"The Taoist is interested."

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand and put the ancient ding into the ring, "Qingqiu, Huahua, you take them around in this realm. When I see Xiao Beifa, Emperor Dan and others, I will go back."

"Yes! Master!"

Han Qingqiu bowed to Huahua, and Ling Xiao seemed to have thought of something, "Oh, go and see those sea **** emperors, and see which one you want to eat. Let's eat seafood tonight."

"eat seafood?"

Everyone looked at each other, but Ling Xiao's figure had disappeared in place.

Liuli ancient pagoda, five-story space.

Ling Xiao stared at Dao Ding in his hand, her eyes flashing with coldness.

From the moment Ling Tian took out the tripod, he felt a very familiar fluctuation.

It is generally the same as when the fourth **** envoy Partridge was suppressed by the Taoist and sealed the Cauldron.

Obviously, the third divine envoy far away in Eastern Xinjiang was mostly trapped in this tripod.

Behind Ling Xiao, the figure of Xiong Huan emerged, without a trace of breath coming out of his body, like a...sculpture.

Although Ling Xiao's spirit level is now in the eighth rank, it is natural to be more cautious when dealing with a goddess spirit.

"Om."

With the gleaming gleam in his hand, the seal in the Dao Cauldron suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling shadow burst out of the cauldron, looking up to the sky and shouting, "Master Taixuan! How dare you..."

only! !

Before he could say anything, the slightly illusory face suddenly became sluggish.

Especially the white figure in front of him, gradually filled his eyes with a touch of excitement.

I….

Good one, Fairy Lord of the World!

The fairy rhyme on this young man's body, he... almost wrote on his face.

Could it be that he rescued me from the Master Taixuan Dao?

But it shouldn't.

Although this young man has a rhyme and immortality, he is at most seventeen or eighteen years old.

With him, how could he be Taixuan's opponent?

Is it the puppet behind him?

With the spirit of the third divine envoy, naturally it was easy to notice that Xiong Huan had no vitality in his body, leaving only a ray of spirit indestructible.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a puppet.

only!

Inexplicably, the third divine envoy had a feeling that with his eighth rank emperor realm, even in his heyday, he might not be the opponent of this battle puppet.

"Little Taoist friend, who are you? Where is this place?"

The third divine envoy was named Pheasant Chou, and it was the eighth rank of the emperor, only one step away from the ninth rank.

The four great divine envoys of the Holy Religion, the first divine emissary Dugu Yunxuan and the second divine emissary Luanxue, all have their cultivation bases in the ninth grade.

The third divine envoy and the fourth divine envoy were cultivated to eight ranks, looking at the five borders of the holy state, they were also extremely top people.

Originally, this third divine envoy went to the eastern borders. It was originally ordered by the divine master to track down the whereabouts of those who understood the extreme ice principle.

Not to mention, after a month of inquiries, he really found a clue.

However, just as he walked along the footsteps of Ye Qingchan to the foot of Dao Mountain, he saw a palm print falling from the sky, and without even giving him a chance to open his mouth, he smashed his body to pieces.

Gan!

Pheasant Chou Fei did not know the hostility of the Supreme Profound Dao Master towards the Holy Religion.

But these years, Taixuan Dao Sect lived in seclusion, and never showed a trace of ambition for hegemony.

And this kind of tolerance is a kind of jealousy to the holy religion in the eyes of the pheasant.

Of course, Taixuan Dao master killed a sage elder and became famous as a sacred state.

But pheasant ugly did not expect that the strength of this Taixuan Dao master could be so terrifying.

The one seal that covered the sky, filled with thousands of rhymes, seemed like a punishment from heaven, let him do his best, but in the end he couldn't resist it for a moment! !

Not that much! !

The Great Profound Dao master collapsed his body, but he never wiped out his soul, but was instead imprisoned in the cauldron.

Originally, Pheasant Chou thought that this old thing was bound to be plotting something.

But in the end, he never saw Taixuan Dao master again! !

Until today, he felt that the seal was slack, so he took the opportunity to escape and saw the white-clothed boy in front of him.

"Bold!"

only! !

Just as the pheasant was groaning in his ugly heart and secretly guessing, the young man in front of him suddenly shouted, almost frightening him away, leaving him on the spot.

I…! !

Here are the two of us, are you so hard?

I thought that the old thing from Master Taixuan Dao was here.

"Blind your dog's eyes, why don't you kneel when you see Ben Shengzi!!"

Ling Xiao held the order in one hand and held it in front of him.

But the pheasant's ugly expression trembled, and he saw the gods blooming in front of him, and his figure instinctively crawled on the ground.

"See you..."

Hey?

its not right! !

When does my holy religion have this rule, when I see the holy son, I will kneel?

!

In the past few days, Pheasant Chou has been frightened so much that Ling Xiao just drank it, causing him to be a magnificent Eight-Rank Divine Emperor, almost losing his mind! !

"You are my saint son?"

Pheasant Chou slowly got up, his look seemed alert.

Regarding the name of the Son, he naturally knows it, but for the appearance of the Son, no one knows the whole Saint Cult except the Divine Master.

But looking at this young fairy rhyme, he felt that he would have to ask again, except for his holy son, who in the whole Shengzhou deserves this sound, immortal posture?

"The third divine envoy, can anyone be found?"

Ling Xiao's eyes were clear, and his tone was low and calm, as if he had never put this god-envoy in his eyes.

The saint son of the sacred religion, whose identity is revered, has a mysterious origin, is personally passed down by the divine master, and the next leader of the sacred religion.

The more indifferent he was, the less this ugly pheasant would doubt his identity.

Of course, Ling Xiao didn't have any special hobbies at this time, and played role-playing with the ugly pheasant here.

It's really very good for this divine master dog, but for anyone who is strong in the sacred religion, the soul sea has been banned, it is the kind of ban that...they will die at the touch of it.

He wanted to find out about the identity of the gods and the changes that occurred in the saints three hundred years ago, he still had to ask from these gods.

When he first killed the partridge, the latter was fascinated. Although he saw some memories, they were fragmented and extremely limited.

So this time, he plans to change his mind.

Otherwise, the value of this third divine envoy is at best a tonic.

and! !

Since Ling Xiao guessed Ye Qingchan's identity, he inferred that the divine lord suddenly handed over the teaching affairs of Shengjiao to Mengyuan, or that many of them were related to Ye Qingchan's entry into Zhongjiang.

But, if so, why didn't the gods call the four great envoys back, instead allowing them to stay in the four borders?

Ling Xiao thought for a long time, but only thought of two possibilities.

One is that the **** master did not see Ye Qingchan.

Another is that the gods do not want them to return to the holy religion at this time.

In other words, what he is doing now is either dangerous or... out of sight.

"Holy Son! I have found some clues! It's just... before I can find that person,... I was punishable by the Supreme Profound Dao Master! Son, I suspect... the person in the Lord’s mouth is now hiding in Tai Xuan Dao Master! Xuan Dao Palace!"

The pheasant looks solemn and ugly, and there is a touch of coldness between his eyebrows.

But Ling Xiao nodded indifferently, and asked softly, "You know, who is the disaster in the Lord's mouth?"

Since the name of Ye Qingchan, since the Great Demon knew it, it was impossible for this holy religious envoy to know it.

It's just that Ling Xiao still doesn't know whether these powerful sacred cultists are... surrendered to the identity of the **** master, or to the current **** master!

"who is it?"

Pheasant's ugly face was taken aback for a moment, but a trace of doubt arose from the bottom of his heart.

I.

If I know who the scourge is, I still find a hammer?

Just find this person directly, can't you get it if you punish him?

What are the meanings of the words of the Son?