The southern border is thousands of miles away, but there is not an inch of your pure land.

Ruge, only in my arms is peace and tranquility!

"call."

There was a spiritual light shining outside Helian Mountain, blocking the sudden rain three feet above the head.

But at this time, the face of the leader of the Immortal Sect was no longer kind, but instead had a strong sense of loneliness.

"Holy Son! Do you know what kind of disaster Southern Xinjiang will face because you insist on going your own way?"

"So, what is the emperor's intention?"

Ling Xiao raised a hint of gentleness at the corner of his mouth and looked up at the elders of the Immortal Sect in front of him.

"Although you are the Holy Son, your actions today have violated morality, so... I need to capture you and hand you over to the first divine envoy."

Helianshan took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became cold.

After all, someone has to bear the consequences of today's tragedy.

Otherwise, Immortal Xuanzong might become the target of public criticism.

Holy Son Lingxiao, your path has finally become narrow.

What about the invincible fairy figure and the young emperor?

Being so deviant will lead you astray sooner or later, which is unacceptable to the people!

"Oh? Really?"

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, but silently muttered in his heart, "Three, two, one..."

"boom!!"

On the mountain road in the distance, there was suddenly a vast and powerful spirit, tearing apart the rain curtain and turning into thousands of miles of demonic energy to cover the void.

The determination on Helianshan's face had not yet dissipated, but it completely solidified at this moment.
Chapter completed!