Qingyang's mouth opened slightly, and he exclaimed in an exaggerated manner, "Young Master is really innocent. Xia Chen was killed by the descendant of the ghost clan a long time ago. Saint Chi Luo by your side told me about this."
"You really don't shed tears until you see the coffin."
Ling Xiao turned his head and glanced at Chi Luo, who immediately understood and walked up to the strong men of the Killing Temple, "Seniors, three hundred years ago, it was Qingyang who threatened the Yaochi Holy Land and forced me to take action and seriously injured him.
Xia Chen, this ghost bead was actually obtained by the master of Xia Chen Palace who killed the third descendant of the ghost clan. I swear with my Taoist heart that what Chi Luo said today is true."
"Hehehe, Chi Luo, Chi Luo, you are really stubborn. You betrayed Xia Chen first, and now you betray me."
Hearing this, the elders of the Killing Temple fell silent again.
They actually had doubts about what happened three hundred years ago.
However, Qingyang's methods are too ruthless, and now that he has the support of the great elder, no one in the entire Killing Temple dares to oppose him.
What's more, Xia Chen is dead, but Qingyang has proven his talent in the past three hundred years.
By following him, the Temple of Killing will surely regain its glory.
"Qingyang, you are despicable and shameless. Even if you die today, I will clear Xia Chen's grievances."
Chi Luo looked excited. He suddenly raised his hand and took off a white jade hairpin on his head, crushing it hard.
All of a sudden, a fierce killing force suddenly descended.
Runes condensed, divine radiance surged, and the entire space instantly collapsed.
"This...this is...the mark of the God of Death?!"
"Mark of the God of Death!! How come this mark is in Chi Luo's hands?"
This time, the faces of the elders of the Killing Temple could no longer remain calm.
This mark was left by the God of Death. It not only contains the inheritance of the ancient God of Death, it is also a symbol of the identity of the master of the Death God.
"Elders, this mark was given to me by Xia Chen during his lifetime. Now... I will return it to Xia Chen's descendants. I hope you can follow the ancestral teachings of the Killing Temple and recognize who is the master of the Killing Temple.
"
Chi Luo's beautiful eyes were red, and she turned to look at Yu Yi, "Senior Yu... who is Miss Xia..."
"give it to me."
Bai Ling said indifferently, raised his hand and snatched the Mark of the God of Death.
She and Ling Xiao held the soul seal together, and Yu Yi and Xia Zhimeng didn't dare to refute at all.
After doing all this, Chi Luo just breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved.
"Chi Luo, Chi Luo, you are still so innocent."
From beginning to end, Qingyang didn't show any signs of panic, and there was even a touch of sarcasm on his face.
"If you had taken out this seal and told these lies three hundred years ago, you might have been able to elect a puppet to the position of the leader of the Killing Temple, but now..."
Qingyang shook his head and looked up at the young man in black above his head, "The Temple of Killing is my power, Qingyang. Ling Xiao, I will give you a choice, get out, or... die."
"I promised Xia Chen that I would help him regain the Temple of Killing."
Ling Xiao's expression was calm, and there wasn't much surprise in his eyes.
With Qingyang's character and methods, three hundred years would be enough for him to build the Temple of Death into a sect that truly belongs to him.
The reason why Ling Xiao spent so much time to find Chi Luo and Yu Yi was just to have a legitimate reason to kill Qingyang and put a blame on the head of the Realm Lord Hall.
As for loyalty, there are just not enough chips for betrayal.
As long as Qingyang dies, these powerful men from the Killing Temple will eventually kneel at the feet of the winner.
"Ling Xiao, I heard that you have the reputation of being the invincible generation. If you die in the hands of the supreme leader of my Killing Temple, I'm afraid the Ling clan won't let it go. Why don't we... let's make a bet."
Qingyang smiled coldly, he was not afraid of Ling Xiao, but that didn't mean he dared to kill Ling Xiao.
Especially now, the Realm Master is missing, the seven hall masters are all in seclusion, and even Xue Shaojun has kept a low profile. Naturally, he does not dare to touch the Ling Clan's bottom line at this time.
"Oh? What are you betting on?"
Standing high in the sky, the sky is filled with divine brilliance and aloof demeanor.
His smile at this time was quite intriguing. This villain's routine was indeed true. He always liked gambling and battles.
If a person of the first rank of the Holy Realm is destined to be a person of destiny, Ling Xiao still needs to worry a little bit.
But, what right does a villain with no luck... have the right to scream in front of him?
"You and I fight, and you lose, get out, I lose...I will give up my position as the leader of the Killing Temple to you!"
Qingyang smiled domineeringly, as we all know, the difference between the holy realm and the revered realm is like a divine punishment.
Under the holy realm, everything is ordinary.
Even if Ling Xiao's fighting prowess is unparalleled and his beauty is unparalleled, how can he possibly compete with him?
What's more, his Shadow Soul Palace's methods have never been used in front of others.
That is the supreme magical power inherited from the master of Shadow Soul Palace. Even in the holy realm, it is difficult for anyone to block it.
"I don't care about the position of killing the temple master. Today you... must die."
After Ling Xiao finished speaking, he took a step forward.
Around it, colorful clouds of mist suddenly spurted out, spreading across the galaxy thousands of miles away, and plummeted towards the blue sun.
The sky collapsed, and everything fell into silence.
Thousands of avenues converged into one palm, imprisoning the heaven and earth, suppressing all life.
Time, void, darkness, and flames appeared alternately. Faintly, everyone seemed to see that the palm print encompassed an entire epoch-long river, intertwined into billions of stars, and was indescribably mysterious and vast.
This scene is really shocking.
At this moment, even Qingyang's contempt instantly solidified in his eyes.
He knew that Ling Xiao was very strong, but he didn't expect that he was so strong.
The vast sea of fallen stars was simply more spectacular than the meteor shower he took his girl to see before.
"Hmph! Even a mere respectable person wants to kill a saint!!"
Qingyang raised his head and looked at the palm prints falling from the sky, a fighting spirit gradually filling his eyes.
In the past three hundred years, he has been practicing in seclusion in Qingyao Mountain and has never had any competition with his peers.
Now it seems that evildoers are indeed emerging in this troubled world.
"Buzz!!"
Qingyang also had thousands of rays of light outside his body, and in his hand, a crystal-clear spiritual sword appeared out of thin air.
The sea of stars was dazzling, transforming into a mighty divine blade, unparalleled in its killing power, and with the force of opening the sky, it suddenly slashed down at the spiritual palm.
The heaven and earth split, and a thick and majestic sword force swept across the sky and chopped countless stars into pieces.
The brilliance spread all over the sky, like fireworks in a prosperous age, shocking people's hearts.
At this time, even many strong men who had reached the supreme realm had a look of deep shock on their faces.
terrible!!
The fighting power of these two contemporary monsters is really terrifying!!
With such a panic and unstoppable force, it is really a bit like... the grand conquest of various clans a hundred thousand years ago.
Qingyang stood in front of the palace, the clouds were light and the wind was gentle, with a hint of arrogance on his face.
Even though Ling Xiao's immortal appearance is the same, but... he is only a respectable person after all.
As long as he exerts a little bit of the power of the holy pattern, all attacks will be defeated.
"Buzz!!"
only!!
Just when the sword slashed down the stars and destroyed the spiritual seal, a loud sword chant was suddenly heard from the end of the sea of stars.