"Miss Lin."

After these few words fell, Yang Zhao's heart trembled, his body stopped unconsciously, and he turned to look at the woman in plain clothes.

Yang Zhao heard these three words mentioned by those behind him more than once. When the three of them were parting, he once regretfully said, "It's a pity that I haven't met my siblings yet."

It was an unintentional remark, but now that he suddenly saw it, Yang Zhao seemed to understand everything instantly.

At this time, Yang Zhao did not notice that the hand of the person behind him had been placed on his Dantian at some unknown time.

A dazzling colorful light pours out from here towards the sky!

In the end, countless colorful rays of light intertwined, converged, and merged, forming a milky white light that rushed toward the woman in plain clothes.

Lin Chengshuang just stared at the man with a dull look of twilight, and finally understood why this man, even if he risked his life, came to this demon clan just to bring back to her the things that had been used to save his life.

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The source has taken over, and the sound of dragons roars between heaven and earth!

Lin Chengshuang's originally weak aura climbed to its peak at this moment!

Many creatures in this world are all looking this way. The aura coming from that plain-clothed body is clearly trying to connect with this world!

This is the vision of the birth of the Demon King.

The two fighting figures in the sky also stopped at this time and looked towards the top of the mountain.

The swordsman in the bamboo hat didn't care at all about the woman's movements, but looked at Zhou Qingmu on Yang Zhao's body.

"My junior brother seems to have a very powerful lover, but I'm afraid he won't be able to stand up to his appearance." The swordsman said with a smile.

Immediately, the swordsman in the bamboo hat turned to look at the Lord of Black Pool and said solemnly: "If you survive the last sword attack, I will no longer cause trouble for you in Black Pool!"

The Lord of the Black Pool waved his sleeves with a calm expression, as if he was already walking like a zombie.

Just a moment later, there was another stormy battle between heaven and earth!

A shocking sword light descended from the clouds and was inserted into the body of a huge black dragon, causing blood to splash everywhere.

But now, even if he finally breaks through after such a long time, it can no longer make Lin Chengshuang's heart waver at all.

"Can you put him down?" Lin Chengshuang said softly.

Yang Zhao was startled, looked at the white-haired man behind him, and finally nodded.

On a flat rock, Lin Chengshuang controlled his energy to support Zhou Qingmu's body, with tears in his eyes, holding his face in his hands, but he said with a smile: "Fool, you risk your life for me, is it worth it?

"

It sounded like a woman's aggrieved and angry words, but she said them word by word with a tearful tone.

But the white-haired man's eyes never wavered, leaving only an old look.

At this already sad time, it becomes even more desolate.

The man with white hair as white as snow in front of her did not respond to her, perhaps because he was unable to answer anymore.

"Oh, I said you should stop focusing on sadness. There's no point in crying. Let me save his last breath first! If he really loses his soul, you will regret it in this life. You won't see him again in the future.

My junior brother is such a kind-hearted person!" The swordsman in a bamboo hat appeared behind Lin Chengshuang at some point.

Lin Chengshuang turned around: "Who are you?"

However, the swordsman in the bamboo hat just smiled slightly and did not reply directly. Instead, he came to her side and bent down slightly, stretched out a finger and placed it between Zhou Qingmu's eyebrows, sighing: "How can you not protect your face? Mingming

You are so handsome! You are fine now. It was not easy to find a wife, but it still makes the little girl worry so much."

As the true energy from his fingertips gathered at the center of Zhou Qingmu's eyebrows, a golden lotus shadow slowly emerged. At this time, the swordsman turned to Lin Chengshuang and smiled slightly: "Brothers and sisters, a drop of good luck to you

The imperial realm essence and blood come from me. I am just a clone now because I am on my way, and I don’t have the ability to create blood!”

When Lin Chengshuang was called by him, a blush appeared on her flawless little face involuntarily. Although she didn't understand why the person in front of her behaved like this, she did not hesitate and condensed a drop of blood on her fingertips.

Delivered to Zhou Qingmu’s forehead.

The swordsman turned his head and looked at his junior brother's pale face and the drop of Demon King's essence blood that could make millions of people jealous. An imperceptible arc appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then, with a slight movement of his finger, the drop of essence blood actually appeared.

It slowly blends into the golden lotus shadow.

A golden light containing a sacred aura instantly rose into the sky. If you look carefully, you can vaguely see a hovering shadow of a real dragon in the light column.

Yang Zhao also put away his sadness at this time, his face slightly condensed, and he stared at the beam of light.

He was not familiar with this person. When he was still on his way, this guy suddenly came from behind. If he hadn't claimed to be Xiao Mu's senior brother and cleared this obstacle for Yang Zhao, I'm afraid Yang Zhao wouldn't have ignored him.

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Lin Chengshuang had also stood up. This sacred light enveloped Zhou Qingmu's whole body. Even she could only see a little mystery. But she was certain that the gentle energy contained in this light was very important to Zhou Qingmu now.

It won't do any harm to say so.

I saw the golden light suddenly turned into drops of golden liquid, falling like rain and covering Zhou Qingmu's whole body. At this time, except for his white hair, his whole person had also turned into a "golden man". Finally, the golden liquid

The shadow of the lotus suddenly grew larger and merged with the remaining golden light, slowly condensing into a kind-faced old man in cassock behind Zhou Qingmu, holding Buddha beads and chanting unknown scriptures.

Naturally, the old monk Yang Zhao recognized him as the old saint Chenbei.

However, the illusory swordsman in the bamboo hat immediately bowed his hands and said with a smile: "I would like to pay my respects to senior Chenbei and thank him for his past gifts on behalf of my little junior brother."

The old saint slowly opened his eyes, stretched out one hand and placed it on Zhou Qingmu's head, and waved slightly with the other hand, as if responding to the swordsman in the bamboo hat.

But as soon as the old saint put his hand on Zhou Qingmu's head, the golden liquid remaining on the surface of Zhou Qingmu's body actually slowly entered Zhou Qingmu's body under the gaze of everyone. His body was almost exhausted.

His vitality and soul are slowly showing signs of spring again at this time.

"In this way, can he really survive?" Lin Chengshuang's cold voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the middle-aged swordsman wearing a bamboo hat.

Even Lin Chengshuang, who has been in the Beiming Royal Family since childhood and has now become the new Demon Emperor of the Dragon Clan who has attained the realm of the Emperor, has never heard of anything in this long journey of cultivation that can bring a person who has almost been buried into the ground again.

Something that revitalizes.

But the swordsman in the bamboo hat just walked to Yang Zhao's side, put one hand on Yang Zhao's shoulder, and took out a wine gourd with the other hand at some point, took a big sip, and finally said casually: "Original.

, there is nothing I can do about the fact that all these people are going to be gone. Fortunately, my little junior brother has a very good opportunity. The old saint Chenbei left behind great luck and gifts, and now I add a drop of your essence and blood.

, just enough to awaken the remnant soul of the old saint before my little junior brother completely dies. He will definitely survive, but I am afraid that my little junior brother will suffer a lot in his future cultivation path!"

After hearing this, Lin Chengshuang did not reply, but instead cast a pair of beautiful eyes on the white-haired man.

Yang Zhao, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously took out the wine gourd that had not been replaced for many years from his waist, and took a swig.

Time passed quickly, and the golden liquid left on Zhou Qingmu's surface had almost disappeared. And behind him, the illusory old monk now looked even older.

"The poor monk has tried his best so far. The little benefactor has been lucky enough to be brought back to life by me. As for when he will wake up, it still depends on the fate of God." The old monk finally raised his old palm and said to the heaven and earth.

He chanted the Buddha's name and left his last words, turning into golden light spots and gradually dissipating.

Everyone bid farewell to this old saint who continued to leave blessings to future generations until his death, and finally unanimously turned their attention to the white-haired young man who now looked like an old monk in trance.

I saw the golden lotus shadow between Zhou Qingmu's eyebrows, shattered at this moment, and there was no trace of it anymore.

The swordsman in the bamboo hat suddenly became sad, raised his head to look at the long sky, and said softly: "There are so many cool autumns in life!"

As each word fell, the clone of the swordsman in a bamboo hat also collapsed at this moment.

However, neither Yang Zhao nor Lin Cheng noticed that there was suddenly a flash of green light in Zhou Qingmu's empty eyes.

But at this time, Lin Chengshuang, who was always dressed in plain clothes, seemed to notice something. He suddenly turned his head and looked around. He saw a middle-aged man in black robe standing on the lake not far away. It was the black pool.

Lord.

But now the body of the Lord of the Black Pool was pierced by a sword energy, and blood was dripping continuously. Although his life was not in danger, even after he took the sword, he still had to

Cultivated for a long time.

Lin Chengshuang's indifferent eyes fell on the Lord of the Black Pool. The power of the Demon King that still existed in the world made the old Lord of the Black Pool tremble. He saw her.

He said from a hundred miles away: "I have seen the past. Although you, Black Pool, touched my people today, the fault was not yours. The human being had already taught you a lesson before, and you, Black Pool, also suffered heavy losses. If you have the heart to repent,

, and take the remnants of your Black Pool to the border. If not, I don’t mind losing one Black Pool in Beiming today!"

Although Lin Chengshuang's words seemed to be unwilling to stir up any more disputes, everyone could see today that the newly promoted Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan was very angry now!

The Lord of Black Pool sighed softly, as if he had grown much older today, and bowed from a distance at the end, "On behalf of Black Pool, I would like to thank the Demon Emperor for today's kindness."

After that, the entire Beiming Black Pool Jiao Clan rushed to the border, no longer seeing the remaining power of the past.

In fact, the Lord of Beiming knew in his heart that even if the Dragon King's daughter said so, she might not necessarily kill his people in Blackpool today. Beiming, which is now in decline, cannot afford to lose any more.

Inheritance. But in her heart, it was really difficult to swallow this bad breath for Zhou Qingmu who almost paid the price with his life, and she was indeed very angry in her heart.
Chapter completed!