Star Mech Legend

Lingyuan sighed, and said: "It's almost for this reason. The monsters fought so hard for so long, and finally settled the three cities. I didn't expect that only one Fasian quasi-god would make a move in the temple. Not only did all our previous efforts go to waste, but it also destroyed the three cities. After abducting one of my generals, I thought about it carefully and felt that it was an unwise decision to confront the temple head-on."

The Holy Master turned around and looked at Lingyuan through the two eye holes. At this time, they had already walked into the palace.

The Holy Lord stopped and said, "Why don't the Demon King himself play these big monsters of the abyss? Although they are not weak, you are the only one who can be compared with quasi-gods."

Lingyuan also looked at the Holy Master, and said: "However, I am the only one on the side of the monster, and there are at least seven quasi-gods in the temple. I don’t even want to recall that feeling.”

"What if you add my people?" The Lord clapped his hands, and a man and a woman who followed him took a step forward.

Ling Yuan frowned, and said, "These two people smell like holy dogs."

The Holy Master seemed to laugh, and said: "The quasi-gods Yalun and Yin Jiali, they were indeed the holy dogs of the temple, but now they are the priests of my anti-sacred star organization. The abilities of these two are comparable to Two temple quasi-gods."

Ling Yuan nodded, and said: "I can barely reach two quasi-gods, and these two are worth two quasi-gods in total. In addition, Facia is hidden from the world. There are two left."

"These two, I can make up." The Holy Master said.

Ling Yuan was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Holy Master seems very confident in his own strength."

"You too."

The Holy Lord cast a sideways glance at Lingyuan, and said, "However, there may not necessarily be seven quasi-gods sitting in the temple now."

"That's right." Lingyuan followed suit and said, "Among the thirteen ancestor gods, Yinxue rebelled against the gods, Yalun and Yin Jiali became your subordinates, and my two grandfathers would not interfere with the affairs of the temple. Falling into a deep sleep, there are only seven left."

The Holy Lord continued: "Of the seven quasi-gods who are still in the temple, O'Meara is pregnant, Mehta is only talented in astrology, but his combat power is not strong, Russell is even weaker, and Facia is weaker in World War I. After that, it will take a while to recover, so there are only three quasi-gods, Lingyuekong, Shamanhua, and Liuguang."

Ling Yuan smiled slightly: "Sha Manhua never minds his own business, he is not in the temple right now."

The Holy Master raised his eyebrows secretly, he was overjoyed, and said: "In this way, there are only two people who really need us to deal with them."

"No, there is only one." Lingyuan said calmly, "Before Ling Yuekong became a quasi-god, he was the prince of the Beikong Empire. He had a younger brother who hurt to the bone, named Ling Yueliang. It is necessary to control Ling Yueliang and Ling Yuekong's neck in advance, which is equivalent to being choked by us."

The Holy Lord's eyes lit up, and he said, "It's still your thoughtfulness."

Ling Yuan raised the corner of his lips and said, "It's almost time, why don't we chat while eating."

There is not much delicious food in the Demon Realm, but this does not bother Ling Yuan. He specially invited several chefs from the Xiliu Empire, and the ingredients were all bought from human society. The Holy Lord of the Mangxing organization attaches great importance to it.

After a happy meal, Lingyuan said to the Holy Master: "I have already prepared accommodation for you, the Holy Master might as well stay here for a few more days."

The Lord said to Yalun and Yin Jiali, "You two don't have to follow me."

Lingyuan said: "Xue Jialuo, take these holy masters to visit the Demon Realm."

Xue Jialuo responded, turned her head and said, "Come with me."

Ling Yuan made a gesture of invitation and said, "Holy Master, please."

Passing through the red corridor full of extradition flowers, a tall palace cast and carved with black black stone appeared in the field of vision.

The palace is divided into three floors, and each floor is ten meters high. The shape of the minaret makes the palace look like it is going straight into the sky.

When the mausoleum approached the door, the gate of the hall opened to both sides. The walls of the hall were inlaid with various night pearls and luminous chamber stones. The light was soft and warm, which made people feel comfortable and relaxed.

From this point, we can see Lingyuan's pursuit of life.

The Lord looked at the bedroom, and followed Lingyuan to a room on the second floor.

Ling Yuan pushed open the door and said, "This is the bedroom I prepared for you."

The Holy Master just looked around casually and said, "Where's your bedroom?"

Ling Yuan pointed to the side and said, "It's next door."

The Lord curled his lips and said, "I'm more interested in your bedroom if you don't invite me to visit."

These words were very suggestive, Ling Yuan's face remained motionless, and he became more certain of his guess in his heart.

Lingyuan opened the bedroom door without saying a word.

What caught the eye was a large round black bed, which was large enough for four or five adults to sleep side by side. Apart from that, there were only simple furniture displays, which looked a bit cold and depressing.

The Holy Lord walked into the room and looked it over carefully, followed closely by Lingyuan.

The Holy Master stood still beside the bed, then waved his hand casually, the bedroom door was blown by a gust of wind, and then closed with a "snap".

Ling Yuan's face changed slightly, he looked at the Holy Master calmly, and said, "What does the Holy Master mean?"

The Holy Lord laughed lowly, raised his hand and took off the black mask on his face.

A familiar face appeared in front of Lingyuan, and Shenyin's voice changed back to the original. He looked at Lingyuan with his lips curled up, and said, "You really didn't recognize me, my lover."

When Lingyuan heard these words, he felt like "it's finally here".

This is both good news and bad news.

The good news is that he knows the identities of himself and O'Meara's biggest opponent, so it is much easier to prescribe the right medicine.

The bad news is that Shenyin has survived for too long, and he knows enough secret arts, so no matter how much preparation he and O'Meara have made, there is no guarantee that Shenyin will be completely wiped out.

However, fortunately, Shenyin was really deceived by his recent indifference towards Leng Xitang and the illusion that he sent troops in anger. Shenyin probably thought that his memory only recovered after he became the devil king. This is actually Lingyuan's victory. Shenyin's greatest reliance.

At that time, in Sijur's heart, the real lover was the god in the state of soul and body, and his enemy was O'Meara who killed his wife and butchered his son.

Lingyuan really smiled this time, his smile was sincere and there was nothing false about it.

Shenyin put her arms around Lingyuan's neck, and leaned over to kiss his red lips.

Ling Yuan's eyes were closed, covering up the icy coldness like the biting winter.

He suppressed the resentment that almost made him want to vomit, recalling the "be patient for a while" that Leng Xitang repeatedly emphasized to him, and his mood slowly sank.

The doubts in Shenyin's heart were completely ended in this kiss. If Sijur hadn't recovered his memory, it would be absolutely impossible for such a powerful and perfect man to treat him like this. But fortunately, this child was created by him, and he will eventually become his person.

After the kiss, Ling Yuan lowered his eyes and asked: "I really don't understand, since you are my lover and he is my enemy, why don't you stop me from being with him every life?"

Shenyin leaned against Lingyuan's arms, her cheeks flushed slightly, and said: "How could I go against your will, I used to be a soul body, I can't give you anything, you and I don't even have a channel to vent, I just I just want to make your life more comfortable. Moreover, I didn't know that those who were with you were all O'Meara. If I knew it was him, I would stop you no matter what."

Ling Yuan sighed and said, "It's all my fault too."

Shenyin said: "No wonder you, I'm too cowardly."

Lingyuan lingered on Shenyin's face for a few times, and asked, "You have always been a soul body before, why do you have a physical body now? What is the secret method?"

A gleam of hatred flashed in Shenyin's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "O'Meara has caused me to be only a soul body forever. Fortunately, I have figured out a way to decipher the prophecy of the God of Light in such a long time. I found a body that matches me. But this body is not perfect, I want to really completely break away from the soul body, and I need to find another more perfect body."

Ling Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "What is it?"

Shenyin took a deep breath, fixed her gaze on Lingyuan, and said, "It's the child in O'Meara's womb."

Lingyuan almost couldn't hold back, Shenyin plotted against him and O'Meara, let it go, and even didn't let their children go, her intentions were vicious.

However, Lingyuan will not fall by the wayside.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "That bastard is destined to be stillborn."

"The stillbirth is just because of a curse, and the person who needs to tie the bell to untie it." Shenyin felt an uncontrollable excitement, as if he had already seen the day when he would get the best body.

Lingyuan pretended to be confused: "What does this mean, who cursed that bastard?"

"Of course it's mine." Shenyin said triumphantly and bitterly: "O'Meara killed me, and I won't let him go. The fetus in his womb is holding my curse. As long as I don't undo it Curse, once born, it will be stillborn, but now that I am strong and have found the most suitable body for me, naturally I will not let that bastard die again."

Lingyuan's heart seemed to be bleeding, his eyes turned black, and there was a sweet blood in his throat—he always thought that he had set the curse, but he didn't expect Shenyin to be the instigator. If there hadn't been this misunderstanding However, O'Meara wouldn't exhaust her divine power to save their child, desperately seal all his memories, and fall into reincarnation.

Without a beginning, there would be no tragic ending for so many lives to come.

Ling Yuan wished to crush Shenyin into pieces, his hands had already been clenched into fists under his wide sleeves, and his joints were creaking.

Shenyin seemed to see that Lingyuan's face was not looking well, and immediately frowned and asked vigilantly, "What's wrong with you?"

Ling Yuan soothed and tightened his brows, and said: "Thinking of your child being killed by O'Meara, I feel unbearable grief in my heart. However, O'Meara is kind to me, and I have lived a pretty good life in this life." .”

Shenyin snorted and said, "So what's the matter with you? He just compensated you in this way because he was sorry for you first. Don't forget how he calculated you in the previous life. You are so miserable. Pray to him." bestowed."