After a moment, Ling Tian's eyes suddenly opened, and a trace of brilliant light burst out from his eyes.
With the help of Ling Mo, his soul is now unprecedentedly powerful, comparable to the Holy Realm.
As he waved his pen, an eighth-level divine pattern was immediately carved out by him, releasing the light of the divine pattern as dazzling as the scorching sun.
Although it is also an eighth-level divine pattern, this one is much more powerful than before.
Before everyone could express their surprise, Ling Tian waved the divine pattern pen in his hand again.
Immediately afterwards, several more eighth-order divine patterns were carved out by him.
Every step is exquisite and powerful!
Phew! Phew! Phew...
Several eighth-order divine patterns shuttled forward at the same time, and fell into the eighth-order divine pattern array in front of them one after another.
With a roaring sound, the power of the eighth-level divine pattern formation instantly dissipated.
Ling Tian put down the arm holding the divine pattern pen and stepped out with a proud look on his face, walking towards the king-conferring monument belonging to Xia Wujiang.
"Xia Wujiang!"
Ling Tian placed his palm on the royal tablet and turned to look at Xia Wujiang.
Xia Wujiang's body suddenly trembled when he heard the sound, and he froze in place and stared at Ling Tian in astonishment.
Everyone here was also shocked, their hearts were trembling and they dared not speak.
"You are not worthy of being crowned king!"
Ling Tian faced Xia Wujiang and spat out a cold voice.
The palm of his hand turned into claws and slowly passed over the king's monument, erasing the three words "Xia Wujiang" on it.
Immediately afterwards, he slapped the king's stele with another palm.
The entire King's Monument instantly shattered and turned into rubble on the ground...
"this……"
Everyone was speechless when they saw this, and everyone looked shocked.
Ling Tian really shattered Xia Wujiang's King Monument...
Since the existence of the Forest of Prince Steles, the number of Prince Steles here has never decreased.
Even if those who were crowned kings died unexpectedly in the past, Tiandang Academy did not remove their crowning tablets.
But Xia Wujiang's King's Monument had been standing in the Forest of King's Steles for only three days, and it was actually broken into pieces.
I don’t know if Tiandang Academy will acquiesce in Ling Tian’s behavior...
"Ling Tian!"
Xia Wujiang looked at the King's Monument that had turned into rubble, his eyes burning with rage and his whole body trembling with anger.
Although he had just been defeated by Ling Tian, he did not feel too humiliated.
After all, Ling Tian is a genius from the Wuji Holy Land, and he is not an unknown person.
What's more, it's not like those who were crowned kings before at Tiandang Academy had never suffered defeat.
But now, Ling Tian has destroyed his royal monument and his pride!
For him, this is better than killing him!
Terrifying murderous intent filled Xia Wujiang's body. Everyone standing around Xia Wujiang shuddered and took a few steps back unconsciously.
But everyone knew that Xia Wujiang couldn't do anything to Ling Tian.
Let’s not talk about whether he is Ling Tian’s opponent or not.
Even if he could defeat Ling Tian, he still couldn't get close to Ling Tian now.
Because now there are two divine pattern formations blocking the two people.
Xia Wujiang was simply unable to cross these two divine pattern formations like Ling Tian.
"Ah!"
Ling Tian looked at Xia Wujiang's anger and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Now that he had destroyed the King's Monument, he didn't bother to ridicule Xia Wujiang anymore.
This time he broke through the divine pattern array and took this step, destroying the king-conferring tablet belonging to Xia Wujiang was just a way of doing it.
Its real purpose is for what is under the statue of Ji Tiandang.
After a contemptuous sneer, Ling Tian turned around again and stepped out again.
"What else is he going to do?"
When everyone saw Ling Tian's move, they all became confused.
In the blink of an eye, Ling Tian arrived in front of the statue of Ji Tiandang.
However, one step in front of him, there was a ninth-order divine pattern formation blocking his way.
It was precisely because of the existence of this ninth-order divine pattern formation that he was unable to touch the statue.
"Ling Tian! This is the statue of the ancestor of my Ji family's holy clan and the founder of Tiandang Academy! If you blaspheme it, I'm afraid it will anger Tiandang Academy."
Ji Dong vaguely guessed Ling Tian's intention, narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted to Ling Tian to remind him.
Ji Dong didn't care about Ling Tian's destruction of the royal monument belonging to Xia Wujiang.
He also believed that Tiandang Academy would not punish Ling Tian for this matter.
But if Ling Tian desecrates Ji Tiandang's statue, everything may be in doubt.
Ling Tian was still looking at Ji Tiandang's statue. Even after hearing Ji Dong's words, he still didn't respond with any excitement.
After he withdrew his gaze, his attention turned to the ninth-order divine pattern array in front of him.
"Senior Brother Ji Dong! I wonder if you are worrying too much? With the ninth level divine pattern array blocking it, Ling Tian may not be able to desecrate this statue even if he wants to."
Ling Mo remained silent, but a Ji Meng genius beside Ji Dong smiled and said to Ji Dong.
"makes sense."
Ji Dong nodded in agreement, and then didn't say any more.
The Soldier Territory is the most prosperous place of the Divine Mark Path in the Middle Wasteland. There are not many ninth-level Divine Mark Masters, at least dozens of them.
But among these powerful ninth-level divine pattern masters, the youngest one is nearly a hundred years old.
Ling Tian is so young, how could he be a ninth-level divine pattern master?
At this time, Ling Tian was standing in front of the ninth-level divine pattern formation and did not move rashly.
To crack the ninth-order divine pattern formation, one must carve the ninth-order divine pattern.
If it were before, he would never have the ability to carve the ninth level divine pattern.
But now, with the help of Ling Mo's soul, he can also carve out the ninth level divine pattern!
After observing for a period of time, Ling Tian's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly raised the divine pattern pen in his hand.
Such a scene immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"this……"
"Ninth level divine pattern!"
"This guy can actually carve out ninth-level divine patterns..."
The next breath, everyone here was shocked.
The extremely mysterious ninth-order divine pattern was carved in front of Ling Tian, flickering brightly and dimly. Although the brilliance blooming was not dazzling, it felt like covering up the brilliance of the scorching sun at this moment.
call……
A ninth-order divine pattern is not enough to break the ninth-order divine pattern array in front of you.
Ling Tian moved his pen again, and several ninth-level divine patterns were carved out by him one after another.
Suddenly, everyone's eyes were straightened, and their heads went blank.
Buzz!
As these ninth-order divine patterns pierced into the ninth-order divine pattern formation, a buzzing sound came out of the void.
A dazzling light flashed out from the ground and rushed straight to the sky.
At the same time, the divine pattern barrier blocking Ling Tian dispersed.
Ling Tian stepped forward and came to the statue of Ji Tiandang easily.
At this moment, he was only an arm's length away from this majestic statue.
"Will it be the Nine Forbidden Bible?"
Ling Tian stared at the statue of Ji Tiandang in front of him, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
His mood became more and more excited.
With everyone watching in astonishment, Ling Tian's palm slowly reached out and pressed on the statue.
Ji Tiandang is the person who created the Nine Forbidden Bible, so Ling Tian naturally respects Ji Tiandang.
Therefore, he will not desecrate Ji Tiandang, let alone destroy Ji Tiandang's statue.
He just wanted to lift the statue of Ji Tiandang and take away what was suppressed under the statue.