There was a humming sound between heaven and earth.
I saw the figure of the Ji Clan Heavenly Lord stepping out of the void and appearing in front of Ling Xiao.
At this time, there was a clear look of ridicule on his face, and he stretched out his palm and pressed it down towards Ling Xiao's head.
Seeing this scene, a playful smile flashed across Ji Cang's face, and he said in a cold tone, "I'm afraid your young master is going to die here."
"oh?"
Bai Bingyan shook her head, and a rare hint of ridicule appeared in her cold eyes.
In an instant, Ji Cang's face turned completely dull, his eyes trembled slightly, and he felt like...the girl was looking at him as if she was looking at an idiot.
"Buzz."
At this moment, an ear-splitting buzzing sound came from the void in the distance again.
Ji Cang's face was stunned, and he suddenly turned his head and looked towards Ling Xiao.
The next moment, the mouth of this powerful holy man opened angrily, as if he had seen something incredible.
At this moment, the figure of the Ji Clan Heavenly Lord suddenly stopped in place.
And his entire head was actually held in the hands of a blood-armored figure.
"Gulu."
The Ji Clan Tianzun's throat rolled, and before the arrogance and ridicule on his face dissipated, he completely froze, like a dead dog, being lifted up in the air.
"Click."
As a crisp shattering sound came, his entire head exploded and was crushed into pieces by the blood-armored figure.
"Um?"
Ji Cang's face turned pale, and when he looked at the ferocious and terrifying blood-armored figure, a bit of chill suddenly arose in his heart.
"You...you are..."
With his soul perception, he could easily detect the blood-evil aura surrounding this figure, like the source of all evils.
He was no stranger to this kind of breath, but he felt a chill rushing straight to his forehead, and his whole body was trembling.
Even now, he has entered the realm of the Holy Lord, but he still cannot forget the figures that once stood at the pinnacle of eternity.
Each one of them has achieved enlightenment through killing, killing hundreds of millions of living beings with their own power.
even!!
Before the demons controlled the heavens, these evil demon lords were once giants who controlled the world alone.
Among them, the most feared one is the war leader of the Shura clan.
Luohou!!
Even though one hundred thousand years have passed, this name is still a nightmare in Ji Cang's heart.
He had witnessed with his own eyes that this Shura war lord slashed from the upper three realms to the middle three realms with one man and two swords, slaughtering countless powerful immortals and bleeding into the sea.
hiss…
At this moment, Ji Cang was suddenly in a trance, as if he had fallen into an illusion.
"It's fake, it must be fake..."
Ji Cang murmured to himself, not believing that this Shura War Lord could reappear in the world.
In other words, given his status, even if he was not suppressed by the powerful immortal clan, he should have been sealed and suppressed. How could he come back to the world?
"Ji clan?"
Luo Hou casually threw the body of the Ji Clan Heavenly Lord on the ground and turned to look at Ji Cang, "The blood of your clan is still as disgusting as ever."
"Gulu."
In an instant, Ji Cang's whole body went numb, and his old face turned pale.
I was eighteen that year, and I stood like a gangster.
In a blink of an eye, a hundred thousand years have passed, and he has already stepped into the Holy Master, but he still cannot resist the gaze of this Shura War Lord.
"Shu...Sura War Lord..."
Ji Cang's voice was trembling, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.
At this time, he was even more confused, who...is Ling Xiao?!
Looking across the nine heavens and ten earths, there is only one person who can make this war lord willing to be his servant.
Demon!!
Hiss... hiss hiss...
Ji Cang's body trembled suddenly and he almost collapsed to the ground.
impossible!!
With the power of the four ancient gods, it is impossible for them to not notice once the demon is reborn.
But to this day, the Ji clan has not received any instructions from the elders.
"War Lord Shura?"
Hearing this, a startling sound suddenly came from the depths of the abyss.
I saw Yan Motian's figure walking out of the darkness, with cracks running through the armor outside his body. His flaming hair was slightly messy, and he no longer looked like he was pulling and pulling like before.
"Um?"
Luo Hou frowned slightly and his eyes became colder, "Your breath also makes me sick."
When he dominated the world, the Wu clan had already declined and was hidden behind the great world.
only!!
In every era, the Witch Clan will be like a stir-up stick, wandering among all races and forces in an attempt to completely mess up the situation in the Immortal Realm.
The Marquis of Luo alone had beheaded more than one Holy Lord of the Witch Clan.
"Haha, isn't your Shura clan now withered away? Why not join forces with our Witch clan to reopen the world?"
Yan Motian sneered, with a hint of depth in his eyes.
Today's demon clan has a worse fate than the witch clan.
At the very least, the Wu clan has accumulated countless foundations after hundreds of millions of years of recuperation.
The demon clan, on the other hand, had just experienced a recent catastrophe, resulting in heavy casualties. Even their leader, the demon, had fallen into the hands of the ancient gods.
In Yan Motian's view, these demons are like bereaved dogs, humble and pitiful.
"oh?"
Hearing this, Luo Hou's bloody eyes suddenly flashed with overwhelming demonic intent.
He turned to look at Ling Xiao, showing a bloodthirsty smile, "My lord..."
"Leave it to Weiyang, keep an eye on them."
After saying this, Ling Xiao didn't even look at Ji Cang and Yan Motian, and turned around and walked towards the depths of the abyss.
"Hmph, Ling Xiao, don't go too far. Do you think...if the two of us risk our lives, can the three saints really stop us?"
Ji Cang shouted angrily, his eyes gradually becoming ferocious.
He couldn't beat Luo Hou, and he was not even a match for the woman in white in front of him.
However, the death-fight of a holy and powerful man is beyond the imagination of contemporary people.
As long as he and Yan Motian take action at the same time to burn the holy blood and holy soul, one of them will definitely face the obstruction of only one holy master.
At this time, if they risk their lives, they will definitely be able to kill Ling Xiao.
"Oh? If you can't do three, what about four?"
Ling Xiao stopped walking, turned to look at Ji Cang, and asked seriously.
"Wha...what?"
Ji Cang's face was stunned and his mouth opened wide again.
At this moment, he saw that there was suddenly a sea of blood floating behind Ling Xiao.
The rich smell of blood is like the underworld, made from the blood of hundreds of millions of creatures, with endless ups and downs.
Among them, a woman with a beautiful face stood above the sea of blood, looking at Ji Cang with a compassionate look.
"Gulu."
At this moment, the last hope in the heart of the great elder of the Ji clan was completely shattered.
Lord Asura, Qiluo, is the cruelest and most sinister blood lord among the demon tribe.
"How is it possible..."
Ji Cang staggered, feeling like the sky was falling.
Unknowingly, the Demon Palace seems to have made a comeback.
What’s even more frightening is that no one in the Immortal Realm is aware of it now!!