Everyone is Secretly in Love with Me

For people like Cang Lun who have already stood at the top of the cultivation world, except for Xuan Hua who is at the same level as him, no one else can pose a threat to him.

Even though this is the stronghold of the human race and the territory of Luo Xianjian Sect, and everyone here is famous and shakes the world of comprehension——this is still the case.

When the cultivation base reaches the level of the Demon Lord, it is no longer possible to defeat him with numbers.

So no matter how angry the elders and guests were, they could only hold up the aura of body protection and watch the battle from a distance—the most they could do was curse Cang Lun in their hearts as an insidious demon who only dared to make trouble in secret.Apart from worrying about Xuanhua, they also had to use their minds to protect the junior, in case they were accidentally injured by the two powerful spells.

Lin Quan was mixing among the elders.At that time, he was drinking and chatting with Fengshuang in the vestibule, when he suddenly heard Xuanhua make a move.The old Patriarch of the Lin family didn't catch his breath when he saw the aloof Master Dao Zun fighting with the man in black who suddenly appeared - the most frightening thing was that before Xuanhua made his move, none of them noticed the arrival of the Demon Lord Mark of.

Even the great ancestor of the Jiang family, known as the "Spiritual Consciousness Primordial Monarch", didn't notice anything unusual.

In their spiritual consciousness, Canglun is like a tree or a stone, which should be here.

It wasn't until Xuanhua broke the opponent's way that he appeared in the eyes of everyone.

What kind of realm should this be?

Lin Quan propped up a barrier for himself in astonishment, pinched the Lingjue in his hand, and looked worriedly and anxiously in the direction of Lin Zhizhi - the battlefield happened to be separated by the two Mozun, and Lin Quan only had time to take a look before he was killed. The lingering rhyme of Taoism affected, so I had to stay away.

But that look reassured Lin Quan a little - not only Lin Zhizhi and Feng Qin (?), but also His Majesty the Sea Emperor, there was no danger for now.

In mid-air, there was another loud noise.

The Soul Devouring Knife in Cang Lun's hand was glowing with a pitch-black luster, as if a hole had been cut in the sky, revealing the blood color of the setting sun.

When the sword in Ziyi Taoist's hand clashed with the Soul Devouring Knife, an invisible air current was set off, and gusts of wind swept across the earth, forcibly tearing up the mountain guards and uprooting the Lingshan mansions, and they were in the air without any trace. Crush it mercilessly!

Cang Lun was like-minded with him in this aspect, and while killing Xuanhua, he deliberately destroyed everything that made him displeased in front of him—the bright petals fell from the branches, leaving only a lingering fragrance in time. Completely disappeared in this world.

But in the blink of an eye, this place can no longer be seen as the place where the Double Cultivation Ceremony was held a few sticks of incense ago, as far as the eye can see, there are ruins.

But this did not ease His Majesty Mozun's mood in the slightest.

Cang Lun is very uncomfortable now, as if a meteorite is firmly pressing on the corner of his heart, affecting the blood flow to the limbs, making it difficult for him to even breathe - this feeling is no stranger to him.

He has been in this state of mind ever since those fragmented memory fragments appeared intermittently.

Depression, despair, emptiness, confusion.

When a person suddenly finds that he has forgotten something, or remembered some pictures, but can't push back completely anyway, the feeling of emptiness and powerlessness is quite terrifying-especially when the forgotten When something is another person who overwhelms his life.

Cang Lun reflexively wants to catch that person, physical entanglement alone is not enough, it is better to go deeper and more...

The feeling of dissatisfaction in his heart reached its peak when he watched Feng Qin kiss Lin Zhizhi.

Cang Lun has not recovered from the injuries suffered by Xuanhua and Su Yu before and after, and he feels a dull pain in his meridians every time he is lucky - but none of these can compare to that kiss.

Although Lin Zhizhi didn't take the initiative, it can be seen from the fact that he didn't refuse, he didn't resist as much as when he was in the magic palace...why didn't he refuse?

Because he loves that phoenix?

--Too.

This is their marriage ceremony, and it is the starting point of their upcoming life.If he didn't show up today, that man would be qualified to hold Lin Zhizhi's hand, and they will be together forever.

And he is nothing at all.

His struggle, his tossing and turning, his pain every day and night, his confusion in samsara, the other party knew nothing about it.

This is not fair.

Why is he the only one stuck in those countless memories?

How can there be any fairness in love?

Cang Lun stood in the air, his long black clothes swaying in the wind.The man's beautiful dark red pupils contained some uncontrollable hurt emotions-this emotion made him look like a big dog that came all the way to find the owner. He wanted to snatch the owner back from others, but in the end It turns out that the owner already has another dog...

This is the only emotion left in Cang Lun's body, with a bit of Yaxuan's characteristics.

But soon, the man suppressed the emotion in his eyes.

The Mozun clasped the hilt tightly with his slender hand, cut his fingertips, and dark red blood seeped into the Soul Devouring Knife.

The magic power around the man cheered and cheered as if he had sensed something, and the huge phantom of the knife expanded, turning into a night blade and sweeping around.

The coercion from the Demon Lord almost penetrated the elders' body protection barriers, and many top-level spiritual weapons were trembling in the air, barely maintaining their effects with the aura instilled by their masters.

Xuan Hua faced Cang Lun head-on, but without blinking, he withdrew the gray sword with a cold expression.

"My lord—" an elder reminded worriedly.

The Demon Lord glanced at that place because of the yelling, and his spiritual sense moved slightly. The elder immediately snorted and covered his chest - there was a knife shadow there, piercing through his long-condensed body protection formula. .

Xuanhua spread out his palms, his long sleeves were flowing, standing high above him like a landscape painting with splashed ink.

The earth trembled at this moment.

When the elder couldn't bear to cry out in pain anymore, a long light pierced the sky and fell into Dao Zun's hands at an extremely fast speed.

After the light faded, what caught everyone's eyes was an ordinary long sword.

It looks so ordinary, as if the quality can be bought on the street - the only thing that makes it different are the many scars on the sword.

It was a symbol of force.

Almost all the people present were very familiar with it—especially the members of the Luoxian Sword Sect. They would see this guardian sword at the door every day when they entered and exited the Sword Sect.

The sword that repelled Cang Lun thousands of years ago.

The moment he felt the breath of the Demon Lord, the sword vibrated uncontrollably in Xuanhua's hands, making a high-pitched sword cry.

Anyone who reads it can understand its strong fighting spirit.

When this ancient sword was controlled by Xuanhua himself, no one in this world could ignore its existence.

Including Canglun.

The awe-inspiring sword energy lifted the man's hair, Cang Lun sneered, the dark light condensed in his palm, and he slashed across.