Rong Yu beckoned towards the distant demon repair. After seeing the demon repair came quickly to himself, he asked indifferently: "How many forces haven't been cleared?"

Moxiu said respectfully, "Some people have already gone to the other places, and now only the home is left."

Standing quietly, Rong Xian's face sank suddenly, making her home, but also her home.

"What about that stronghold?" Zuo Hufa asked suddenly

Moxiu hurriedly replied: "The Lord said that she had given it to her for treatment, and her subordinates had sent people to surround each stronghold."

Rong Xian smiled happily. When Amei got out of the way, the force would have no way to live. For many years of wishing, let's go today.

Seeing that there was no other problem with Zuo Hufa, Rong Yu ordered: "Everyone gathers to make a home, and no one is allowed to escape."

"Yes." Moxiu turned into a cloud of black mist and summoned everyone to head towards Lingjia quickly. Rong Xian looked at Rong Yu, who was slow, and his disgust was obvious in his eyes.

She was so moved that she flew towards Lingjia first.

At this time, the Ling family was already on alert, and the family's ancestors also came out of the retreat.

The crowd was concentrated in the hall, and the atmosphere was severely depressed.

Rong Xian then answered here suddenly, and she stood in the hall, passing gently in front of everyone, remembering every face, innocent and innocent she remembered, because now These people had to die late, and she couldn't tolerate the survival of the family and the missing fish.

"Did none of the younger generation's disciples send out?" Ling Jia asked suddenly.

The homeowner replied in a painful voice: "No, the outside world has long been locked up by the demon enchantment. Anyone who wants to cross the enchantment has disappeared into blood."

Hearing this words made the ancestor's look momentarily dark, and the spirit of his body was as old as he was taken away.

"Did I really destroy the family today?" The ancestor was distraught, "The blood of the family was cut off. What can I do to see the ancestors of the family?"

At the end of the left side of the hall, the girl said timidly, "Brother is outside."

Rong Xian's gaze stabbed at the girl sharply, so that the sharp eyes of the host also looked at the girl. It was difficult to hide his urgency: "Side child? You just said what happened to your brother? What's his name? "

The girl hugged her father's corner tightly, and gathered her courage under the father's appeasing smile, saying, "My brother called Ling Juncong, went to look for the essence of the sword emperor, he is not here."

Ling Juncong, it really is him!

Rong Xian's look was faint and complicated, and he had to admit that the boy had great luck, and he was always in good luck, with the help of nobles, and had the opportunity to come to the door.

If you want to kill Ling Jun, you won't be smitten by Qi Yun. You can only find a way to get rid of Qi Yun on him. Qi Qi has a fixed number, and it is not blindly given unconditionally.

Rong Xian's eyes rolled around, countless plans flashed one by one, each of which could make Lingjun alive from death.

All the people in the family were rushed to the main house by the magic repair. They wanted to send someone out to leave the family with no trace of blood. But now they suddenly heard the good news and couldn't hide their excitement.

To surprise the ancestor, he slaps at the table and laughs, "Have a good look, make the king obey, make the king obey, a good name, a good name, I'll make my home when I'm not busy."

He exclaimed sharply: "One thousand years ago I made my family survive, and today I made my family survive. Anyway, I want to die. I wait for the blood sacrifice to break through this enchantment in exchange for a chance to make my family come back to life. Brought capital to Lingjun. "

"Yes, I will obey the orders of the ancestors." Everyone answered willingly.

Hearing this **** hope, Rong Xian raised a cool smile on his lips: "Oh, if I give you the ability to make your family rise again, that would be a joke."

Make the ancestors look at the girl with a burning look, loving tone: "Little girl, the blood sacrifice can give you a powerful power in a short time. You must use this power to get rid of the magic repair as soon as possible, and find your brother to complete the task as soon as possible. But when the power of the blood sacrifice is dissipated, you will lose your soul and tell your ancestors, are you afraid? "

Although the girl was pale, she still shook her head. Qingxiu's small face was full of seriousness: "Don't be afraid, I will definitely find my brother."

"Okay." Ling ancestor praised her and asked gently, "Tell ancestor, what's your name?"

"Ling Junyi," the girl said crisply.

The ancestor urged sternly: "Junyi, remember to tell your brother that the enemy is the magic gate and the magic repair. I can't wait to get him to take revenge, so that he must be patient when he has no strength."

Jun Yi nodded obediently: "Well, ancestor, Jun Yi remembered."

"Okay." Ling ancestors praised him again. He took a deep look at Junyi, and an obscure and weird power began to fluctuate around him. This wave of volatility enveloped all the people in a blink of an eye.

He said in a deep voice: "Thousands of years ago, my family was in distress, and we were able to come through quickly because the Qianqian had me to make a forerunner. Now that I have made the family severely damaged, that forerunner will avenge us, rest assured, Even if I die, the enemy will not live. "

Rong Xian stood next to him, his mouth slightly tilted, and pretended to regretfully sigh, "This is really a pity. You will expose your family's big hole card again."

If she missed the news today, then, Ling Jun, who has great fortune, relied on the wealth left by his family and the ancestor in Zhongqianjie, and said that he couldn't really survive it.

She glanced at the excitement of her family and groaned. The **** of her right index finger was brought close together and placed on top of the temple, and a sigh rang gently in the hall, strange and unpredictable.

It was obviously a noisy environment filled with all kinds of energy, but the slight, negligible sigh sounded in everyone's mind, making people creepy.

Rong Xian blinked, and there was a hint of clarity in her eyes.

Her consciousness rests on the feminine shade, and at this time the house is full of the dark power of the blood sacrifice.

After she mobilized this power, it was understandable that her family could be sensed by those who were about to sacrifice blood.

"Who? Who?" The ancestor's pupils were shrinking sharply while the blood sacrifice was underway, and the powerful consciousness swept across the family land, but found nothing.

How is this possible?

Rong Xian stood in front of Ling Zu, and she made an unknown syllable: "Hey!"

"Who are you? Come out, don't pretend to be a ghost." The ancestor's face turned pale and cold sweat was flowing from his forehead.

Other people did not dare to breathe, so Junyi hid behind her mother, bit her lip, and was trembling with the unknown.

"Where is the predecessor sacred, why bother me to wait for the younger juniors." The ancestor said tremblingly.

What he can't perceive can only be stronger than him, and it's no exaggeration to call a senior.

The senior appeared at this critical moment, and he did not know whether he was an enemy or a friend.