Lingxu hugged Ling Xuanxiao. Ahhhh!! My disciple...
He suddenly raised his head, staring with eyes full of hatred at the old emperor who had changed his appearance and aura.
"You actually dared to kill my beloved disciple, I will take your life today!"
The old emperor:...
At this moment, the old emperor felt as though his heart had shattered.
Ling Xuanxiao was dead. The second transmigrator in this world had died just like that, in such a muddled fashion.
Did that mean his own plan had lost all meaning?
Killed by this brainless pig!!
The old emperor glared at Lingxu with an expression even more furious than Lingxu's.
You pig who only knows how to fight.
"Huh?"
At that moment, Lingxu suddenly discovered that his dear disciple had turned into an octopus tentacle.
He shook it with his hand.
Master, this disciple is right here, do not worry.
Ling Xuanxiao transmitted his voice through his mental lake.
Lingxu felt a surge of joy.
When he came this time, he had originally prepared to drag this rebellious disciple back for a proper scolding.
He had forged his own handwriting yet again, and obtained secret texts from goodness knows where.
He had mobilized the sect's Tribulation Crossing Elders without authorization to carry out a mission.
Any single one of those offenses broke the major taboos.
Thus, Lingxu had come to Divine Grass Mountain personally to grab the culprit,
"Under your feet."
Lingxu had not paid attention just now, but upon probing now, he located Ling Xuanxiao's whereabouts and could not help nodding.
Seeing his disciple come back from the dead, great joy filled his heart.
Only then did Lingxu remember to observe the surrounding situation.
This fellow billowing with dense black qi and evil energy was definitely no good person.
Furthermore, his