Offering my divine power to break my karma

Thousands of years ago, the Phoenix Kingdom was the only country in the mortal world whose strength could be compared with that of the Dragon Kingdom.

But for some unknown reason, this powerful country suddenly disappeared from the mortal world overnight.

The cities and people of Feng Kingdom all disappeared, as if this powerful country had never existed and people's memories of it were just imaginations.

There is a document in the Qingyun Sect's library that records:

The sudden disappearance of Fengguo alarmed the entire world of immortal cultivation. All major sects sent disciples to investigate the truth of the matter, but they all found nothing.

The disappearance of Fengguo has become one of the ten unsolved mysteries in the world of immortal cultivation.

Ling stroked the teacup with his fingers, and his mental power silently swept over the thick demonic aura on Si Mo's body.

If this is really the Phoenix Kingdom that suddenly disappeared a thousand years ago, then the disappearance of the Phoenix Kingdom must be related to the demons.

But what kind of monster is this, and why is its demonic energy so pure?

It is so pure that even if it touches mortals, it does not seem to have any negative impact on them.

This kind of pure demonic energy is so rare that it makes people wonder, is this a kind-hearted monster?

But if he was really a kind-hearted devil, why did he cause the Phoenix Kingdom to disappear in the mortal world?

Is there some unknown connection here?

In addition, what kind of connection is there between all this and the secret realm of floating life?

These mysteries are like layers of fog, shrouding Zero's heart and making him elusive.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Ling did not answer Si Mo's question about his identity. Instead, he directly asked Si Mo's purpose of coming here.

"I wonder what your highness would like to ask you?"

Hearing the coldness in Ling's tone, Si Mo raised an eyebrow.

He does not care about his status as a crown prince, and does not seem to have much respect for the royal family.

This doesn't look like the people of their Feng Country, but more like...

Thinking of the two people who were bullying others in Feng Kingdom, Si Mo lowered his eyes, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Ling keenly sensed the murderous intent emanating from Si Mo, but that murderous intent did not seem to be directed at him.

So, through me, who did the Crown Prince think of?

Suppressing the negative emotions in my heart, when I looked up again, my smile was still as bright as the spring breeze:

"It's like this, Miss Murong. I also used one of the amulets you gave to Hu San a few days ago. The effect was very good. So I want to ask if I can buy more from you, since you drew those amulets yourself?"

Whenever he thought of the effect of that light talisman, Si Mo's deep eyes would involuntarily look towards Ling, and his eyes revealed an unconcealable hope.

It's like a person who is lost and desperate in the desert and suddenly finds a life-saving straw.

Ling was keenly aware of Si Mo's emotional changes and was sure that what Si Mo said was true and he was not lying to him. He really came for the amulet.

Ling frowned. It was just a talisman. Was it worth the Crown Prince being so excited?

Moreover, Ling had given Hu San a stack of amulets before, probably more than 100 of them. Isn’t that enough?

"May I ask His Royal Highness what he wants the amulet for?"

Although the amulet only has the function of ensuring safety, wanting so many at once is obviously unusual, so Ling still wants to ask clearly.

After hearing Ling's question, Si Mo fell silent. It seemed that he didn't want to answer Ling's question, but also didn't know where to start.

Hu San, who was standing not far away, saw that his master had fallen silent. He scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously and wanted to go up and tell the truth himself.

For some reason, Hu San felt that this Mr. Murong was a good man and worthy of trust.

However, although Hu San is simple-minded, he is not a brainless person. He dare not act rashly without the order from his master.

Seeing Si Mo fall silent, Ling was not in a hurry and continued to drink tea leisurely. After all, he was not the one who needed help.

Well, this tea is really good, worthy of being the collection of the great master.

There doesn't seem to be much tea left in the storage bracelet. I have to find a chance to cheat Master Niu Ren again. Oh no! I have to ask Master Niu Ren for some more to drink.

Qingze, who was once again cheated of a can of tea by his good junior fellow apprentice, carefully put away the little tea he had left. He felt a little nervous for some reason, as if his precious tea was in danger again.

One person was in deep thought while the other was drinking tea, and before they knew it, a quarter of an hour had passed.

As if he had figured something out, Si Mo looked up at Ling Shi again, with a little more determination in his eyes.

"Miss Murong is a Taoist practitioner?"

I was a little surprised that Si Mo would suddenly ask such a question.

Isn't it obvious whether he is a Taoist or not? How can a non-Taoist draw talismans?

"Of course it is."

Si Mo was not at all surprised by Ling's answer and asked again:

"Then what does Taoist Murong think of us ordinary mortals?"

After asking this question, Si Mo stared at Ling's face, as if trying to judge whether Ling's answer was sincere by the changes in Ling's expression.

Ling was a little surprised to hear Si Mo's question. However, from the change of addressing "Miss Murong" to "Master Murong", it can be seen that Si Mo was very serious when he asked this question.

After thinking carefully, Zero replied:

"To be honest, for me, I don't have much opinion about ordinary people in your mortal world."

Si Mo frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with Ling's answer.

Zero continued:

"I am just a cultivator, not a true immortal. I am also a human. Even if I really ascend to become an immortal in the future, my essence is still human."

"To me, the cultivators in the immortal world are my kind, and so are the ordinary people in your mortal world. As for my kind, I only divide them into good people, bad people, acquaintances, and strangers."

Ling Hualuo stopped talking and waited quietly for Si Mo's next question.

After hearing Ling's words, Si Mo's heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

Same kind, it turns out that these high and mighty immortal cultivators also regard ordinary people like them as their own kind.

It turns out that not all immortal cultivators treat ordinary people like them as ants that can be crushed to death at will.

Si Mo took a deep breath and asked the last question.

"If Miss Murong encounters a Taoist priest who brings disaster to the world, how will she deal with it?"

Almost as soon as Si Mo asked the question, Ling answered without hesitation:

"kill!"

Hearing the word "kill" from Ling, which contained a strong murderous aura, Si Mo's whole body trembled, and the look in his eyes was extremely bright at this moment.

"Miss Murong, are you serious?"

"nature."

Zero said calmly:

"I am a disciple of a righteous sect. If I really encounter a cultivator who harms the world, it is my duty to eliminate him."

After Ling finished speaking, Si Mo's eyes looked at Ling even brighter.

At this time, Ling suddenly smiled and asked:

"What about you, Your Highness?"