Fast time travel, this boss is the villain

"What's in it..." Something?

Ling Yun and Yu Luo came back, Ling Yun heard Yang Ziyan screaming inside but suddenly fell silent, the door was closed tightly, thinking that something happened, he stretched out his hand to push the door open.

Yuluo took out a fan and tapped him on the head, stopped him, and signaled him to shut up with a look, then set a barrier for the room, led Lingyun and left.

Ling Yun was wronged, was beaten by her for the first time, but didn't dare to say anything more, his eyes were extremely pitiful and wronged, so he could only obediently be led by her.

In my heart, I was still happy for Yuluo to hold hands.

All of a sudden, I was wronged and happy.

As for what happened to Yang Ziyan just now... It's none of his business, and it caused him to be beaten by Yuluo.

I don't know if Ling Yun believes it or not, but if Yu Luo hadn't stopped him just now, he might have been killed by Yun Zi (just kidding, at most he would hate him to death, after all Yun Zi couldn't beat him).

"You hit me..."

As soon as Yu Luo brought Ling Yun into the room, before turning around, he found that his hand was grabbed by someone again: "Sorry..."

Thinking that it was indeed his fault just now, this time Yuluo let him lead.

Tears were welling up in the purple pupils, and the eyes were red as if he had suffered some great grievances. His appearance was clearly that of a demon, but Ling Yun couldn't do this pitiful expression. without any sense of incongruity.

His voice also lowered, with a bit of resentment: "This is the first time you hit me..."

"Feel sorry……"

"Don't ever say sorry to me!"

I don't like hearing you say sorry to me, it's between strangers, we... are not strangers.

"it is good……"

"Then why did you hit me just now?" Ling Yun suddenly asked the point,

"Why don't you let me go in and have a look?"

"Yang Ziyan is fine, I just heard Yunzi's voice, Yunzi...will not hurt Yang Ziyan..."

But what he did to her, Yuluo had roughly guessed.

It's better not to disturb other people's good things.

Yu Luo curled his lips into a shallow smile, and his hand was still held by Ling Yun: "You have contributed the most to eliminating the demon this time, and the master will reward you well!"

"Yang Ziyan and Yun Zi have their own affairs to solve, you'd better not disturb them!"

"It was my fault for hitting you, I hope you can forgive me."

Well, she didn't say sorry this time, but it meant something along the lines of it.

Ling Yun opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, Yu Luo spoke again, and withdrew his hand by the way: "Okay, today you wiped out that demon by yourself, you must be tired, now take a good rest!"

"Also, I have to go back to the sect to retreat. It will take at least 20 years."

"Your talent is really high. I hope that when I see you again, you can...know everything you want to know."

This person has a nice smile, very relaxed, very gentle, like a jade bamboo growing on a cliff, with sunshine, rain and dew, and mountain breeze, approachable but untouchable.

It is full of temptations for people, but it is also ruthlessly dangerous, and nothing can shake him a little.

"Then... let me borrow your good words!"

Ling Yun smiled, and at the same time shed a tear imperceptibly, which made people feel distressed and ridiculously unaware.

Yu Luo also responded with a smile. After getting along with Ling Yun again for two months, Ling Yun's life seemed to have returned to peace.

--split line--

"Brother Ling, Ling Daozong was attacked by monsters, and now he asks us for help again, shall we help again..."

"No help." The ice-like voice sounded. In this quiet hall, apart from the majesty, there was only the coldness that strangers should not get close to.

The disciple quickly said yes, and quickly backed away. It wasn't until he completely exited the hall that he felt that the almost suffocating feeling of depression had healed.

The hall was so quiet that he suspected that even breathing in it was wrong.

But who let Ling Yun manage the sect now, and his terrifying talent directly made him a Mahayana Dzogchen now.

It's too perverted, okay?

This is the coercion from the strong man himself. The disciples are in awe and at the same time they are very jealous. People like this are born to be favored by heaven, so why not themselves?

After thinking about it, this disciple left, and before he left, he did not forget to cast a vicious glance at the hall.

The head of the sect disappeared, and the other elders retreated and recuperated, and recuperated their wounds. If it weren't for Ling Yun, Xuanmingzong would be in disarray.

And Ling Daozong, in the name of asking for help last time, secretly murdered several elders and disciples of Xuanmingzong at this time, and Ling Yun came out to rescue those elders and those disciples.

Lin Qingqing is still in retreat, and Yang Ziyan and Yun Zi are also in retreat to heal their injuries because of the serious injury last time.

The big white tiger in black and white was crouching beside the man, yawned lazily, and lay quietly on its stomach.

It has become a habit for the man on the main seat to look down at the empty hall expressionlessly.

Dressed in black and vermilion, with cold eyes and light eyes, lips as thin as roses and hair as dark as ink, like three feet of poisonous ice that cannot be touched or admired.

The aloofness between his eyebrows and eyes is even colder.

And the white tiger next to him, with hanging eyes and white forehead, the tiger's eyes are slightly closed, and there is a trace of evil spirit on his body, which is very attractive.

Ling Yun didn't speak, and Xiao Bai didn't speak, the whole hall was dead silent and cold because of the two of them.

[Host, Ling Yun has already completed the Mahayana period, and that piece of jade has already begun to play a role. ] 001 looked at Yu Luo, a lazy monster next to him, and stared directly at Ling Daozong's protective barrier in front of him with peach blossom eyes.

Behind them are the elders and disciples of Ling Daozong who are ready to form formations. Those who can control the sword are controlling the sword, and those who cannot control the sword are forming formations on the ground.

"King." Hu Han knelt on the ground alone, and in front of him was an extremely luxurious big bed. The gauze curtains made of light cicada gauze all around made the figure of the person on the bed only faintly visible.

Incomparably arrogant and mysterious.

[This is the correct way for you to appear as host! ] 001 is still the little blood-red snake.

The black magic army was shocking, and there were several rows of several-meter-high monsters in front, and the only big red bed stood out very prominently.

"Go and take revenge." The gauze curtain slightly lifted, and Li Wen, the head of Taoist sect, caught a glimpse of a pair of casual but indifferent peach blossom eyes.

He got angry:

"Devil King! You are disturbing the peace of the world! You are cruel and merciless! Today I ordered Daozong to do justice for the heavens! Get rid of you, the devil king, to preserve the peace of my world!"

Li Wen took out his natal weapon, the double-edged sun and moon, and faced the demon army.

It's a foregone conclusion, and he is still dying, it's ridiculous to be overconfident.

Speaking of which, Li Wen, the head of Ling Daozong, is quite weird. He knows about the fact that his own sect can kill each other, but he never stops him. More people came to their sect and killed each other together.

Jin Jin is one of them, but she is considered lucky.

And he is now, in the middle of the Mahayana period.