Chapter 96: You already have another dog QAQ!

For people like Canglun who are already at the top of the cultivation world, except for Xuanhua of the same level as him, the rest can no longer pose a threat to him.
Even though this is the home base of the Human Race and the site of the Sword Sect of Luo Immortal, the few here are all well-known big figures in the world of comprehension--the same is true.
When the cultivation base reached the realm of Demon Venerable, it was no longer possible to defeat him with a number of people.
Therefore, no matter how angry the elders and guests are, they can only hold up the body protection and stay in the distance to watch the battle-at most, curse Canglun as a sinister demon in his heart, and only dare to do things secretly. In addition to worrying about Xuanhua, they also scored their minds to protect the juniors in case they were accidentally injured by two powerful spells.
Lin Quan is mixing in the group of elders. He was drinking and chatting with Feng Shuang in the vestibule at that time, and he suddenly heard about Xuanhua's action while he was heartily. The old Patriarch of the Lin Family couldn't breathe a breath and saw the tall Dao Venerable battling the black-clothed man who appeared abruptly--the most terrifying thing was that before Xuanhua moved, none of them noticed that the Demon Venerable had arrived. Mark of.
Even the Jiang Taizu, known as the "Shenzhen Yuanjun," did not notice the abnormality.
In their spiritual consciousness, Canglun was like a tree or a stone, which should have been here.
He didn't appear in everyone's eyes until Xuanhua broke through the opponent's way.
What kind of state should this be?
Lin Quan held up a barrier for himself in shock, pinched in his hand, worried and anxiously looking from a distance in the direction of Lin Zhizhi-the battlefield happened to be separated by the two demon masters, Lin Quan only had time to take a look and was The lingering rhyme of Taoism spread, so I had to stay away.
But that glance made Lin Quan relieved a little—not only Lin Zhizhi and Feng Qin's husband(?), but also His Majesty Haihuang, there is no crisis yet.
In the midair, there was another loud noise.
The Spirit Devouring Knife in Cang Lun's hand glowed with pitch-black luster, as if it had opened a hole in the horizon under the knife, revealing the blood of the setting sun.
Between the sword in the hands of the purple-clothed Taoist and the spirit-devouring knife, an invisible air flow was set off, and the gusts of wind swept the earth, forcibly tore up the mountain guards and uprooted the spirit mountains of the mansions, without being in the air. Crush it mercifully!
In this regard, Cang Lun was like him, and while killing Xuanhua, he deliberately destroyed everything that made him very displeased in front of him-the bright petals fell from the branches, and only had time to leave a lingering fragrance. Completely disappeared in this world.
However, in the blink of an effort, this place can no longer be seen where the double repair ceremony was once held before a few sticks of incense, and everything is in ruins.
But this can't alleviate the mood of His Majesty Demon Venerable.
Canglun felt very uncomfortable now, as if a meteorite was firmly pressing on a corner of his heart, affecting the blood transfused to his limbs, making it difficult for him to breathe--this kind of feeling is no stranger to him.
He has been in this mental state ever since those fragments of fragmented memory appeared intermittently.
Depression, despair, emptiness, confusion.
When a person suddenly finds that he has forgotten something, or remembers a certain picture, but cannot push it back completely anyway, the sense of emptiness and powerlessness is quite terrible-especially when it is forgotten. When something is another person who has exceeded his life.
Canglun reflexively wanted to catch that person. The entanglement of the body was not enough. It would be better to go deeper and more...
The feeling of dissatisfaction in his heart reached its peak when he watched Feng Qin kiss Lin Zhi.
Canglun had not recovered from the injuries suffered by Xuanhua and Su Yu before and after, and felt a dull pain in the meridians every time he had luck - but none of these could compare to that kiss.
Although Lin Zhizhi did not take the initiative, it can be seen from his actions that he did not refuse, that he was not as resistant as he was in the magic palace... why not refuse?
Because he loves that phoenix?
Also.
Here is their marriage ceremony and the starting point of their life. If he hadn't appeared today, that man would have the right to hold Lin Zhizhi's hand, and he would be a double for life from now on.
And he is nothing at all.
His struggle, his tossing and turning, his pain every day and night, his confusion in reincarnation, the other party knew nothing.
This is not fair.
Why is he alone in those countless memories?
How can it be fair to be cute?
Cang Lun stood in the air, his long black clothes swaying in the wind. The man’s beautiful dark red pupils carry some unquenchable hurt emotions-this emotion makes him look like a large dog that travels thousands of miles to find the owner. He wanted to the owner back from others, but he turned I found that the owner already has another dog...
This is the only emotion left in Canglun's body, with a little characteristic of Yaxuan.
But soon, the man suppressed the emotion in his eyes.
The devil's slender hand fastened the handle of the knife, and cut the fingertips, and the dark red blood seeped into the Spirit Devouring knife.
The magic around the man became active with joy as if he felt something, the huge shadow of the knife swelled and turned into a blade of night to sweep around.
The coercion from the Demon Lord almost had to penetrate the body protection barrier of the elders, and many top-tier spirit instruments were trembling in the air, and they barely maintained their effect with the spiritual energy instilled by the master.
Xuanhua faced Canglun head-on, but without blinking, she withdrew the grey sword with a cold expression.
"My lord--" an elder reminded worriedly.
The Demon Lord glanced at that place because of this yell, and his divine mind moved slightly. The elder immediately snorted and covered his chest—there was a shadow of a knife, which penetrated his long-gathered body protector. .
Xuanhua spreads out her palms, her long sleeves are flowing, as high as a splash-ink painting of landscape.
The earth trembled at this moment.
When the elder could no longer bear to exhale in pain, a long light pierced the sky and fell into the hands of Dao Zun at an extremely fast speed.
When the light faded away, what fell into everyone's eyes was an ordinary sword.
It looks so ordinary, like a quality you can buy on the street—the only thing that makes it different is the numerous scars on the swords.
It is a symbol of force.
Almost all the people present are very familiar with it-especially the people of Luoxian Sword Sect, they will see this guardian sword at the door every day they enter and leave the Sword Sect.
Thousands of years ago, the sword that repelled Canglun.
At the moment when he felt the aura of Demon Venerable, this sword shook uncontrollably in Xuanhua's hand, and it uttered a loud sword sound.
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 aura set off the man's hair, Cang Lun sneered, and the dark light condensed in his palm, and suddenly slashed.