"Your Majesty! Capture all the remaining 337 members of the Black Demon Clan."
Xiong Huan and others walked to the front of the palace and bowed to Ling Xiao.
At this moment, on the square, one by one, the Black Demon clansmen were sluggish, hunched their heads, lined up neatly, and knelt in front of Ling Xiao.
This scene is really shocking.
Especially for the sect forces in Kyushu, it is simply... ridiculous to watch this race, which is regarded as a god by all the tribes in Kyushu, being so easily suppressed and reduced to a prisoner.
even!!
There were only a dozen people on Ling Xiao's side, but in just a few moments, they slaughtered hundreds of powerful black demons.
Crushing is not on the same level at all.
"Invincible? Is this the true contemporary invincibility?"
"Not only the current generation, but even the powerful ones from the older generation, I'm afraid they are no match for Young Master Ling Xiao, right?"
In the ancient forest, countless geniuses from the upper world sighed deeply, their eyes trembling with fear.
Although, this lower realm is mostly filled with false saints.
However, even if it is a false saint, it is simply not something that a person of ordinary respect can compete with.
One punch smashed a strong man of the fourth level of the Holy Realm. Such combat power was enough to rival many clan leaders in the upper world, right?
You must know that even if it is an immortal inheritance, the current controller on the surface is only the pinnacle of the holy realm.
A strong man who has truly reached the supreme level rarely interferes in worldly affairs.
"Start from the highest level and kill a demon in one day."
Ling Xiao stretched out his hand, took out a wine bottle from the Qiankun Ring, leaned on the golden chair in front of the palace, and sipped the wine.
With Bai Zhixi's talent, she would be able to escape safely whenever there was a chance.
After all, luck is there.
The only thing that can trap her is the Lingbao Sacred Artifact.
Soon, the news that the Black Demon Clan was destroyed by Ling Xiao spread throughout the entire Kyushu.
After the Blood Feather Clan, the real hegemonic clan in this lower realm finally fell into the hands of the Young Master.
At the same time, Master Ling Xiao's war report was also embellished and spread by various righteous people.
The entire Kyushu fell into an eerie silence for an instant.
Everyone knows that soon there will be a world-famous battle on the Black Demon Holy Mountain.
Especially in recent days, there has been a lot of rumors about the identity of this Black Demon Son.
Some people say that this holy son is the reincarnation of the ancestor of the black devil and is born with divine power.
Some people also say that he is actually the ancestor of the black devil, who just borrowed his body and resurrected his soul.
All in all, the strength of this Black Demon Saint is very powerful and cannot be competed by his peers.
As for where he went...
There are also rumors that the Holy Son of the Dark Devil came to Qingluan Academy that day and took away countless pills.
Obviously, he should have gone into seclusion to practice.
However, it was this expectation that caused the land of Kyushu, which had been in chaos for several months, to suddenly fall into calm.
But everyone knows that this calmness is just the depression before the heavy rain.
Finally, one day, on the border of Zhongzhou, a demonic cloud suddenly gathered and floated thousands of miles away.
Everyone's eyes instantly focused on the origin of the demon.
There, I saw a young man wearing black armor walking out of the mountain and looking calmly at the central holy mountain.
The news about the Black Demon Clan had already reached his ears.
However, there was no trace of anger on his face, but an unconcealed fighting spirit.
It’s back, everything is back!!
This long-lost... tension, anticipation and passion.
After experiencing the turmoil a hundred thousand years ago, Black Batian already knew the cruelty of this immortal path.
Today's black demon clan can hardly be called a foundation for him.
Because, both the ancestors and the current generation have long lost the true blood nature of the demons.
Only he, Hei Batian, alone... upheld the character of the Black Devil.
Of course, it doesn't mean that he will let go of the young man who slaughtered the black devil.
On the contrary, he will use such a highly anticipated battle to announce his return.
So what if the Manchus were massacred?
After all, as long as he reaches the top of the sky, these nine days will be... the nine days of the black devil.
"Ling Xiao, wait obediently on the holy mountain. I will come and kill you right now."
Hei Batian said a word of indifference, and the coercion of a fourth-level holy realm surged through the world, causing thousands of strange phenomena.
Faintly, there seems to be a demonic shadow standing in the sky, majestic and majestic, dominating this world.
Different from the holy realm in this lower realm, Hei Batian's holy calamity was spent in the upper realm of Qingcang one hundred thousand years ago.
He has a total of fourteen holy patterns. Looking at the world, he can be called invincible!
In the Black Demon Holy Mountain, Ling Xiao was sipping the fairy brew, leisurely and carefree, without any trace of panic.
Whether it was an ancient freak or a descendant of a divine queen, there was no deterrent to him at all.
His talent is eternal and unique.
No matter what era the monsters are, they are not worth mentioning in front of Ling Xiao.
"Ling Xiao!! You will regret it. I, the Holy Son of Darkness, will definitely kill all of you hypocritical humans!!"
In front of the main hall, the Dark Demon Ancestor clenched his teeth and looked ashamed and angry.
At this time, all his soul and spiritual power have been sealed, and it is really difficult for him to die.
He had not experienced this kind of humiliation for a long time.
However, no matter how powerful and domineering Ling Xiao is, in the eyes of the Black Demon Tribe, the Holy Son is invincible.
He will definitely carry the dignity of the black demon clan, break through the shackles, and become the god of war to defeat the immortals, not to mention... the humble human race.
"It's been a day."
Ling Xiao said indifferently, and Xiong Huan, who was behind the Black Demon Ancestor, stretched out his palm and punched him on the head.
"Puch!"
Immediately, blood splattered everywhere. The majestic Black Demon Ancestor, a ninth-level saint, had his head blown off in such a humiliating manner!!
There was an uproar under the Holy Mountain.
And the news of Hei Batian's appearance quickly spread here.
Moreover, his arrogance seems to be on par with Ling Xiao's.
I am getting more and more excited. The showdown between the top monsters in the upper and lower realms is really exciting.
finally!!
Just when everyone was waiting eagerly, a divine flower suddenly penetrated the sky above the holy mountain.
The divine power is mighty, and the dark and gloomy evil energy envelopes the sun and moon.
And among the layers of demonic energy, a mighty and tall figure stood with his hands behind his back.
His body was intertwined with Dao Rune patterns, and his eyes revealed endless fighting intent. The magic patterns evolved and flowed with an arrogant luster.
The breath alone has caused countless creatures under the mountain to tremble and feel an indescribable fear.
Holy Land!!
Moreover, the holy power in Hei Batian's body is actually more terrifying than that of the Black Demon Ancestor who is at the ninth level of the Holy Realm!!
It's like a demonic sea, with endless layers and turbulent waves.
"Hei Batian is coming!!"
"Holy Son!! Holy Son, save me!!!"
The entire Black Demon Holy Mountain was completely boiling.
The originally dull-eyed Black Demon clansman suddenly glowed with glory, raising his head and roaring, his eyes filled with excitement and excitement.
In their opinion, with the coming of the Holy Son, this disaster will be over safely.