Zhenwu Holy Land
A castle-like vehicle stands in the sky, surrounded by sixty-four golden-armored imperial guards. In front of the vehicle is the eight-headed ancient ferocious beast Qilin. Behind it is a palace with brilliant crystal walls, overlooking the entire Zhenwu Holy Land.
"Is this the adult from the upper world? It's so scary."
In the Zhenwu Dojo, countless disciples were so suppressed by this invisible pressure that they could not raise their heads and could only lower their heads and secretly say
puff
Then the disciples with low cultivation level in Zhenwu Holy Land couldn't bear it and vomited blood and fell to the ground.
"Please show me your noble hand, sir."
When Wu Hongsheng saw his disciples falling down one after another, he looked at the empty palace and did not dare to feel dissatisfied, otherwise it would be the end of the Zhenwu Holy Land.
"Emperor One"
Ling Hao sat on the main seat of the palace and said softly
"Yes, Son of God"
As soon as the emperor said respectfully, he removed the pressure
Everyone in the Zhenwu Holy Land dojo was able to breathe. There was cold sweat on every disciple's head. They haven't recovered yet. This time, it felt like they had gone to the gate of hell.
"Thank you sir"
Wu Hongsheng said respectfully to the palace in the sky, and the idea of establishing a relationship was instantly given up.
"Are you the owner of this place?"
Di Yi looked at Wu Hongsheng at his feet, his eyes full of disdain.
"Yes, sir, that's right, little one."
Although Wu Hongsheng was dissatisfied, he still did not dare to show it. He replied like a puppy, in the world of cultivating immortals, the law of the jungle is the rule of steel.
"Son of God, we are here"
Emperor Yi turned to the palace and said respectfully
"Um"
As Ling Hao slowly walked out of the palace, with every step he took, the pressure of the entire Zhenwu Holy Land became stronger.
What appeared in front of everyone in the Zhenwu Holy Land was a ten-year-old child who was as good as picking an immortal, with delicate features, a slender figure, fair skin, a handsome and cold face with seven points of delicacy, and was wearing a golden and white five-clawed golden dragon Taoist robe. He came out and looked down at the Zhenwu Holy Land at his feet coldly.
"puff"
The disciple below was once again suppressed by Ling Hao's pressure and fell to his knees and vomited blood.
Above the void, Wu Hongsheng, the Holy Land Elder and Saint Qingzhier looked at the child in disbelief. They couldn't believe that the child in front of them was so powerful. The aura alone had already crushed them, just like a human face. Like an ancient mythical beast, trembling
"Is this picking up immortality? This child was born so handsome."
Qing Zhi'er looked at Ling Hao in front of her with a rosy face, but she secretly thought like a turbulent sea, she couldn't believe what she saw.
"I'll be waiting to welcome you, sir."
Wu Hongsheng said respectfully to Ling Hao. Wu Hongsheng could not see through the cultivation level of the child in front of him at all. The peak of his late-stage integration was like an ant in front of his eyes.
"Lead the way"
Di Yi looked at Wu Hongsheng coldly and said, reducing his pressure on them a bit.
"Yes, yes, sir, please come with me."
Wu Hongsheng bowed his head and consciously gave way, thinking that Wu Hongsheng was a slave.
Then a road to Zhenwu Palace unfolded.
"Well, let's go"
The emperor waved his hand and said, the whole palace also drove towards the Zhenwu Hall.
at the same time
Three Thousand Worlds
A hundred-foot void was created in the void in all directions, and in each void there were more than a dozen figures passing into the cracks in the void.
In the main hall of the Ling family
"Master, people from all directions have already set off to the lower world."
A guard in golden armor in the palace said respectfully to Ling Zhentian who was sitting on the throne.
"Um"
Ling Zhentian slowly opened his eyes and said, murderous intent flashed in his eyes
"Can't you stand it any longer? It's time to reshuffle the three thousand worlds."
"Dragon Guard"
"yes"
Then the golden-armored guards below disappeared into the palace.
The Dragon Guard is a force created by the Ling family after they killed the True Dragon clan 600,000 years ago, and then used the true blood of the True Dragon clan to cultivate the Ling family. The Dragon Guard is a solid part of the Ling family, and is closely related to the emperor. Wei Qiping, the people who can enter the Dragon Guard are the geniuses of the Three Thousand Worlds generation. There are 128 people in total. The lowest cultivation level is the Golden Immortal cultivation level, the leader is the Immortal Saint, and the deputy commander is the pinnacle of the Quasi-Immortal Saint.
Then he established and killed ten immortal sects and countless imperial dynasties, making the forces in the entire three thousand worlds tremble with fear.
"Longwei"
Ling Zhentian said to the void. As soon as he finished speaking, a man in green dragon clothes appeared in the center of the palace. He was the current leader of the Dragon Guard, Long Wei.
"Housekeeper"
Long Wei knelt down on one knee and said respectfully. The evil aura on his body was like substance, sweeping through the entire palace.
"Some forces are not peaceful. Lead the Dragon Guard to destroy them."
Ling Zhentian sat on the throne and said softly
"Yes, my subordinate will do it now."
Long Wei said, and then disappeared into the palace.
Nether
Inside the main hall of Zhenwu Holy Land
Ling Hao was sitting on the main seat drinking tea, and below were the elders of the Holy Lord of the Zhenwu Holy Land and Saint Qingzhi'er, followed by the ten true disciples.
"Holy Lord, why are we doing this? After all, we are also the number one force in the Zhenwu Continent. Why are we in such a mess now? The opponent's strength must not be more than this. Otherwise, it would be best if we kill them directly, so that the treasures on their bodies belong to our Holy Land."
Tian Qiyang, the great elder of Zhenwu Holy Land, whispered to Wu Hongsheng.
"Shut up, if adults hear it, stop talking about us, even the entire Zhenwu Continent will be wiped out."
Wu Hongsheng said to Tian Qiyang with an angry look on his face
"Yes, yes, I know I was wrong."
Tian Qiyang said in a panic
"Are you done?"
Ling Hao drank the tea in his hand and said softly
"Sir, please spare my life. I don't dare to do it anymore."
Tian Qiyang kept kowtowing in fear, his forehead bleeding continuously.
"die"
"No, no, no sir, ah!!"
Tian Qiyang kept retreating in panic and quickly ran outside the palace.
Ling Hao put down the tea cup in his hand, and then pointed his index finger at Tian Qiyang's head. A beam of golden light passed directly through Tian Qiyang's head, and then Tian Qiyang's whole body fell to the ground. The people in the holy land next to him looked at Tian Qiyang's body in horror. , the whole body is shaking
I can’t believe that there is a ten-year-old child in front of me who kills whenever he wants. I can’t even believe that this is what a ten-year-old child can do.
"This, my lord, why are you doing this?"
Wu Hongsheng looked at Ling Haodao on the main seat tremblingly, but still did not dare to feel any dissatisfaction.
"Why? I, the Son of God, can't bear to hear a little bit of right and wrong."
Ling Hao looked at Wu Hongsheng below coldly and said
"You...poof"
Wu Hongsheng said angrily, and then was pressed down in the palace by Di Yi
"Master!!"
Qing Zhi'er on the side saw this and walked to Wu Hongsheng's side and said
"Why do you want to hurt my master, you bastard? Let go of my master!"
Lotus Rain Sword Jue
Qing Zhi'er rushed towards Di Yi with a sword, and countless cyan sword rain followed Qing Zhi'er as she rushed towards Di Yi. Qing Zhi'er's body exuded cyan spiritual energy, and she stepped on cyan lotus flowers.
"This is the holy land heaven-level martial arts skill Lotus Rain Sword Technique. Unexpectedly, the saint has already mastered it."
Yang Fan, the first true disciple of the palace, said in surprise
The martial arts in the world of cultivating immortals are divided into Xuanhuang and Xuanhuang, followed by the emperor's level, the saint's level, and the emperor's level, and then there are the immortal methods of the three thousand worlds. The martial arts training is divided into: entry, small success, great success, perfection, and ultimate.
The strongest martial arts in the four holy places of the Zhenwu Continent are the emperor-level martial arts, which are still fragments, and the holy and emperor-level martial arts are rare treasures. Even just one page will cause the entire Zhenwu Continent to burst into bloodshed.
"That's right. If you want to practice heaven-level martial arts to great perfection, you won't be able to practice it for ten years or even more. I didn't expect that the saint could reach great perfection."
The second true disciple Ye Kaidao
"Hmph, ant"
The emperor clamped the edge of Qing Zhi'er's sword between his fingers, and said calmly, then his two fingers moved slightly, and Qing Zhi'er's sword also broke.
"My Green Lotus Sword..."
Qing Zhi'er looked at the sword hilt in her hand in disbelief and said
