My big sister is really cool

It's about to dawn.

In another hidden cave, Mo Ziyuan hid in with Wang Xueyue and others.

There was a lot of turmoil outside, there were three mortals and one seriously injured elder here, it was useless at all.

A bonfire illuminated the faces of everyone.

There was no blood on Wang Xueyue's face. When she fled, her face was scratched. She was so embarrassed that she took a sip of hot water from Mo Ziyuan.

Only then did he look at the man in the black robe with complicated eyes.

Mo Ziyuan, why did she do this?
Not long ago, she received a secret report that the entire Mo family had rebelled, not only taking Donglin Prefecture from the Wang family, but also raising a group of demon soldiers, planning to attack the palace.

It has to be said that the ambition of the Mo family leader is really great.

If it wasn't for the disciples of Xuantianzong who were ordered to investigate the demon clan, the group of demon soldiers from the Mo family, and the head of the Mo family had a son of the Jindan stage who was practicing in Xuantianzong.

Maybe he really made it happen.

After all, the Jindan cultivator is the legendary existence that only one person can defeat ten thousand people.

With such an existence, it is not easy to want the throne in the world.

However, looking at Mo Ziyuan now, Wang Xueyue was full of doubts.

Is he toward his father or not?

Does the magic soldier in Mo Fu's mansion have anything to do with him?
He and Xianshu should have a bad relationship, why should they save them now?

Wang Xueyue couldn't figure it out even if she was thinking about it. Mrs. Mo gave birth to two sons back then. The two were twin brothers, but because there was a cloud of black air between the elder brother's brows, which was an ominous omen, his mother was quickly killed. He was imprisoned in the small black room by the head of the Mo family since he was a child.

The outside world can only be understood through a barred window.

If things go on like this, many things in the outside world may not be seen clearly by others, but he can see them clearly from the sidelines.

This also cultivated his scheming ability to play tricks on others.

However, Mo Zicheng did not dislike Wang Xueyue's scrutinizing gaze.

Anyway, as long as the real Mo Ziyuan is not let go by that woman for a day, then he is the real Mo Ziyuan.

He, Mo Zicheng, can replace him, Mo Ziyuan.

However, the only special person in the world is suffering, but he can't just sit by and watch, and it's almost dawn, so he should come forward.

Even if he makes the move this time, his identity will be revealed.

As long as Wang Xianshu doesn't die, then everything is worth it.

Mo Ziyuan waved his sleeves and cast a barrier at the entrance of the cave.

"You stay here, don't go out unless I come back to pick you up in person."

Mo Ziyuan said lightly.

Wang Xueyue stopped him, "Are you going to save Xianshu? Take me with you, I can't just watch Xianshu suffer."

Mo Ziyuan looked back at her, said nothing, and walked out.

Wang Xueyue stayed up all night, and the disciples of the Seven Star Sect wantonly burned, killed and looted the Lin family. When she rushed back, Lin Lang was leading a few Lin family soldiers to resist desperately.

Opposite him were two siblings, Su Wu and Su Qiaoer.

Su Qiaoer threw down a torch casually, and the fire blazed up, and a large area of ​​mountains and forests were surrounded by raging fires.

She shot again at random, and several invisible silver needles went towards the soldiers of the Lin family. The soldiers were instantly frozen, and they were all broken into pieces with a light touch.

Wang Xueyue's chest felt tight, almost suffocating.

This threat of death was too strong, she felt like a fish landed on the shore, unable to breathe.

At this time, Su Qiaoer, who had been keeping her gaze on Lin Lang, saw Wang Xueyue, whom he had been secretly paying attention to, felt dissatisfied, and was about to make a move.

Unexpectedly, Lin Lang would stand in front of her.

"Since you are here to trouble my Lin family, don't make things difficult for others."

Su Qiaoer saw that the mature and elegant man with a little aloofness turned out to be so indifferent to her because of others, and she was immediately dissatisfied, "Brother Lin, who is she, you actually killed me because of her."

The little girl looked extremely wronged, but she was merciless in her attack, and the three silver needles came towards Wang Xueyue's eyebrows.

"Clang clang."

The two silver needles fell to the ground, and soon frost appeared on Lin Lang's sword, and the frost and snow went all the way up the blade.

And the last silver needle was caught by him with his hand.

"why?"

Wang Xueyue murmured.

Subconsciously hugging the man who fell into his arms, frost had already appeared on his body, and it began to corrode from the surface of the body into the heart veins bit by bit.

"Why did you do this? As you said, we respect each other as guests. Why do you risk your own life to save me?"

Wang Xueyue couldn't believe it.

She has always been calm and wise, but Lin Lang rarely sees her like this.

"Don't cry."

Then he turned his head, "You have always wanted that rare treasure, save me, and I will tell you."

After Lin Lang finished speaking, he was completely frozen, and even closed his eyes weakly.

Only the heart still had a weak vibration.

Su Qiaoer's eyes lit up, they came here this time just to want that rare treasure, of course, there is a second purpose that cannot be told to others.

It is said that the ancestors of the Lin family were beast masters. For thousands of years, they have been studying how to tame spirit beasts for their own use. They used their own experience to compile a book of beast mastering formulas.

However, the Lin family was born close to spirit beasts. The higher the spirit power and intelligence of the spirit beasts, the easier it would be for them to feel close to the descendants of the Lin family, and even recognize their own masters.

Therefore, the two brothers and sisters also came after hearing the news.

They didn't have any hope at first, after all they killed so many descendants of the Lin family, but none of them showed such talent, and the entire Lin family didn't even see a shadow of a spirit beast.

Could it be that the Lin family's beast master is a lie?

Su Qiaoer's eyes flickered slightly, "Okay, then you must teach me the art of controlling beasts."

Su Qiaoer picked up a ball of spiritual power in her palm, and covered Lin Lang's chest, dispelling the cold air in his body bit by bit.

At this moment, Lin Lang suddenly opened his eyes, and the long sword lay across her neck. Lin Lang grabbed her arm with one hand, and commanded Xin Zhao behind him.

"Take Madam away, the farther the better, never come back!"

When he spoke, he didn't look back, but looked at Su Wu, who was about the same size as himself.

Although Su Qiaoer is cruel, he doesn't have much scheming, and Su Wu's eyes can't even see through Lin Lang.

He is the person Lin Lang fears the most.

Fortunately, he sent out the sons of the direct descendants of the clan before, and he caught the rest temporarily.

It is impossible to hand over the beast-controlling technique, even if Lin Lang is destined to die, even if the light of the Lin family's beast-controlling can no longer be illuminated.

It is absolutely impossible for him to do such a thing of betraying his ancestors!
"Brother, save me!"

As soon as Su Qiaoer struggled, a bloodstain appeared on her neck. She became terrified, and raised her hand to pierce the cold silver needle into his chest.

A man's cold voice came from above his head.

"If you dare to do it, then I will definitely kill you before I die."

"Even if you kill me, so what? We cultivators are immortal, and our souls still exist after death. At that time, you can only be our puppet and be trapped by us."

Su Qiaoer sneered, but she still didn't dare to take it lightly, how could it be so easy to cultivate, she didn't know how much she had suffered until she got to this point.

Even if she is also a genius with top-grade spiritual roots.

If he is really dead, there will be a weak soul left, and he still wants to practice again, and he doesn't know when he will be.