"Lan Hui, you are so brave, you dare to hide outside creatures secretly. Today, as the slave of Young Master Shiwujie, I will destroy your Lanhun clan."
Cang Xin shouted coldly, her eyes majestic.
"Why does the young master need to take matters into his own hands for such a trivial matter? I will take care of the trouble for the young master."
Among the crowd, an old man in black robe suddenly walked out, with a sinister look on his face and his eyes sarcastically looking at the people below him.
In this place where demons are buried, the cultivation of demons is extremely difficult.
Therefore, in general, the cultivation level of these demons is generally lower than that of outside creatures.
Especially above the holy realm, if you want to enter the supreme level, you must condense the nine holy patterns.
The condensation of the holy patterns requires spiritual power.
Therefore, even though the six major hegemonic clans have given birth to countless powerful men in the holy realm during these hundreds of thousands of years, only very few have truly reached the supreme level.
Of course, compared to the outside creatures, the physical strength of the monsters and strong men in this Demon Burial Land is undoubtedly extremely terrifying.
And the six major hegemons have opened up new ways of cultivation and controlled different powers during these long years.
This is something that outsiders cannot compare to.
What's more, in such a world without spiritual energy, ordinary creatures can only consume their own spiritual energy and it is difficult to replenish it.
In terms of durability of combat power, the strong ones from the Demon Burial Ground are better.
Oh, of course, this is just normal.
"This elder!!"
Lan Hui, the leader of the Blue Soul clan, changed his expression and suddenly bowed down, "This matter has nothing to do with my Blue Moon clan. I...I...I don't know this outsider at all. There is also Lan Yue. As the leader of the clan, I
Name, officially announce that he will be expelled from the Blue Soul Clan!!"
"uncle!!"
Lan Yue's pretty face is pale, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
She didn't know what kind of disaster her uncle's words would bring to the Blue Soul Clan, but at the very least, his life would be lost.
"Do you think you can avoid disaster this way?"
The elder of the demon spirit smiled sinisterly. In his eyes, these Blue Soul tribe members were simply ants who could be killed easily.
With his third-level Saint Realm strength, he is enough to crush the entire Blue Soul Clan.
Even the leader of the Blue Soul Clan is only at the first level of the Saint Realm, so he is not worth mentioning.
"Is this the clan you want to protect?"
Ling Xiao smiled gently, facing the terrifying holy power in the vast sky, he seemed...not to care at all.
At this moment, he was just looking at Lan Yue with a gentle expression, waiting for her to answer.
"Sir, this matter happened because of me after all. The Blue Soul Clan is innocent... Lan Yue is willing to pay any price, please protect me, the Blue Soul Clan."
Lan Yue suddenly knelt on the ground and couldn't stand up for a long time.
In the eyes of everyone, this scene seemed a bit...ridiculous.
Even Cang Xin was extremely angry and laughed, "How come this is still happening?"
Yes, when he learned about the death of Cang Xun and others, he actually didn't feel too sad.
He just wanted to use this to extort some spiritual treasures from the Blue Soul Clan.
Unexpectedly, he unexpectedly bumped into Lan Yue and the others who were rushing back.
Therefore, from beginning to end, Cang Xin didn't know what happened by the Yanhu Lake.
Otherwise, even if he was given a hundred courages, he would never dare to be so mentally retarded as to provoke a young man who dared to kill the monsters of the Corpse God Clan.
"good!"
Ling Xiao didn't say much. He raised his head and glanced at the demon spirit elder who was storming towards him. A black lotus suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
The demon spirit elder sneered, turned into an afterimage, and fell from the sky.
Can!!
The next scene instantly plunged the entire Blue Soul Clan into deathly silence.
I saw the old man who had reached the third level of the Holy Realm suddenly start to burn with purple-black flames.
In just one breath, he completely disappeared from everyone's sight with a rushing attitude.
It was silent, not a sound was made at all.
Just...disappeared into thin air.
There was a dull look of confusion on everyone's faces.
"When did Elder Cang Langlang practice such magical skills?"
Cang Xin's mouth opened slightly, her eyes wavering.
He was waiting, waiting for his protector to pull out his big sword with the force of thunder, appear above the young man's head, and kill him with ease.
But, no.
Elder Cang Langlang disappeared and never appeared again.
Ling Xiao raised his head, looked up at the sky, and raised his palms slightly.
I saw a ray of fairy light blooming quietly, looking particularly dazzling and sacred in this devilish land with thin spiritual energy.
Immediately afterwards, sword shadows began to appear in the void, like meteors, falling all over the sky.
"Puff puff."
With the cultivation of these noble-level demon spirits, it is impossible to stop the power of Wanjian Daozang.
At this time, Cang Xin had just reacted from his sluggishness, his eyes revealed fear and despair, and then, he saw an ancient talisman suddenly appear in his hand, and a ray of aura lit up.
Seeing this scene, there was a smile on Ling Xiao's lips, and the ancient sword that was about to fall on his head also stopped at this moment.
"Father!! Save me!!"
Accompanied by a roar, the sword shadow finally fell, directly cutting Cang Xin from it.
The whole process lasted less than three breaths.
At the end of his life, Cang Xin seemed to have an illusion that the ancient sword just now seemed to have been waiting for him on purpose.
"thump!"
Countless corpses fell from the sky, making low sounds in this silent ancient city.
Lan Yuejue covered her red lips tightly with her hands, her delicate body trembling, unable to restrain herself.
Although she knew that Master Ling Xiao had terrifying fighting power and could kill a saint with just one glance.
But she seemed...to underestimate this young master's true strength.
With such sword power, even the Six Little Overlords would not be his opponent at all!!
Of course, the premise is that... the young master can recover his spiritual power in time. Otherwise, once the consumption is too great, even if he masters the immortal skills, it will be difficult to kill the enemy.
"Mr.. Gongzi..."
Lan Hui's eyes trembled, changed several times, and no longer had the previous resentment and worry.
If it weren't for Ling Xiao, the Blue Soul Clan would have been facing annihilation just now.
Although the Blue Soul clan also has an ancestor who has been in seclusion all year round.
However, if they provoke the Demon Spirit Clan, they still cannot escape the fate of destruction.
For a moment, Lan Hui was at a loss.
Cang Xin has just sent a message to the leader of the Demon Spirit Clan. It won't be long before the ancient clan will come out in force to avenge Cang Xin.
This disaster was originally caused by Lan Yue and Ling Xiao, but if he pressed it now, the end would probably be the same as Cang Xin and others.
Asking himself, he couldn't resist even a single wisp of that sword force, let alone the weird black flame that burned the holy realm just now.
"Aren't you going to show up yet?"
Ling Xiao looked at the sky with an indifferent expression.
The moment he finished speaking, an old figure suddenly stepped out of the void and bowed down to him.
"Old man Lan Yu, please pay your respects to the young master."
The person who came was none other than the ancestor of the Blue Soul Tribe, a sixth-grade Saint Realm person with weak vitality and on the verge of death.
"Thank you so much, Young Master, for resolving our clan's crisis. This kindness... our clan will never forget!"