Chapter 152 Blue Blood

"Let's go. It will be a month in three days, and we have to go back to the Holy Land as soon as possible. Ling Wei looked at the flying carpet road that had shrank into a little in the sky.

"Ye�. Finally, I can go home." Qin Si stretched out with no image.

"Wow..." Ling Hui breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huier, what's wrong?" Ling Wei asked strangely.

Ling Hui said, "The master of Spark is so strong." This is the first time that Ling Hui has said from the bottom of her heart that others are strong.

Ling came over, pinched Ling Hui's small nose and laughed, "Huier, you think you are invincible in the world."

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"Old...pull." Xinghuo sat on the blue flying carpet. After practicing all afternoon, he was particularly energetic. His eyes were opened and a flame came out. He saw his master, a man he respected as a god, standing proudly in front of the carpet, leaving only a bleak back for him. The oncoming wind blew him back with silver wire.

Lao pulled back, sat down cross-legged in front of the spark, and smiled kindly. Little guy, no big or small. I just asked them to call me 'Lao La' for unnecessary trouble.

"Teacher, they are my friends." Spark Road.

The old stretched out his hand, twisted his beard blown by the wind and said to himself thoughtfully, "It's the white jade bottle given to you by the little guy named Ling Wei."

"Ye�. Teacher." Xinghuo had already told the old magician about his experience from going to sea to the civil war in Qushan, and he didn't know what it meant when the master mentioned it again at this moment.

"He is very much like his father, and her sister..." Lao La stopped talking and said here, but there was a little guilt in his heart. You shouldn't doubt her. But she really looks like her and her. People can't stop thinking about it.

"Teacher, what's wrong?" This is the first time that Spark has seen an old magician show such an expression.

"I always thought that his father Ling Mao was that person, but today I knew that it was not. Ha ha, Ling Mao, you gave birth to a pair of good children." The old magician smiled, but it sounded a little desolate.

He suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Xinghuo and said, "Little guy, you are the only person in the world with the blue blood of the Fire Emperor, and you are also the one selected by the teacher. Ha ha, you are too weak now. But time doesn't wait for anyone.

The spark said nothing and listened to him carefully.

"I didn't expect this day to come so quickly. I woke up for less than ten years, and the fate of Gemini appeared again."

"Teacher. Who are the twins of fate you mean? Spark Road.

"Even the two brothers and sisters I met today are so similar. They are so similar." The old magician sighed, "I, Truss, have lived for more than 10,000 years, and it is also blessed to meet the birth of the twins of fate three times." There is a trace of helplessness and heaviness in the old voice.

"And every time the twins are born, even when the gods and demons come back! Spark, now I know why my heart as a teacher is so heavy.

"Teacher, how are you sure that they are what you call twins?"

"There will be no mistake. I won't forget the appearance of that girl even if I die. Ling Yu ten thousand years ago, Ling An two thousand years ago and Ling Mao's daughter I met today. It's simply carved out by a mold.

"Little guy, do you know that the two-thousand-year battle that made me seriously injured?" Tlas Road.

"It's God." Xinghuo's heart was strange. Since he met the Ling brothers and sisters, his steady and calm master seemed to have changed.

"Do you know who woke up from his deep sleep ten years ago?"

The spark shook his head. He only knew that his master, known as the god of human beings, had been unable to sleep after the Fourth Battle of Gods and Demons. It was not until ten years ago that he relied on a mysterious swordsman to bring treasures from the deep sea of Youle that he woke up.

Truss said amazingly, "It's Ling Mao, the father of the brothers and sisters."

Tras calmed down the turbulent mood and said, "God is our name for the leader of the Protoss, and we are also called "the witch". However, the Protos regarded her as the goddess of light. However, even if I have lived for more than 10,000 years, I can't understand why the God's appearance is so similar to Ling Yu and Ling An in addition to his temperament. They are like twin sisters who have been separated for many years.

Seeing the spark stunned there, Truss, who felt his lost state, twisted his beard and smiled: "Those who have not experienced that era will not understand. Well, little guy, you will understand slowly. It seems that our route will be changed. Time will not wait for us.

"Teacher, where are we going?" Spark Road.

"Looking for the blue cemetery of your ancestor. Only by getting his inheritance as soon as possible can you do your best for your people in the upcoming catastrophe."

Little King Kong is very familiar with this forest and can understand people's words. Ling Hui only asked it to take everyone to the border of the Holy Land, and he said, "Oh, oh, oh." He screamed and slapped his chest from time to time, as if to say, "No problem, it's on me."

"Brother, where's the little loudspeaker? Have you driven away? Ling Hui, who followed the back of Little King Kong, took Ling Wei's arm and winked mischievously at the latter. She was about to return to the Bowen College where the bird pooped. When she was in a good mood, she revealed the little girl's thoughts.

Ling smiled and said, "You said that disappointing horn head, as if we didn't see it after we entered the black mud. Maybe stay with Xiaohei.

Ling Hui asked again, "Brother, what on earth is there in your sword domain? I haven't seen you take it out?"

Ling said, "It's not that I don't have time to study, but I just felt it slightly that the space in the sword domain is not small, and my consciousness can't be swept away at once."

Qin Si said happily, "Yes, Ling Wei, let's see if there are any treasures. Anyway, there is a little monkey opening the way now, and there is no danger.

Ling couldn't resist the offensive of the two women, so he once again integrated his consciousness into the iron sword space. Soon, a fiery red magic crystal as big as a football was taken out.

"Ah, it's so beautiful. The same color as my clothes. Qin Si really wanted to take it immediately and hold it in her hand, but looking at that head, it didn't seem to be light, so she gave up this plan.

"What kind of warcraft is this, is it?" The magician frowned.

Ling Li smiled faintly and said, "Yes, it's the magic crystal of the fire dragon."

"Long Jing, how much magic energy can be exchanged for?"

Ling Li calculated slightly in his heart and said, "Fire dragons should be all holy monsters. And the first-level holy magic crystal can be exchanged for 128 magic energy.

"Is that all?" Qin Si was disappointed.

The corners of Ling's mouth twitched, but his heart quickly calculated the first-level magic crystal for 128 magic energy. If the 9th-level magic crystal, there would be 3,718 points of magic energy. Ling Wei swallowed his mouth fiercely, and a nine-level holy magic crystal actually contained so much energy.

Along the way, the sword soul also told him about Ling Yan's secret. It turns out that Ling Yanjue can absorb the energy in the magic crystal, just like some grabbing skills, but Ling Yanjue is not only efficient and fast, but more importantly, it has no side effects. If the energy is saturated in the body, it will not be absorbed naturally, so there will be no excessive energy and violence.

This is really a magical skill! Now Ling Li understands why the Bowen College requires those who have experienced the top ten to be qualified for the primary Ling Yan formula.

If there are not enough magic crystals, it is useless to have Ling Yan's formula.

There are a total of nine Ling Yan's formulas that Ling Yan got when he integrated his consciousness into the sword field. However, he stayed at the Bowen College to be the treasure of the town, but only three in front. However, even if there are only three, it is enough for Bowen College to be proud of all the colleges in the mainland and occupy the first place.

"Ah, oh." Finally, Little King Kong stopped in front of the transparent energy aperture.

"Thank you for your hard work, little boy." Ling Hui smiled leisurely, like the warm wind in spring, which made Little King Kong look like dementia.

Ling Li shook his head speechless.

"Little boy, try to smash it." Ling Hui said with a smile.

Looking at the opportunity of the beautiful hostess to show herself, little King Kong's eyes showed excited eyes. It shouted, and his two hands and powerful legs suddenly rushed to the front of the light curtain. Then he kept swinging and punched it.

"Buzz..." The transparent light curtain rippled and slowly spread away. This blow did not break it.

Lost in front of the hostess, the little King Kong monkey's face turned red like its buttocks in an instant. He waved two iron fists, pounded several times on the iron chest muscles, and then accumulated strength again. A faint golden light flashed out of its fist, and a huge iron fist violently hit the light curtain.

The light curtain once again has a slightly larger ripple. Like a water wave, it slowly spreads and disappears. However, the curtain is still unbroken.

"Ah, oh, oh, oh." Little King was obviously anxious. It bowed left and right and kept bombarding the light curtain. It took a long time to hear Ling Hui's voice, "Little boy, okay. Don't knock."

With a sad breath, Little King Kong came back with his head down.

"The light curtain outside seems to be harder than the inside." Ling Wei kept watching Little King Kong's performance, and then came to a conclusion.

"Do you want to use the light of dust again? But the movement is too big. Ling Hui looked at Ling Li and spit out her tongue mischievously, and walked forward.

"Master, it's just a light curtain. It won't take much effort." The sound of the sword soul came from my mind.

Ling immediately stopped Ling Hui, who had put his little hand on the light curtain.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Ling Hui said strangely.

"Wait a minute, Jianhun said it had a way."

Master, you can try it with a broken sword. The defenses and barriers formed by all magic are ineffective for me.

Ling has removed the broken sword. Hearing the sword soul say this, he suddenly realized. At the beginning, he accidentally pierced the ghost shield of the holy magician on the ghost ship. No wonder.

He held the iron sword, took a few steps forward, raised the tip of his arm against the light curtain. Ling Wei smiled, and then a strange scene appeared. The little King Kong with the strength of the Holy Level used a light curtain that could not be helped by it, and it was like a fragile white paper in front of the broken sword. Ling Wei pulled gently, and after a "zi" sound, the light curtain cracked a gap.