A bright moon hangs on the boundless night sky, shining on Ling Xi in prison.

Ling Xi meditated cross-leggedly, and his spiritual power fluctuations floated alternately on his body. In a blink of an eye, Ling Xi was absorbed again, and the refinement became more pure.

The cicadas squatted in the grass and sang noisily, and the other prisoners locked in the cell were so quarreled that they couldn't sleep, but Ling Xi was not aware of it.

At this time, he entered a magical state of meditation, and the rhythm of all things is contained in his breathing, guiding the fusion of spiritual power and soul.

The spiritual power no longer repels the soul, and the soul no longer devours the spiritual power. The two are intertwined and form a semicircular whole, which is combined into one.

Click.

With an undetectable crisp sound, Ling Xi felt something strange about him and couldn't help but open his eyes.

The white ice fog spiritual energy surrounded Lingxi, freezing the air out of ice crystals. The crisp sound just now was caused by the cracking of the ice crystals on the ground.

Ling Xi felt sorry for his spiritual power and wanted to reclaim the surrounding spiritual energy back into his body, but it was found that these spiritual energy were not controlled by him at all. Except for the extremely cold nature attributes in the spiritual energy, it had no connection with Ling Xi.

Ling Xi was confused and began to make random guesses.

Could it be that these spiritual energy were assimilated during cultivation?

This idea is very absurd and it is always lingering from Ling Xi's mind. He believes in his intuition, which saved him countless times in the fight between life and death.

Ling Xi began to open his eyes and try to operate the world, observing the changes in the spiritual energy around him. After practicing for another hour, he was unable to enter the state of meditation again. It was not until the moonlight left his body and shone elsewhere that Ling Xi had no choice but to give up.

"Xiao Ling? Are you here?" Ling Xi tried to communicate with Xiao Ling with her soul. Recently, Xiao Ling has always ignored him. Like that broken book, there are countless Ling Xi.

Ling Xi called out a few words, but Xiao Ling refused to respond and had to give up.

Ling Xi was about to take a break, but a sense of crisis suddenly surged in his heart. His soul stuck out and swept to the figure beside him.

"Ha, do you realize it now?" Ling Xi felt two cold things climbing onto his arm, and a numbness came from a woman's chuckling.

Ling Xi's arms lost their intuition and could no longer command them. He turned around and looked at the figure where it was.

She turned out to be the king envoy who had seen in Muzhou Prefecture before, and was looking at herself with a smile. A large hole was melted into an iron railing in the prison cell, which happened to allow a person to come in.

Ling Xi was not surprised at all. With his reputation as opposed to Wang Ting, the king envoy definitely knew him, otherwise he would not have asked to kill Ling Xi directly in the daytime.

"Ling Xi, why are you so stupid? You know you are dead, but you still have to come over." Shiying stroked Ling Xi's throat with her fingertips. He was about to avoid him, but an electric current burst out from his arms instantly, which made Ling Xi lose his strength and kneel down to the ground.

A layer of ice crystal was formed on his throat that was scratched by Shiying, which freezes into the inside through his skin, depriving Ling Xi of his ability to speak.

"Hehe." Shiying reached out and pressed Ling Xi's mask, uncovered the fig leaf for concealment, revealing Ling Xi's silver silk white and turbid eyes.

"Look at yourself, it's like this. Why not join my royal court? We have the longevity herb to help you stay alive."

Ling Xi's Adam's apple hurts, and there is a rustling sound, but he still can't say a word.

"You are in the Western Regions for this." Fortunately, Ling Xi still has a soul and uses the art of sound transmission to tell Shi Ying.

"What do you think?" Shiying looked at Ling Xi carefully and said with satisfaction: "It's a pity that you won't live long after practicing the Three Dharmas."

"It's hard to say who can live for how long. At least, you don't have the ability to take it away." Ling Xi sneered and stared at Shiying straight at her, her turbid eyes rarely lit up.

Shiying didn't know what she had, but she was a master who could break through the realm. She made a quick decision and saw the Dao Fire Sword appear in her hand for no reason, and cut it off towards Ling Xi's throat.

Ling Xi even felt the temperature of the Fire Sword and couldn't help but close his eyes.

A huge roar rose from Ling Xi's ear. A giant claw smashed through the ceiling made of earth, rock and cast iron from above.

Slap Shiying into the ground without mercy.

Ling Xi opened his eyes, and the owner of the giant claw rubbed it hard twice before pulling up his claws and bringing his head over.

Ling Xi was relieved when he saw Hongjing's purple auspicious eyes. He was still too careless and did not let Hongjing guard the side. If Hongjing had not rushed in time, he would have to explain here.

The floor tiles were suddenly broken open, and Shiying turned into a afterimage and fled in the air. With such a big noise, Hongjing was there, she could no longer kill Ling Xi.

"Who! Don't run!" Several prisoners shouted symbolically, and anyone could see that it was a breakthrough. They dared to chase after them when they were crazy.

Ling Xi's arms gradually regained consciousness, and he barely moved his body twice. The rootless fire appeared in his throat and placed it in his throat to burn frozen ice. Ling Xi had no sense of his spiritual flame, but the flame could easily roast the piece of ice.

Ling Xi cleared his throat, picked up the mask and put it on again, suddenly glanced at the prison guards and said, "Get me a new cell."

"Yes. Yes." Several jailers lit their heads like rattles, but they dared not agree. They quickly changed Ling Xi to the cleanest room.

Before Ling Xi could sit firmly in the room, Ma Lu hurried over with Ma Ying. Ma Lu turned around and drank the guards, pulled out the Longtang sword from his arms, and placed it on the table.

Ling Xi looked up at the road without saying a word.

Ma Lu slapped the table and said coldly: "How did you come from this sword?"

"General Ma, can you know the origin of this sword?" Ling Xi asked knowingly.

Ma Lu laughed without anger: "You should know more than me what it is. What does it mean when you bring it over?"

“Fully the promise.”

Ma Lu was stunned and didn't understand what he meant.

Ling Xi raised his hand and held the hilt of the sword, half-drawn the blade to sheath, revealing the bitter cold light: "The master of this sword and the power represented by this are gone."

"You... take it seriously?" Ma Lu was skeptical: "Who are you?"

"My name is Ling Xi." Ling Xi lifted up her right sleeve, revealing the lifelike black black unicorn pattern. The unicorn pattern roared on the clouds, majestic.

Both Ma Lu and Ma Ying's pupils shrank sharply, how could they not remember this unicorn pattern?

"You..." Ma Lu had already believed it for most of the time. When he saw the sword, he was filled with mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.

"I have fulfilled my promise, Longwu Pavilion has disappeared from this world."

Ma Lu took a deep breath and asked this unnutritious sentence: "What are you here to do?"

"I just want to advise you not to believe that envoy."

"Why? Do you want to kill you with her? Do you have any grudge against you with her organization? Do you know that if it weren't for her, our Red Han Army would not be able to grow. She saved millions of us!" Ma Lu stepped forward angrily when he heard this.

"Let me see your left arm." Ling Xi asked without much refuting.

Ma Lu and Ma Ying hesitated for a few times and lifted their sleeves.

Sure enough, Tian Ni's hideous blood-colored patterns were carved into the skin and spread wildly.

"Do you know what this is?" Ling Xi asked the brother and sister.

"This kind of exercise can greatly improve our realm, but it will only cause our lifespan to be a little lost." Ma Luxun hid his lines and explained.

"That's it?" Ling Xi couldn't help laughing, took off his mask, and at the same time exposed the Tiannian pattern on his left arm that was deeper than the traces of the brother and sister.

"This is the price of practicing Tianni."

Ma Lu and Ma Ying were both stunned and looked at Ling Xi in disbelief. Ma Ying kept blinking, unwilling to believe that Ling Xi had changed from a boy a few years ago to this.

"Will she give you some special herbs to assist you in your cultivation? That thing is the longevity grass they got from the Western Regions. I have a book here, you can check it carefully and verify the authenticity of what I said. Once you lose the supply of the longevity grass, you will die faster than me. The royal court just treats you as a tool that can be used, a sword that can be held in your hand. There is no need to obey them." Ling Xi took out the vermilion book and placed it on the table.

"Impossible!" Ma Lu still retorted: "The King's Envoy will not

It will harm us. She hopes that we can overthrow the Tianwu Empire and join forces with them!"

"Do you really think you can fight against the Tianwu Empire? The empire has nine provinces, and you have just occupied one state. We are very powerful and powerful. The soldiers of the Tianwu Empire are fifteen men, and there are still four million people! And every family in Muzhou has male men joining the Red Han Army, but only one million people. Where can you get the confidence? We are fighting against eight times the land, four times the army, and more than ten times the population!" Ling Xi analyzed the road speechlessly, and had to snort coldly and leave.

Ma Ying stayed in the house alone, looking at Ling Xi with a complicated expression.

"Ma Ying, I know your brother is still hating me. I'm sorry to him on my behalf."

"This is not your fault. The Longwu Pavilion is dead." Ma Ying's eyes were dim and she responded.

"You have to persuade your brother. I am not asking him to turn against him and join the Tianwu Empire, but let him see clearly that Wang Ting takes advantage of his purpose." Ling Xi said frankly, putting his mask back on.

"I can." Ma Ying took out a slightly wrinkled grass from her pocket: "This one should be what you call the longevity grass. You'll eat it."

Ling Xi chuckled when she saw this and refused to accept it: "This thing is more important to you than to me. I am used to it. You can't leave these things. If you change your appearance, how can you get married."

"You really look like my brother when you say this." Ma Ying said displeasedly: "Actually, my brother doesn't hate you. He likes He Shiying, it's the king's envoy. My brother is completely angry because you say bad things about her."
Chapter completed!