The Tale of Breaking Free to Cultivate Immortality

After a long separation, Ling'er kept holding Li Ruoyu's big hand and refused to let go.

Although Li Ruoyu was a little helpless, he also reached out and held the other party's hand.

While chatting with the old fox and a few others, he finally had time to watch this martial arts performance.

The three candidates for the Holy Son have all appeared on the stage, and the same is true for Fan Yao.

Their opponents are also geniuses from some sects, and their cultivation is naturally not weak.

However, their task today is actually very simple, that is, to be the supporting role for the three candidates for the Holy Son.

So don't look at the lively fight today, in fact, it's all about human relations.

Of course, even if they really want to fight, it is estimated that there will not be many people who can get a little advantage from the three candidates for the Holy Son.

After all, the real good show will naturally be shown to everyone in a while. They are already very popular if they come out to warm up the scene.

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"It's boring." Ling'er leaned on Li Ruoyu's shoulder. She has been socializing these days, and she has been fed up for a long time.

"It's just a formality." Li Ruoyu and the other chatted in a very low voice. Although it was not a voice transmission, only the two of them could hear it.

At this moment, Ling'er woke up from the joy of reunion after a long separation, and naturally would not cause trouble to Qinglan Sect.

She was not afraid of offending the three candidates of the Demon Palace, but the Qinglan Sect where her husband was could not withstand any storms.

"Brother Zheng Jing, have you climbed to that position now?" The masters of the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm who came here to watch the ceremony were not just the three under the command of Qi Yi Ghost King, but only the three of them could be on an equal footing with the eight.

"He, he always uses Sister Luosha's chicken feathers as a command, and keeps asking me to practice this and that." Ling'er complained in a low voice.

"..." That was a great master at the peak of the Nascent Soul. Although he still called him brother, he admired this brother Zheng Jing in his heart.

Zheng Jing's promotion speed was not inferior to any genius or prodigy he had ever seen.

Of course, there is another person, that is the one he is holding.

She is much younger than him, but now she is already in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and judging from her appearance, she may be promoted to the late stage at any time.

Fortunately, she is his wife, otherwise it would be too depressing.

Even if ordinary people advance quickly, Li Ruoyu does not have such a clear perception.

But Ling'er, not only is younger than him, but when she was picked up from the roadside, she was only in the second or third level of Qi Refining. Looking back, she is almost two levels behind him.

"Husband, I heard about your record in Lianyun Peak." Ling'er said mysteriously.

"Huh?" You know this?

Yes, I used to use the name of Li Qiye.

During this period, he didn't even know that Ling'er was still alive in the Earth Spirit Pearl in his Niwan Palace.

"Husband is so powerful." Ling'er said again.

"Don't brag about yourself." Li Ruoyu quickly told her to shut up.

You are already in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and you may advance at any time. You are praising me so much that even if I am thick-skinned, I can't hold it back.

As if she sensed a trace of resentment from Li Ruoyu, Ling'er covered her mouth and laughed.

Ling'er discovered that she cultivated quickly.

No matter what realm she was in, she never felt the slightest bottleneck.

Even at a big level like the Nascent Soul, she climbed smoothly as if it was a natural process.

Sister Luosha once had some ambiguous remarks about her own situation, but in recent years, the more she cultivated, the faster she cultivated.

But the faster she cultivated, the more uneasy she felt in her heart.

This uneasiness did not know where it came from, and even she herself could not explain it clearly.

So, she wanted to slow down a little.

However, it was only more than ten years before the evil "bloodthirsty devil seal" on her husband's body broke out.

The terrifying force of the Yinhun Sect could launch a hunting operation against her husband at any time.

In order to save her husband from this catastrophe, she could only suppress her uneasiness and practice hard.

Even though she missed him so much, she didn't run back to meet him.

Until this time, when Ghost King Qi Yi personally led a team to the Demon Palace to watch the ceremony, she had to go out.

"It's so boring!" Just when the fight was in full swing and Ling'er was worried, a voice suddenly sounded, shocking countless strong men in the whole field to death.

This loud shout, without any cover, poured into the ears of all the strong men.

And just after the loud shout, a huge bowl suddenly appeared above the Demon Palace.

"Who is it?" Someone exclaimed in a low voice, daring to come to the Demon Palace in such an occasion and be presumptuous.

It's just like the birthday star hanging himself, and he hates his life!

However, facing this loud shout, no one, whether it is the subordinates of Ghost King Qi Yi or the strong men in the Demon Palace, took action to take down the other party?

Not only did no one make a move, the Great Supreme of the Demon Palace actually smiled, "The Biluo Royal Family has not visited my Donglin Demon Palace for more than 10,000 years. What brought you here this time?"

Biluo Royal Family?

As soon as these four words came out, the faces of those who heard about it changed drastically.

Of course, there were also many people from small forces, and some low-level cultivators, who had never even heard of these four words.

"Old Ghost Mo, your dog nose is really sharp. I just walked out and encountered your Saint Son election." A voice sounded, shaking the ears of many monks who came to watch the ceremony.

And what they didn't expect the most was that the Great Supreme of the Demon Palace was not angry when being called like this.

"That's because the smell of you, Old Ghost Yin, is too strong. Even after five hundred years, you still stink." The Great Supreme sneered.

He respected the other party's royal family name.

But it doesn't mean that he is afraid of the other party.

So what if they are the first force of the Divine Dynasty, and the royal family of the Divine Dynasty? They are self-proclaimed.

As the bowl-like magic weapon was put away, a group of five or six people appeared in the sky.

"See your seat." The Great Supreme snorted coldly, and then waved his hand and gave a pile of chairs next to the people of the Qi Yi Ghost King lineage.

Li Ruoyu discovered with his sharp eyes that Yin Tianqi, who helped him get the essence of the Manggu Zhuha, was also among this group of people.

Sure enough, his guess was right. That rare talent in the world, an identity that even Manggu Zhuha was afraid of.

Who else could it be except the real royal family of the Biluo world - the Yin family!

"You chose a few people to fight blindly, why not find a few good opponents with real skills? In such a celebration, shouldn't it be more lively?" The six people of the Yin family sat down, and the leading old man suddenly made a suggestion.