100,000 years ago, the Demon Abyss suddenly appeared, evil spirits invaded, and humanity fell into its darkest hour.
Li Lingge, the first Great Emperor of the Human Race, to protect all livin...
Ruan Yu was startled, then frowned: "What?"
The disciple knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice.
"Senior Sister Liu's soul lamp just went out. I'm afraid...something happened to her!"
Ruan Yu subconsciously looked at Li Lingge, because Li Lingge should be the last person who had seen Liu Ruyan. Now that Liu Ruyan was dead, Li Lingge actually dared to stand in front of her openly.
Li Lingge's heart tightened. He didn't expect the news to spread so quickly. The reason why Si Wujizi killed people in the Hehuan Secret Sect was because he had the leverage over the leader of the Hehuan Secret Sect.
But this handle is only useful to the sect leader, not to the sect leader's wife.
"What happened to Fairy Liu? She was fine when I left just now!"
Ruan Yu stared at Li Lingge's eyes, trying to find a flaw, but those eyes were as deep as a pool and there was no sign of anything unusual.
After a while, she slowly exhaled and waved her hand.
"You step back first, I will handle this matter myself."
After the disciple left, Ruan Yu looked at Li Lingge again and suddenly giggled.
"Mr. Li, it seems that today is not a good time to talk."
She gently stroked his Adam's apple with her fingertips and gave instructions to the maid beside her.
"Go and ask the Sect Master to come over. I'll go and take care of Liu Ruyan's matter."
Li Lingge's throat rolled, and he tried hard to stay calm.
"Thank you, ma'am."
A moment later.
The temperature in the hall suddenly dropped, and an extremely cold aura surged in like a tide.
The red carpet on the ground swayed without wind, as if it was stirred up by some invisible force.
Click, click, click!
Steady footsteps came from behind the hall, and every step seemed to step on one's heart, making people hold their breath involuntarily.
The next moment, a tall figure slowly walked into the hall.
Zhang Xianzong was wearing a dark red robe with intricate cassia flower patterns embroidered on the hem. Blood-colored threads were faintly flowing at the cuffs, as if they were alive.
His face was handsome, almost bewitching, with a faint red devilish pattern between his eyebrows, and his eyes were as deep as the abyss. Just one glance at him was enough to shock people.
The pressure of the Divine Emperor realm was undisguisedly cast upon Li Lingge!
Faced with this pressure that was enough to make an ordinary Immortal Emperor kneel down, Li Lingge remained calm.
"Li Lingge has met Sect Master Zhang."
His voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and even had a hint of calmness.
Zhang Xianzong's eyes flickered slightly, and he felt a little surprised.
How could this kid remain so calm under his pressure?
Li Lingge glanced at the several female disciples of the Hehuan Tantric Sect standing in the hall and spoke softly.
"I have a matter of vital importance to the survival of the Hehuan Secret Sect, and I need to speak with the Sect Master alone."
"Is it related to the survival of the Hehuan Tantric Sect?"
Zhang Xianzong narrowed his eyes. This kid was only at the Immortal Emperor level. Even if he had any conspiracy, it would not make any waves in front of him.
What's more, he wanted to see what this monster, who made the Medicine King God and the Sword God fight over, was trying to do!
“Back off!”
Zhang Xianzong spoke lightly, his voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable command.
The maids in the hall bowed their heads and quickly left the hall.
Squeak——
The heavy palace door slowly closed, blocking out all prying eyes from the outside world.
The moment the palace door closed, Zhang Xianzong waved his sleeves.
"Now, you can tell me."
He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as cold as a knife, staring straight at Li Lingge.
"What is it that warrants your caution?"
Li Lingge raised the corners of his lips slightly, and a deep light flashed in his eyes.
"This matter concerns the life and death of Sect Master Zhang."
"Oh?" Zhang Xianzong's voice was slightly cold. "If you continue to exaggerate, you might not be able to leave this hall today."
Li Lingge slowly stretched out his hand, his five fingers were slender, the joints were distinct, and his palm was facing upwards, as if waiting for something.
"I want two Yin-Yang Harmony Pills from the Hehuan Tantric Sect."
His voice was soft, but every word was clear, echoing in the silent hall.
Zhang Xianzong's pupils shrank slightly, and then his expression suddenly became gloomy.
This kid, he made such a big fuss, saying the sect's survival was at stake, all for two pills?!
His eyes narrowed slightly, and the aura around him suddenly became dangerous.
"Li Lingge! Are you kidding me?!"
However, just as he was about to have an attack, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
Behind this kid stands the Fuyao Sect, and he might even be the Medicine King God!
He would never dare to be so presumptuous alone. There must be another deeper meaning behind this!
Thinking of this, Zhang Xianzong suppressed the murderous intent surging in his heart and said coldly:
"The Yin-Yang Harmony Pill is our sect's most precious treasure. The Yin-Yang Harmony Flower, the main ingredient, alone requires tens of millions of years to make. And you're asking me for two just by touching your upper lip to your lower lip?"
His voice was low, with a hint of suppressed anger.
"What can you offer in exchange?"
Facing Zhang Xianzong's questioning, Li Lingge just shook his head slightly, his tone calm and almost indifferent:
"I won't exchange it. I'll take it for free."
Cough cough cough!
Zhang Xianzong's eyes widened instantly and he coughed dryly, as if he had heard something extremely absurd.
"Are you kidding me?!"
Li Lingge's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at him calmly, obviously not joking at all.
After confirming that Li Lingge was not joking, Zhang Xianzong took a deep breath, and the aura around him suddenly became violent!
boom!
The entire hall trembled violently, and only a dazzling blood light burst out from between Zhang Xianzong's brows!
His robes moved without wind, and faint blood-colored threads flowed in his sleeves, as if he was about to strike at the next moment and kill Li Lingge on the spot!
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