Bang
"My Green Lotus Sword...poof!!!"
Qing Zhi'er looked at the hilt of the sword in disbelief, and then she was kicked back and retreated, vomiting blood, and fell to the ground.
The disciples and elders of the Zhenwu Holy Land in the palace looked at the golden-armored guard in front of them in disbelief. What kind of strength was this man? Why did he break a fourth-level Qinglian sword, a magical weapon, with just his fingers?
Weapons in the lower realm are divided into spiritual weapons, magical weapons, imperial weapons, holy weapons, and imperial weapons. They are further divided into levels one to nine. The first level is the weakest and the ninth level is the strongest.
Zhenwu Continent's spiritual energy is too thin to warm imperial weapons and higher-level treasures. Therefore, among the four holy lands, the strongest ones are only quasi-imperial weapons. The magic weapons are less than two fingers, but they are in the hands of high-level people in the holy lands. Sui Chang's disciple has never even seen his shadow.
Why is a fourth-level magical weapon, the Qinglian Sword, gone now?
"Chier!!!"
Wu Hongsheng, who was pressed to the ground, roared angrily when he saw this, and then his whole body began to erupt with astonishing spiritual pressure, sweeping across the entire palace, making the entire hall tremble.
"Oh? So she is Qing Zhi'er, one of Ye Chen's confidants in the previous life, and one of the people who surrounded and killed my mother."
Ling Hao, who was sitting in the main seat, looked at the embarrassed Qing Zhi'er and secretly thought, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
In his previous life, Ye Chen killed the Ling family, and behind him were eight confidantes, each of whom was a genius of the world. Later, the eight people teamed up to kill Ling Hao's mother, Zixuan'er. In the end, Zixuan'er retreated to protect Ling Hao and chose to self-destruct. , and finally persuaded Ling Hao to escape from the Ling family, and then Ling Hao assassinated Ye Chen's confidante many times, but in the end he returned without success.
And this time Ling Hao cannot let anyone go in Zhenwu Holy Land, not even an ant.
"Oh, do you still have the strength?"
Di Yi looked at Wu Hongsheng with a sneer, then revealed a trace of spiritual pressure and pressed directly on Wu Hongsheng.
"puff!!"
Wu Hongsheng was once again pressed to the ground by Di Yi. The entire ground cracked outwards with Wu Hongsheng's head as the center. Suddenly, his head was broken and bleeding, and he was in a miserable state. His entire face was covered with his own blood.
"Here, why exactly!!!"
Wu Hongsheng looked at Di Yi unwillingly and roared
"Why? You ants dare to covet us, why do you ask?"
Di Yi looked at Wu Hongsheng on the ground with a sneer and said, in the eyes of the imperial guards, the Ling family is a supreme and sacrosanct existence. No living being can covet the Ling family, otherwise the whole family will be killed.
"Di Er, someone is coming. Go and deal with him."
Ling Hao slowly put down the tea cup in his hand and asked Di Er to solve it quickly.
"Yes, Son of God"
Emperor Er said respectfully, and then disappeared into the palace.
Over Zhenwu Holy Land
An old man is flying to the palace, and this old man is Wu Xuan
"Who stops?"
Di Er came to Wu Xuan in an instant and said, the pressure on his body was almost as strong as Wu Xuan's
"I am the 160th Holy Master of the Zhenwu Holy Land, Wu Xuan. I was unaware of your arrival. Please forgive me."
Seeing this, Wu Xuan hurriedly stopped in the sky and respectfully said to Emperor Er
"Oh, then go to hell"
As soon as Di Er finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a powerful hundred-foot golden light attacked Wu Xuan from the sky.
"No, my lord, ah!!!"
Before Wu Xuan finished speaking, he was wiped out by the golden light.
And this movement alarmed the entire Zhenwu Holy Land, making the entire Zhenwu Holy Land shake.
"What kind of movement is this? How can it be so powerful? Has the ancestor made a breakthrough?"
The disciples in the Zhenwu Holy Land looked at Space Dao, and their bodies could not help but tremble.
inside the palace
"This noise came from the direction of the back mountain. Did something happen to our ancestor?"
An elder from the Zhenwu Holy Land looked at the palace outsiders in horror.
"It's impossible. Our ancestor is a great master of overcoming tribulations. How could something happen? He must have made a breakthrough. He is probably coming to save us now."
Yang Fan didn't believe that this was the result but still had hope.
"Yes, Senior Brother Yang is right. Our ancestor must have made a breakthrough and is now coming to save us."
Ye Kaidao on the side, his whole body was shaking, still holding on to hope, otherwise they would all die here.
Then Di Er, who appeared in the palace, came to Ling Hao.
"Son of God, the ancestors who came here are the ancestors here, and now they have been eliminated by me."
Di Er said respectfully
When everyone in the Zhenwu Holy Land below the palace heard the news, it was like a thunderbolt. They all collapsed on the ground, their eyes full of despair.
"Ah, I will fight with you!!"
The eyes of an elder below were full of anger and he rushed towards Ling Hao, his spiritual pressure at the peak of his divine transformation continued to spread outwards.
"Ants"
When Emperor Er saw this, he said with disdain, and then with a wave of his hand, the elders of the Zhenwu Holy Land were killed and turned into ashes, disappearing in front of everyone.
"Master!!"
Yang Fan roared with jealousy and rushed towards Ling Hao
"Senior Brother Yang, I don't want it."
Behind him, Ye Kai rushed forward and tried to catch Yang Fan, but Yang Fan was too fast. Before he could reach out to Yang Fan, Yang Fan had already reached a hundred meters in front of Ling Hao's eyes.
"No, Junior Brother Yang"
Seeing this, Qing Zhi'er tried to dissuade her, with tears in her eyes, and the broken sword in her hand made a clicking sound.
"die"
A murderous intent flashed in Di Er's eyes, he pointed a finger at Yang Fan and pressed down.
Yang Fan's figure was directly shrouded in the ground by Emperor Er's spiritual pressure, and he could not move. The bones in his body continued to make cracking sounds, until all the bones in Yang Fan's body broke, lying on the ground like a bowl of water.
"No, why, why are you doing this? We have no grievances. Aren't you afraid of retribution in the future?"
Wu Hongsheng, who was lying on the ground, roared angrily, but he couldn't open Di Yi's spiritual pressure.
For the first time, I hate myself for being so weak. If I were stronger, I wouldn’t be in such a miserable state.
"Why? Haha"
Ling Hao looked at Wu Hongsheng lying on the ground and sneered, with endless murderous intent hidden in his eyes.
In my previous life, you and I had no grievances, but you still drove our Ling family to death. Millions of Ling family disciples were killed by you until their souls were gone, and they will never be reincarnated.
In this life, I want you people to also taste the feeling of losing your loved ones.
"The Imperial Guard obeys the order. All the disciples of the Zhenwu Holy Land and the affiliated dynasties will be killed. Not even an ant will be left."
Ling Hao ordered, and the spiritual pressure on his body instantly enveloped the entire palace, and then what appeared in front of everyone was a murderous aura that seemed to be substantial.
Like a god of death
"yes!!"
Then, except for Emperor One and Emperor Two, sixty-two golden-armored Imperial Guards disappeared into the palace.
"Is this really a ten-year-old child? Why does he have such a strong murderous aura?"
Qing Zhi'er, Wu Hongsheng and the true disciples below looked at Ling Hao above in disbelief, unable to believe that what they saw was real.
"No, you can't do that. They are all innocent."
Qing Zhi'er said with tears on her face, she crawled to Ling Hao's feet on her knees, shook Ling Hao's Taoist robe vigorously, hoping to woo the child who looked like the son of a devil in front of her.
"As long as you let them go, I will do anything. Please let them go."
Qingzhier kept kowtowing, and the blood on her forehead kept flowing out.
"No, saint, we are not afraid of death, don't do this."
Everyone below saw Qing Zhier demeaning herself like this, and their hearts felt like knives.
"roll"
Ling Hao kicked Qing Zhi'er away and looked at Qing Zhi'er coldly and said
"Who do you think you are, an ant from the lower world, who is worthy of working by my side?"
