Medical Sovereign

"So, these people will definitely not watch this precious spider god die here, and they will definitely save it, right?"

A flash of light flashed in Ding Ning's mind, and he suddenly understood the old donkey's intentions.

"That's right, that's what I planned. However, the plan can't keep up with the changes. He Xiang is here, and I have to leave first. Be careful yourself, and don't die here."

The old donkey gave an ambiguous explanation, then disappeared without a trace, no matter how much Ding Ning asked, he still couldn't get a response.

Who is Hexiang? Why is the old donkey so afraid of him?

Ding Ning was confused, but he secretly raised his vigilance and became cautious.

Whoosh whoosh!

Thirteen figures in white robes and ancient swords on their backs suddenly appeared on the scene, which shocked Ding Ning.

Although he did not use his divine sense to investigate in order to avoid trouble, but based on his perception, he did not discover the traces of the thirteen white-robed men in advance, which is enough to show how terrifying these people are.

Looking carefully, I saw that the leader was an old man in white robes with white beard and hair, ruddy complexion, and fairy-like bones like a fairy. At this moment, he was frowning and looking carefully at the Suolong Star Formation.

Behind him, there are men and women, old and young, who are also staring at the Locking Dragon Star Array with great interest, and a strange look flashes in their eyes.

The thirteen white-robed men stared at the Suolong Star Array as soon as they landed, and even ignored the battle between the Yiren Patriarch and the Purple Que'er Demon King, as if the battle at that level could not arouse their interest at all.

Ding Ning was secretly startled, where did these strong men come from? The aura emitted by the weakest white-robed men seemed to be no less than that of the Yiren ancestor, a half-stepped god. Didn't it mean that the thirteen white-robed men The weakest one in the robe is a half-step god?

What was even more unexpected to him was that the Yiren Patriarch and the Purple Queer Demon King, who were in the middle of a fight, immediately stopped fighting after discovering the arrival of the thirteen white-robed men, jumped to the ground and bowed respectfully: " Peng Guke (Zi Que'er) pays respects to senior."

Ding Ning raised his eyebrows in surprise, this was the first time he knew the name of Yiren Patriarch, and it was also the first time he saw her respectful.

"Um!"

The white-robed old man in the lead had a calm expression on his face, and he just squeezed out a single syllable from his nasal cavity as a response, but Yiren Patriarch and Zi Que'er were not dissatisfied at all, and stood respectfully with their hands tied, as if the old man's attitude was taken for granted In general, Ding Ning was amazed.

At this time, Peng Tianao and the others also beheaded the remaining demon kings. Regardless of the blood and stains all over their bodies, they came to pay respects one after another, and their attitudes were extremely respectful.

The leading white-robed old man ignored their visit, as if they were not qualified to talk to him, and circled around the Dragon Locking Star Array, as if observing the layout principle of the Dragon Locking Star Array.

A middle-aged man behind the old man took a step forward, pointed at the lock dragon star formation that trapped the spider god and asked domineeringly: "Who set up this formation?"

Everyone subconsciously looked at Ding Ning, Ding Ning frowned, stepped forward and said, "It's me."

"What is this formation? Is there a diagram of the formation?"

The middle-aged man in white robe stared at Ding Ning with fiery eyes, and asked in an arrogant tone.

Ding Ning was not happy, and said coldly: "What is this formation, and whether there is a formation map, what does it matter to you?"

The Yiren Patriarch's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised his voice: "Ning'er, don't be rude, this is the elder of the Crane Clan, the guardian group of my Wan Yaoling."

The middle-aged man in white robe had a gloomy face,

After hearing the words, he raised his eyebrows proudly, and glanced at Ding Ning with disdain.

Ding Ning frowned, and said with a sneer: "Guarding the group? Haha, it's ridiculous. They didn't show up when the insect plague was rampant. Now that the spider god is trapped, they come after the insect plague is stopped. I really can't see what they look like." It is to protect the ethnic group."

"Bold boy!"

"How dare you insult me

family. "

"court death!"

The middle-aged man suddenly drew out the ancient sword behind his back, and glared at Ding Ning, as if he would draw his sword to face Ding Ning if he disagreed with him.

The faces of Yiren Patriarch and the others changed drastically, and they were about to step forward to dissuade them, but Ding Ning sneered, and said calmly and fearlessly: "What? Did I say something wrong? What a guardian group, it's really chilling to gain fame."

"you wanna die!"

The middle-aged man was furious, and the ancient sword in his hand suddenly chopped off Ding Ning's head.

"stop!"

The old man at the head suddenly yelled, and the sword in the middle-aged man's hand stopped abruptly as if it violated the laws of physics, and stopped on Ding Ning's neck. The cold light made goose bumps appear on his neck.

"Patriarch, this kid ignores the majesty of our Crane Clan, so he must be severely punished to make an example..."

The middle-aged man said unwillingly, but suddenly found that everyone had weird expressions and looked at him with strange eyes. He was very surprised, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He lowered his head and watched in horror as a pair of ferocious fangs were pressing against his chest. With just a light push, they could pierce his heart. Bean-sized drops of sweat could not help but appear on his forehead, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes. color.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the patriarch's yelling to stop saved his life. If he didn't stop, maybe the two of them would have died together by now.

perish together?

The corner of Ding Ning's mouth curled up in a disdainful arc. If it wasn't for the mental attack in the leader's shout, which made his movements pause for a moment, the middle-aged man would be dead at this moment.

"Xiaoyou's skill is a good method."

He Xiang's eyes flickered, he stared at Ding Ning and said something.

Ding Ning stretched out his hand calmly and pushed away the ancient sword on his neck by the middle-aged man, and said mockingly: "Everyone, each other!"

He is not a fool, how could he not hear the meaning of accusing him of being cruel and cruel in He Xiang's words, he immediately became angry in his heart, and confronted him without hesitation.

"Bold, dare to disrespect the patriarch!"

The middle-aged man lost face in front of everyone, and immediately pointed at Ding Ning and shouted angrily.

"I'm talking to the head of your family, what are you, you don't have a place to talk here."

Ding Ning stared, and used the pupil of control for the first time, the pupils were full of purple, shining with a coquettish luster.

The middle-aged man's eyes were blank for a while, and then he shook his head in shock to regain his clarity, and couldn't help but take two steps back, lowering his head and not daring to look into his eyes again, his heart was full of deep fear.

At that moment just now, it seemed that his life and death were not under his control at all. The overwhelming coercion of will made him feel a sense of petty fear.

Ding Ning secretly sighed, his cultivation is still not enough, he cannot display the true power of the pupil of control in the face of a strong man whose realm is much higher than his, otherwise, the middle-aged man at this moment has already been controlled by him and reduced to the only one. His command is to be a servant.

But that's fine, although the middle-aged man's will has not been destroyed, but the seeds of fear have been planted in his heart, and he will never dare to provoke him again from now on.

He Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly, with light flowing from the slits of his eyes, he released his consciousness to pay attention to the movements around him carefully, but he never found anything.

At that moment just now, he seemed to be aware of a terrifying will that made his heart palpitate, but it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Nian of the Crane, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing the middle-aged man drooping his head without saying a word, a beautiful girl-like woman in white robe asked curiously.

"Uh, He Ling, I'm fine."

He Nian raised his head, his eyes were flickering, not daring to meet Ding Ning's eyes

, piled up a blunt smile and casually perfunctory He Ling's question.

Although He Ling felt a little baffled, he didn't think too much about it. He shrugged helplessly, focused his eyes on Ding Ning with great interest, cupped his fists at him, and said in a gentle tone: "Little brother, He Nian had a bad attitude just now, I apologized to you on his behalf, please don't take offense."

Now it was Ding Ning's turn with a weird expression. He looked at her in disbelief and said, "Little sister, how old are you? Did you call me wrong just now? I think you should call me little brother."

It's not surprising that Ding Ning said that, after all, He Ling looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, she was just a cute and beautiful little Luo Li, calling him little brother, no matter how he heard it, it didn't sound right.

"Hahaha!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as this sentence was said, everyone burst into laughter, even He Xiang no longer looked like a fairy, he was laughing and laughing.

He Ling's pretty face was dizzy, he suppressed a smile, shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Little friend, this old man is 38,362 years old. Linger is my daughter who was born when I was 33,500 years old. I reckon you took advantage of her calling you little brother." gone."

He Xiang stroked his beard and said with a smile.

Ding Ning opened his mouth wide in astonishment, looked at He Ling who was smiling but not smiling in disbelief, and then murmured after a long while: "My God, she is a thousand-year-old witch."

"What did you say? Tell me clearly, who is the thousand-year-old witch?"

The smile on He Ling's face immediately subsided when he heard this, and asked aggressively, pinching his waist.

"Uh, you...hehe, don't blame your slip of the tongue!"

Ding Ning originally wanted to scold her, but when he saw tears flickering in her big black and white eyes, he couldn't help but feel soft, and apologized twice with a dry laugh.

But in his heart, he was complaining secretly, the old monster who has been happy for five thousand years, and he is also a half-god powerhouse in terms of cultivation, yet he still cries all the time, this is too naive.

How did he know that the crane clan, as the guardian group of the demon kingdom, has a long lifespan unmatched by other races. Five thousand years is an unimaginable time for the human race, and it is also an unimaginable time for the demon race. It's a short period of time, but for the Crane Clan, five thousand years old is just an adult, which is equivalent to eighteen years old for the Human Clan.

So in a strict sense, He Ling is still a juvenile He Ling, equivalent to a fifteen or sixteen year old girl. How could she not feel wronged when Ding Ning said she was an old witch.

"Okay, okay, Ling'er, he doesn't know the longevity of our Crane Clan, so don't blame him if you don't know."

He Xianggui is the head of the clan, but he loves He Ling, the youngest daughter, very much. Seeing her tears pattering, he kindly comforted her.

One must know that even though he has many sons and daughters under his knees, only He Ling has reached the semi-divine realm before he reached adulthood, and his aptitude for evildoers can be seen in general.

"snort!"

He Ling wiped away his tears, pouted his pink mouth, gave Ding Ning a fierce look, and turned his head away angrily to ignore him, just like a kindergarten kid when he was angry, making Ding Ning dumbfounded.

He Xiang shook his head speechlessly, and ignored her. He looked at Ding Ning with his deep eyes, and bowed deeply with his fists cupped: "Little friend, I offended He Nian by his rude words before, and I am here to apologize on his behalf."

"Clan Chief Crane is too polite!"

Ding Ning didn't dare to take it too seriously, and hurriedly put his hands up to show that he didn't take it seriously, but in fact he murmured to himself, being coquettish with the old guy, who knows what he's planning, he must be careful.

Don't look at him not trusting the old donkey all the time, but after all, he has a blood relationship. He believes that the old donkey will not harm him, so he is 120,000 vigilant against Hexiang in his heart.

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