Ling Ying Wants to Fly Solo

Traveling across Doupo Continent, he actually became the personal bodyguard of the eldest lady of the ancient clan. Ling Ying stared at the shadow fighting energy flowing in his palm, and a strange personality setting could not help but be constructed in his mind... Tentacle binding, dark room experience, and gloomy male god, aren't these all easily accessible? Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth slowly raised a meaningful arc. A few years later, the battle between the two emperors was earth-shattering. Just as Xiao Yan was fighting the decisive battle with Soul Emperor, Ling Ying came out of the air and walked calmly between the two. He slowly took off the shadow master mask on his face, and his tone was gentle but with unquestionable majesty: "Can you two give me a moment to speak out? I have my family with me. It would be bad if I accidentally hurt you." Emperor Soul Heaven looked at the looming figures behind Ling Ying and laughed angrily: "Do you know what kind of occasion this is? Why don't you retreat quickly!" As soon as he finished speaking, the world suddenly fell silent. Xiao Yan, who was aware of the horror, had a solemn look on his face. While secretly swallowing, he unconsciously tightened his grip on the Xuan Zhong Ruler. In an instant, the clear sky was soaked in ink, and the shadows on the entire continent began to squirm. In the countless horrified eyes, a dark figure stood in the shadow of everyone - including Emperor Hun Tian and Xiao Yan. These black shadows exuded the same fighting energy fluctuations as the main body, and stood quietly behind Ling Ying. Ling Ying stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes rustling in the shadow storm, and he chuckled: "What, you want to be the enemy of the world?"