His name is Nuan Yang, which is his mother's name.
No last name.
Because I didn't see my father before I was ten years old.
Now, his name is Lin Zhao.
Xuanjuemen died and were injured, blood flowed like a river overnight.
The demons attacked on a large scale, and the Xuanjue Sect was powerless to resist. The originally majestic and majestic sect was shrouded in a disgusting bloody smell.
Lin Zhao leaned lazily, sitting on the main seat in the hall of Xuanjue Sect, with a huge bronze bell hanging behind him.
The head of the sect was bound by the demonic energy all over his body, he bared his teeth and looked at Lin Zhao, the cultivation base in his dantian was constantly surging, but his body couldn't break free.
Around the main hall and outside, there were harsh laughter and chewing and rubbing sounds from the demons.
The half of the head was soaked in blood, "Are you that bastard from back then?!"
Questions, exclamations, and statements.
Several peak masters all had murderous intent on their faces.
Lin Zhao was still in a slack and non-painful posture, and with the pressure of his demonic energy, the headmaster's knees hit the ground heavily, causing two gaps in the marble floor.
He turned his head, looking condescendingly from above with the slightly raised corners of his eyes, all of which was his disregard for life from above, and the casualness of vanishing ashes with the snap of his fingers.
She hooked her lips, the blood in her eyes became more intense, and the long silver hair behind her was flying in the foul wind.
He raised his hand slightly, and his white and slender fingers were exposed on the wide snow-white sleeves. With a light wave, the kneeling master quickly approached him.
The height was just right, he stretched out his hand, and it looked as if he had put it into the soft water, reaching into the dantian of the head of the sect.
The head of the sect struggled violently, his eyes widened and his eyes almost popped out, his mouth was wide open but he couldn't make any sound.
Lin Zhao gathered his fingers together, the sound of cracking was very small, but it was louder than any other sound in the noisy hall.
In just a few breaths, he slowly withdrew his hand, and the blood and sticky matter attached to his skin quickly fell off, and the entire palm was as clean as before when it left the head's body.
As for the sect leader, his body was limp and paralyzed on the ground, his dantian was crushed, and he was aging rapidly. His skin was covered with wrinkles, and his skin and bones were almost instantly skinny, like a thousand-year-old corpse unearthed and undecomposed.
Lin Zhao stood up, and the horror in the entire hall was suppressed by the strong magic pressure in his throat. He turned his head and glanced at the terrified expressions of everyone in the hall.
tasteless.
Caress the corner of the clothes.
The man with long white and silver hair fluttering around and bright red eyes with a clear expression walked past the Shura field and stood quietly at the entrance of the main hall.
The wind spirit attracted by the demonic energy made him soar into the air smoothly, and left at an unhurried speed.
The words hung in the air and pressed down, with a dull impatience and indifference, "Ten days later, quietly close the door."
Xuanjue Sect is one of the seven great sects in the Daizhou Continent. Its strength is constant, and it was destroyed overnight, shocking the entire continent.
The six major sects gathered quickly, and even some small sects that they usually looked down upon were exceptionally summoned, as well as casual cultivators.
Prepare to attack the rampant demons.
Ten days later, Jinghemen, with masters from various sects sitting in front of them, was waiting in full force.
Did not escape.
There were countless deaths and injuries in Jinghemen, but the reason why the door was not destroyed was because they ran a lot before.
The sacred place in the hearts of the former cultivators has now become a stronghold of the demons.
In just over ten days, Xuanjuemen has been dilapidated. The majestic palace is full of dried and blackened blood, unknown poisonous insects, and human bones and limbs everywhere.
The subordinates came to report, and the remaining five sects sent the saints of each sect, hoping to make peace with Linzhao.
The world of cultivating immortals has always been ruthless, killing if they can beat, killing for treasure, killing for luck, just like ordinary people eating and drinking.
If you can't beat it, you can cheat, if you can sell it, you can sell it.
Cultivating immortals, competing with the sky for longevity, and going against the sky, the law of heaven is against it from the very beginning.
Qingruo and Linzhao were sitting on the main seat when the other four saintesses entered the door. The treasure of the main entrance of Xuanjuemen is called the Demon-Suppressing Bell. It is said that it has spiritual consciousness and can suppress the demons.
Now, under the seat of Linzhao.
Lin Zhao held a snow-white fox in his hand. The fox's eyes were full of terror, and the round black eyes were almost full of tears. Lin Zhao held his neck loosely but did not dare to struggle.
Lin Zhao turned his head and saw a group of five beauties who came, each wearing the same color fairy skirt, the details of the skirt design are different, the dress is beautiful and has its own style.
It took a lot of effort to think about how many major sects to come to.
Lin Zhao threw the fox casually, fell to the ground and rolled a few times and hit the pillar. The fox didn't dare to run away, sat up and leaned against the pillar in a daze, trembling white fur all over his body.
The four beauties were also trembling, with uncontrollable fear and disdain for the demons in their eyes, but at this moment they had no choice but to smile softly, hoping that their sect would avoid this evil star.
Qing Ruo was staring at the clock under his chair in a daze.
She was wearing a grass-green Liuxian skirt, unlike the two around her who showed their waist and legs. The style of the skirt was really conservative, and it was so tightly covered that even hands could not be seen.
Only the slender, white and tender neck was exposed, with a little clavicle angle.
The silver swing on the specially pulled hair is very delicate, a small strand of hair is bent at the collarbone, twisted twice and stopped at the shoulder, as if reluctant to leave.
Lin Zhao glanced at it briefly, but was not interested. It's just the subordinate's self-assertion, ready to send someone back to the sect.
He sat high, Qingruo raised his head slightly, and the dilapidated Xuanjuemen hall was separated in the middle, her voice was clear and soft with small echoes.
"Linzhao, how did you put your chair up there?"
In an instant, all the creatures in the hall except the two of them held their breath.
Lin Zhao's eyes fell on her face.
She was curious, pure curiosity.
So ask.
Lin Zhao raised his hand and beckoned to her gently, "Come and see for yourself."
The tone is light and peaceful.
Qing Ruo let out a soft oh, stretched out her hands covered by her sleeves, her fingertips were like green onions, she grabbed the hem of her skirt, and walked towards him step by step.
She was walking towards him with her back to the four saintesses who came together, so she couldn't see the wonderful expressions on their faces now.
Lin Zhaofang supported his chin with his raised hand. The hall was dilapidated, and there were many cracks on the ground. The sound of her footsteps was soft and heavy. Lin Zhao heard the sound approaching slowly, and suddenly felt that it was starting to be interesting.
The top of the big clock is pointed, and he didn't use his magic energy, but the chair landed on it firmly.
When Qing Ruo got to the big clock, she put down her skirt, put her palm on the heavy clock, tilted her head and looked up, suddenly smiled, "Oh~ so the chair didn't fall on it."
Lin summoned the magic energy and fixed the chair in mid-air.
Lin Zhao bowed her head, her hand was really beautiful, it was placed on the old clock, the color contrasted sharply.
He turned his head and glanced at the white-haired fox huddled in the corner of the pillar.
The fox flew over from the sky, with an obedient expression like a steamed bun, letting it be flattened and rounded.
It didn't fall into Linzhao's hands, but landed in Qingruo's arms. The fox let out a long sigh of relief, but couldn't show it.
Qing Ruo blinked her eyes, very strange, a little surprised.
The clean and clear pupils were no longer purely curious like before, this time there was a little accident mixed in. He lowered his head and glanced at the well-behaved little fox in his arms, one hand rested on its soft long fur, the corners of his mouth showed a small arc, and his eyes added a little bit of love.
Undisguised emotion.
Lin Zhao's fangs pierced his mouth suddenly, and his dark eyes instantly turned bright red.
"Keep it." He opened his mouth, looking at Qing Ruo's round hair that was exposed when he lowered his head slightly.
"Okay!" Without hesitation, he was straightforward.
The voice is sweet and sweet, with the sweet and fruity feeling of a little girl.
The five saintesses were left together.
The main peak of Xuanjuemen was the most severely damaged. The other peaks were not much better.
The four saintesses are divided into one peak. They each chose the cave, and immediately sacrificed various magic weapons to make defensive arrangements. The whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and they didn't care about it. After that, they cleaned up the broken corpses and bloodstains.
It is said that she is a saint, but in fact, being pushed out by the sect like this is undoubtedly sent to death. No one's status in the sect is too high, and of course it is not too low. There must also be a beautiful face and a perfect figure.
People at this level are already familiar with life and death in the world of cultivating immortals, and they clean up the cave very quickly.
Only Qingruo is an exception. He took her to another peak, and returned to the main peak hall without waiting for a minute.
Standing in front of Linzhao holding the little fox in his arms, pursing his lips slightly, his eyes dodging slightly, his voice soft and waxy as if embarrassed, "Linzhao, me, can I live here?"
Lin Zhao has already got off the chair, and now there are various universe bags piled up on the ground in front of him. The owner is dead, and he can easily erase the confinement. He is bored looking at what is inside one by one, dragging out the ones he likes and throwing them away Put it into your own Qiankun bag.
Lin Zhao glanced at her, the fox in her arms, because of her words, was already lying on her arms, looking hopeless.
"Oh?" His tone was shallow.
He dragged something out of the Qiankun bag in his hand and threw it into his own Qiankun bag, and casually threw it into the pile that he no longer wanted.
The small Qiankun bags have been piled up in the shape of a hill half the height of a person.
Qing Ruo didn't speak, her eyes followed the parabola and landed on the hill.
Lin Zhao chuckled, "Want?"
Before she could answer, with a gesture of her hand, the hill moved to Qing Ruo's feet.
The fox in her arms, who was pretending to be dead, instantly sat up straight.
Lin Zhao didn't like the things in it, but it didn't mean that everyone was as rich and powerful as him.
The fox sat up suddenly, Qing Ruo looked down at it, raised her hand to stroke the fur on its head to comfort her, but without looking at Lin Zhao, she shook her head, "No." The next sentence was as thin as Mosquitoes screamed, and the cheeks were stained with a light and attractive powder, "I, I am afraid of death."
Lin Zhao's hearing is very good.
The smooth movements of his hands paused. Indeed, every peak of Xuanjuemen is full of dead people and broken limbs. Although it was chaotic here, but because he was here, his subordinates had already cleaned it up.
"Why did you come here?" Lin Zhao continued to move and asked her.
The Qiankun bag in his hand passed by quickly, and he didn't pay attention to see what was inside.
Qing Ruo pursed her lips, "Father went to retreat in a secret realm, and the peak master and head of the sect asked me to come."
"Father?"
Her eyes were dyed with a bright and warm color like spring, and there was a soft and long-lasting nostalgia, and her voice was hot, like the heat of a fire spirit seeping into her skin, "Father is the master of Yunze Peak, father is very powerful~ "
Even if he has been in the Demon Realm for a long time and only recently joined the sect, he has heard of Peak Master Yunze. Sword cultivator, powerful and domineering, also has a nickname, the number one father in the world. It is said that the Dongfu mountain range of the daughter of the master of Yunze Peak is piled up with spirit stones.
The Zongmen wanted to put Yunze's daughter to death, but also wanted Yunze and him to live forever
Lin Zhao took out a cosmic bag full of magic beast spirit fruits in his hand and threw it into her arms to a fox that was about to drool. Handing the Qiankun bag to Qingruo, she curled her lips, "Well, your father is very powerful."
The bag hangs halfway in the air.
The little girl raised a bright smile, "Thank you~"
**
Thank you...
The long-lost two words,
The long-lost heat.
—[Black box]