Xuan Ling struggled and asked anxiously, "Yan Yan, he didn't hurt you, did he?"

Lingling looked at Sheng Xiyan, complex emotions flashing in her eyes, including jealousy and desire.

He extended his hand, his tone was a little bewitching: "Yanyan, come here."

Sheng Xiyan's eyebrows were raised, her eyes widened, and she shouted angrily, "How could you treat the emperor like this? I will take you back today!"

As she spoke, she clasped her hands together and mobilized the spiritual power in her body.

However, because she was nine months pregnant, her spiritual power was weak and her face turned pale in an instant. Her spiritual power flashed slightly before disappearing without a trace.

Seeing this, Lingling laughed out loud, her laughter filled with pride and arrogance:

"I am no longer the person you transformed into with your spiritual energy. I am now the fusion of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, as well as the dragon and yang energy of the emperor. I will kill him today, and Yanyan, you will belong to me alone!"

After saying that, he waved his hands and a dazzling golden light shot towards Xuan Ling.

Sheng Xiyan was horrified and stood in front of Xuan Ling.

Although the fetus in her belly was almost nine months old, making her movements slow and her spiritual power much weaker than before, she still struggled to resist the yellow light.

But her spiritual power seemed so insignificant in front of Lingling that she was unable to resist the powerful attack at all.

"Yanyan, get out of the way!" Lingling shouted.

"I won't let you. If you want to kill Xuan Lang, kill me first!"

"How could I bear to kill you? Xuan Ling and I look exactly like each other, so why do you insist on having him? Even if you kill him, I will still be with you, Yanyan!"

"It's different! You can't replace Xuanlang's position in my heart, never!" Sheng Xiyan said resolutely.

Just when the yellow light was about to hit Sheng Xiyan and Xuan Ling, Xuan Ling's body suddenly shone brightly, and a tall man in a white robe appeared out of thin air.

He has an upright posture, a stern face, and exudes a powerful and mysterious aura.

Sheng Xiyan took a closer look and was shocked, recognizing him as Emperor Xuanxi of the Ninth Heaven.

"Emperor, is that you?"

She asked foolishly, and the image of Jiuchongtian appeared in her mind, with her wearing a pink dress and chasing Xuanxi.

Xuan Xi raised his hand slightly, and a soft white light shot out, easily blocking the yellow light.

Lingling's face changed drastically, her eyes filled with fear.

Xuan Xi's voice was deep and dignified. "Yan Yan, it's only because I gave you half of my godhood when I pushed you off the Zhuxian Terrace in my previous life that this imposter was able to use that half of my godhood to break through your magic power and cultivate himself."

Lingling cried out in fear: "No, Yanyan, I don't want to leave you, don't abandon me!"

His voice was filled with despair and reluctance. He had fallen deeply in love with Sheng Xiyan the first time she appeared in his illusion.

"Yanyan, I will pick plum blossoms for you, tell you jokes, and comb your hair. I want to be with you every day and night, sleeping soundly with your fragrance. I don't want to stay in the dark, I just want to be where you are..."

Sheng Xiyan burst into tears and knelt in front of Xuan Xi, begging, "Emperor, can you please not kill him? He is so pitiful."

Xuan Xi frowned slightly, counted with his fingers, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes: "He is destined to be with you and me, I will not kill him."

He turned to look at Lingling and said in a deep voice, "Go, go to where you should go."