Wild beast war god

The humanoid monster made a hoarse and terrifying voice, stared straight at Wangyou Mountain, and whispered: "But I can't see you right away. I'm here just to kill your senior sister...Wangqing!"

Ten days have passed since he left the Changye Imperial Capital, and Sikong Jing finally arrived at the Wangyou Sect.

For ten days, he had been standing on the deck of the god's empty ship, constantly fighting fiercely with the devil's heart. Of course, he was still deeply possessed by the devil, but his reason had gradually gained the upper hand.

This is Su Yuexi's contribution, and it is also a powerful manifestation of Sikong Jing's own will.

At the foot of Wangyou Mountain, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "Is this our divine empty ship, Senior Sister Wanghua's?"

As the voice fell, two lights and shadows rose into the sky.

Two women in snow clothes rode monster beasts to block the divine empty ship. They reported: "Senior Sister Wang Hua, the sect master is coming to find you. What happened in the Long Night Imperial Capital... huh? What kind of monster?"

Before they finished speaking, they saw Sikong Jing standing upright on the board of the ship.

In vain, Sikong Jing stretched out his claws and sucked them, and the two female Wangyou Sect disciples screamed and fell into his hands.

The cold, demonic voice rang in their ears.

"I want to find your senior sister, Wangqing."

"Take me to see her now and hide my existence, otherwise... you will die."

The rolling demonic intent blasted into the minds of the two women. Suddenly, the two women's whole bodies were shaken wildly. A feeling that they were powerless, unable to resist or even fell into hell arose spontaneously, and they nodded unconsciously.

Next, Sikong Jing escaped into the cabin, and the two women took the Shenkong Ship into the Wangyou Sect.

Naturally, there will be no one to stop them along the way, and the two women will naturally settle everything.

Other Wangyou Sect disciples or elders only thought that Wang Hua was on the Shen Kong Ship, and they were going to see the sect master to report on the issue of the accountability letter sent by the Long Night Empire...

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In a small palace somewhere within the Wangyou Sect, Sikong Ling sat cross-legged, with strong zhenqi fluctuations emerging from her body.

She is already at the peak of Xuantian's fifth realm, and what she has to do now is to break through Xuantian and reach a higher realm.

"I will definitely succeed. When I reach the 'Daowu Realm', Master will definitely allow me to find my brother."

Above the Xuantian Five Realms is the Daowu Realm, which is also divided into five small realms...

Those who reach the Dao Martial Realm will also join the ranks of the strong men in Dongyuan Northland, and then breaking through the Minglong Mountains will no longer be a problem.

It has been nearly eight years since Sikong Ling came to the Wangyou Sect, and now she is about to reach Daowu before she reaches the age of sixteen.

His talent can be imagined.

The reason that urged her to keep improving was precisely her brother Sikong Jing. She wanted to go home to see him as soon as possible.

She wanted to tell her brother that she was still alive.

Suddenly, Sikong Ling's whole body was shaken violently. After three days of seclusion, her true energy finally reached the critical point. The true energy that rolled like ice flow fiercely rushed towards the extremely hard barrier.

Boom boom boom...

One blow after another!

Sikong Ling felt that her whole body was about to explode, but she had to rush through it with all her strength.

Hurry, you will succeed soon.

"Brother, Ling'er will be able to find you soon."

She cried in her heart, her eyes looking firm and determined, moving forward indomitably.

But at this moment when he was about to break through the Xuantian barrier, the sound of gentle footsteps came to his ears.

Of course Si Kong Ling ignored it and continued to attack...

For eight years in the Wangyou Sect, she has always been taken seriously. Everyone in the sect treats her very well and believes that no one will harm her. Even at this critical moment of seclusion, Sikong Ling only thinks that someone is protecting her.

Suddenly, a trembling voice sounded: "Ling'er, are you really Ling'er?"

As soon as these words came out, Sikong Ling's whole body was shaken wildly.

She opened her eyes in disbelief, and then she saw a young man standing at the door. He was dressed like Canglong Xiaoyu, Dashang Dynasty, or Xiaosang Town.

He was wearing familiar homespun clothes.

Sikong Ling's eyes widened in disbelief, and she subconsciously shouted: "Brother?"

He looks very much like his elder brother. His elder brother was twelve years old when he left. But isn't the man in front of him what he will look like when he grows up?

At the same time, a woman was leaning against the doorway wall outside the room.

She has an ice-colored butterfly tattooed on her left forehead and has a charming face. She is the senior sister Wangqing...

In her hands was a portrait, and the man in the painting was exactly the same as the man Si Kong Ling saw.

This painting was created by Sikong Ling.

She drew it when she was in love, imagining what her brother Sikong Jing would look like when he grew up.

Wang Qing found an identical man based on this painting and put on the costume in the painting to pretend to be Sikong Jing.

It's not that I don't want to go to Canglong Xiaoyu to find the real Sikong Jing, it's just that the sect leader and master are keeping a close eye on him.

If Master were to know that she was going to harm her little junior sister, she would be doomed.

"Sikong Ling, you little bitch, let's see if you survive this time." Wangqing gently put the painting away with a weird smile on her lips.

In the hall, Sikong Ling stared blankly at the man in front of her.

After a long time, he tried again and asked: "Brother, is it really you? Am I not dreaming?"

She suddenly stood up. The energy in her body was still rushing around, but she couldn't control it anymore.

Tears fell heavily as she stared at the man in front of her.

"Ling'er, of course it's me. I'm your brother Sikong Jing. I didn't expect you're not dead yet. You're really not dead yet... My brother misses you so hard. He's been waiting for you in Xiaosang Town. ah."

Having said this, the man in civilian clothes opened his arms to welcome Sikong Ling.

Of course, Wangqing taught him the above. If he didn't say this, he would die.

Sikong Ling's whole body trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood oozed from her mouth because her breakthrough was interrupted, but she didn't care at all, and even forgot all the pain.

She threw herself at the clothed man with all her strength and shouted: "Brother, Ling'er too..."

At this point, her eyes suddenly widened, and then she screamed like crazy: "No!"

Suddenly, a sharp sword flashed out from behind the man in cloth, and it struck the man's body with a loud pop. The man in cloth didn't even react, and just cut the sword in two.

The body split into two parts instantly, and blood spilled out.

Sikong Ling stood on the spot like a clay sculpture, and after a few breaths she roared: "Brother, brother!"

She rushed over madly, hugged the body that was split in two, crazily stuffed all the organs back with her hands, and kept shouting: "Brother, brother, no, no... wuwuwuwu."

She kept crying, and finally stuffed the organs back and put the two pieces of the body together.

Then she used her true energy to freeze it, and kept shouting: "No, brother, come back to life... Wow!"

A mouthful of blood sprayed fiercely on the corpse, and Sikong Ling's entire face turned white and colorless.

The blood vessels all over her body kept bulging because she was at the critical point of breakthrough, and blood seeped out of her skin bit by bit.

But it doesn't matter anymore, all she sees is her brother's body...