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She wondered how big brother was doing. Thinking of Meng Luo, Ling Chuxi couldn\'t help but worry for Ling Wushang.

What she didn\'t know was that the tough girl who made her and Liang jinhuai\'s faces change was already Under Ling Wushang\'s control. She couldn\'t use any of her martial arts skills. She could only feel sullen and depressed. And now, Ling Wushang had even used a small trick to send him to God knows where.

The fluctuation of spiritual energy during Ling Chuxi\'s advancement inevitably attracted the attention of others.

Looking at the tent filled with dense spiritual energy, even the arrogant Gongxi kuangdao and the calm and composed Ling Yichen felt a little helpless, let alone the others. It had only been a short while, and the two of them had yet to completely calm down from the joy of advancing to the heavenly Yuan stage. They had just consolidated their strength and were preparing to break through to the middle stage of the heavenly Yuan stage, but Ling Chuxi had already reached the late stage of the heavenly Yuan stage.

Speaking of which, the speed of their improvement was considered fast in the entire sect\'s Saint realm. However, when compared to Ling Chuxi, they finally understood what speed was. It was really a case of comparing people to die, but comparing goods was like throwing away goods.

Meanwhile, in a tent at the very edge of the campsite, the big black face and Xiao Rou were also shocked. As the inheritors of the Demon King bloodline, from the moment they saw Ling Chuxi, their innate self-confidence had been continuously hit. At this moment, the frustration in their hearts had reached its peak.

"He advanced again, how did he advance again?" Xiao Rou\'s cherry-like mouth was slightly agape as she spoke in disbelief. He remembered that when he first met Ling Chuxi, their cultivation was only before uncle Zhong \'S. Ling Chuxi had relied on her martial Dao\'s alchemy heart to suppress him. But now, Ling Chuxi, who had advanced in rank, had left him far behind.

Thinking back to the two slaps she had received in the little silver ancient mountain, Xiao Rou sadly realized a problem. She was afraid that she would never have the chance to take revenge in this life.

"Young master, why don\'t we go back to the little silver ancient mountain and find a way to awaken our bloodline? if this continues, she\'ll reach the Grandmaster realm, and our bloodline won\'t be able to fully awaken. We can forget about revenge for the rest of our lives." The big black face said to Zhen Ye with a simple and honest look.

Looking in the direction of Ling Chuxi\'s tent, the little demon Emperor\'s delicate and handsome face seemed to be a little happy and a little excited. In any case, it was hard to see or guess. Up until now, Ling Chuxi still did not know that the Xiao Hong beside her was Zhen Ye. She also did not know that the mysterious demonic beast that had saved her in times of crisis was also Zhen Ye.

"Do you want to go back to the silver Mountain to awaken your bloodline, or are you afraid of going back to the Golden core sect?" How could Zhen Ye not know what the big black face was thinking? the Golden core sect had good food and shelter, and its spiritual Qi was in no way inferior to the little silver ancient mountain. If he had not been afraid of li shaoqiu\'s alchemy skills, he would not have returned to the little silver ancient mountain even if he was beaten to death. As for awakening his bloodline and taking revenge, he had never been so concerned about it before.

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