ruolan caught the magic disk, he fired two magic formulas in succession towards the magic disk, which immediately activated the power of the forbidden magic circle here to the extreme.
"Samsara, who is this fairy next to you?" Dongfang Jing looked at Xie Ruolan who was hiding the magic plate in An Lan's hand, and asked with some surprise.
In the short exchange just now, he had already seen how powerful Xie Ruolan was, and now that he had such an additional opponent, he felt a little uneasy.
"This is my disciple, Dongfang Jing. How do you think it compares to your disciple named Ye Yitian?" Xu Qianyun asked.
"Although Ye Yitian has advanced to the peak of the integration stage, it is not easy to take that step! I don't know where your disciple comes from, so I can learn how to recruit disciples in the future!" Dongfang Jing seemed to be extremely honest.
He replied, and at the same time he couldn't help but look at Xie Ruolan twice, feeling a little surprised, where did the Samsara Saint Ancestor find such an outstanding disciple.
"Haha, Dongfang Jing, I took this disciple from the lower realms. If you are willing, you can go to each lower realm to have a look!" Xu Qianyun answered him straightforwardly, but anyone who listened would only think that Xu Qianyun was having fun.
Dongfang Jing.
Dongfang Jing's face also darkened and he didn't say anything more.
At this time, the Holy King had already gotten up, but was hit hard by the Demon Dragon King. His whole body became bloodless, and his breath was a little disordered. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
But at this time, Lin Haoming had already walked up to him, staring at him with two sharp eyes.
Once upon a time, Lin Haoming was just a little person in his eyes who could be easily crushed to death. But now, only a few years ago, he had advanced to Mahayana. At this moment, he had to admire the late emperor's vision, but some things were not as good as God's.
To Lin Haoming, he could only sigh in the end and said: "Lin Haoming, it would have been better if you had come back a hundred years earlier!"
Lin Haoming can naturally hear what the Holy King is sighing about. Since Wen Yu has succeeded to the throne now, it is natural that she has practiced the secret technique that has cut off her own path. Even if she tries every means, Wen Yu can only survive at most.
Twelve heavenly tribulations have passed, and each time is only 3,600 years. As for the thirteenth heavenly tribulation, it is not possible to survive the early Mahayana cultivation level. The strength shown by Wenyu today may not be possible in the seventh heavenly tribulation.
A calamity may kill her. In other words, she can only be guaranteed to live for eighteen thousand years from the time she practices the secret technique. As for how much effort it will take to live for a few more years in the future, she doesn't know.
Just like her father, he only survived eight heavenly tribulations and finally died under the ninth. Lin Haoming knew from the suicide note left by Su Hanqing's ancestor that the Demonic Empire continues to this day, and the Demonic Holy Emperors of all dynasties
, the most powerful one only survived eleven heavenly tribulations, and finally died under the twelfth heavenly tribulation.
Originally, Lin Haoming still had some luck in her heart, hoping that the strength Wen Yu was showing now was her own, but now her last hope was shattered.
The complete loss in his heart made Lin Haoming feel very uncomfortable. An unspeakable anger burned in his heart, and a powerful aura burst out from his body.
"Husband, don't ask any more questions. This is my choice. Wenyu is already satisfied with having so much time to spend with you!" Sensing the change in Lin Haoming's aura, Xuanyuan Wenyu, who had just stepped away, immediately ran away.
come over.
Feeling her tenderness, Lin Haoming felt unspeakable pain in his heart, but facing Wen Yu, he did not want to express this pain, so he finally held her in his arms again.
Seeing them like this, Dongfang Jing thought about it and said: "Lin Haoming, it's her father's fault that Wen Yu is like this. Since you are back and have advanced to Mahayana, why not just take control of this demon sanctuary?"
Got it!"
Hearing this, Lin Haoming was a little surprised. He looked at Dongfang Jing and couldn't help but think about what the old fox was thinking.
The Demon Dragon Emperor also asked doubtfully at this time: "Fellow Taoist Dongfang, what do you mean?"
"It's not interesting. I just can't stand my son-in-law, so I want to help my grandson-in-law and let him be the master of this domain. Wen Yu is already pitiful enough. I don't want her to have to worry about domain matters!
"At this moment, Dongfang Jing seems to have really become an elder who loves her granddaughter.
"Dongfang Jing, stop pretending. I don't know what you are thinking. By letting Lin Haoming be the domain master, I think you have seen through that he has no intention of competing for hegemony. So once Wen Yu leaves, you will have an excuse to take over this place."
It's a realm, after all, Lin Haoming is not from the Xuanyuan family." At this time, Xu Qianyun immediately revealed Dongfang Jing's thoughts.
Dongfang Jing found that his thoughts were easily seen through, and his face suddenly became ugly.