Reincarnation of the Empress: My Brother Has the Appearance of a Great Emperor

When I entered the ancient road this time, I also thought of looking for opportunities to see if I could take that step.

But Xia Ziyan knew that this possibility was very small.

However, this time not only did he break through, but what was even more frightening was that Ying'er was actually with that killing god 'white robed Rakshasa'!

"Your Highness!"

But Ying'er was immersed in the joy of reunion. At this moment, her figure flashed, and she came to Xia Ziyan's side.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

"I am fine."

While Xia Ziyan was on guard against Su Yun, she carefully looked at Ying'er up and down.

No way, Su Yun's reputation on the ancient road is too great.

At this moment, he was with Ying'er, so Xia Ziyan had no choice but to think.

Why did the dignified white-robed Rakshasa bring Ying'er?

Did Ying'er do anything strange?

"Ying'er, how about you?"

"Of course I'm fine, what can I do?" Ying'er smiled sweetly, "Thanks to Lord Rakshasa!"

"Lord Rakshasa?"

Xia Ziyan slowly made a question mark.

Is it really called Rakshasa?

In fact, Ying'er doesn't even know what Su Yun's name is. Since the reputation of the white-robed Rakshasa spread, Su Yun simply used it.

"Ying'er." Xia Ziyan passed on her thoughts, "Tell me, did this guy persecute you?"

With Su Yun's reputation, it was hard for Xia Ziyan to imagine that he would be so kind to Ying'er.

Although Su Yun has come all the way, all the people Su Yun killed were those of the devil's way and the Buddhist way, but living in the ancient way is a battle of interests.

"Your Highness."

Ying'er had a smart mind and quickly understood Xia Ziyan's worries.

She said helplessly: "Really not, it would be better to say that if it wasn't for Lord Rakshasa, I would have been killed by those demon cultivators long ago."

"Is that so."

The cold light in Xia Ziyan's eyes dissipated.

If Ying'er was really being persecuted, no matter how powerful the rumored white-robed Rakshasa was, she would still seek justice for Ying'er.

"His Royal Highness, don't mess around, Lord Rakshasa is very powerful!"

Ying'er was worried that Xia Ziyan had accidentally angered Su Yun.

Although Xia Ziyan has a distinguished status, this is an ancient road, and the people who follow her are extremely limited.

"Is it."

Xia Ziyan nodded.

"It's natural not to be weak if you can make such a reputation on the ancient road."

For her, strength is not important, unless it reaches a certain level, it is only the arrogant figure of the Great Xia Dynasty.

And this kind of person, she has seen too many.

Even in Tianjiao, could it be more talented than Sister Jiu'er?

It's just that she is kind to Ying'er now, so she will not be hostile to each other for no reason.

Thinking like this, Xia Ziyan bowed slightly towards Su Yun: "Thank you, Daoist Rakshasa, for saving Ying'er."

"It's just a hands-on effort."

Su Yun's eyes were dull.

He brought Ying'er as a guide. The latter seemed to be very familiar with the situation here.

Now that Xia Ziyan is here, Ying'er is safe and sound, so naturally she doesn't need to worry about it.

At this moment, the chat between the two of them made the eyes of others around them flicker, and they weighed in their hearts whether to continue fighting.

"Amitabha."

In the crowd, a Buddhist monk took a step.

I saw the Buddha's light flickering on him, and the Sanskrit sound lingered.

He is a bodhisattva in the emperor realm.

"Is this donor a Rakshasa in white?"

"The names you call out, this seat should be like this."

The Bodhisattva nodded lightly: "The poor monk Wuhui, I heard the rumors on the ancient way recently, the donor has no grievances or enmity with my Buddhists, why do you repeatedly kill my Buddhists?"