Luo Hou grinned, his whole body boiling with fighting energy.
When he was conquering the world, he also had fights with the Ji clan.
only!!
At that time, the Ji clan was still the master of the Xuantian Immortal Domain and had a profound foundation.
Nowadays, it seems that this clan has declined, and the most powerful ones are only at the level of the Saint, and can no longer pose any threat to Ling Xiao.
"Kill them all."
Ling Xiao waved his hand and walked into the darkness, disappearing completely. "Those two saints will be brought to me later."
"yes!"
Hearing this, Luo Hou and Qi Luo looked at each other, with bloodthirsty pleasure in their eyes.
"Boom."
The entire abyss suddenly stirred up shocking waves.
I saw magic lines rising up one after another, shaking the sky and swallowing up all the light in this place.
"You...you guys..."
Ji Cang's lips trembled, and there was no trace of blood on his old face.
Beside him, Yan Motian was also frightened and couldn't stop.
He never dreamed that one day he would actually experience the so-called black people eating black people.
Originally, he escaped from the seal of the Immortal Prison and plotted against the Ji clan in order to complete the Fire Ancestor's grand plan and plot to inherit the Immortal Mausoleum.
On the surface, his plan seemed to be successful, but why did he die?
Gan!
"Boom."
Hearing the roar coming from behind, Ling Xiao didn't see any waves on his face.
I saw him walking straight to the depths of the abyss and sitting down on the same spot.
The next moment, above his head, a devouring whirlpool slowly emerged, swallowing up all the remaining souls and blood machines in this place.
"Buzz."
Within a radius of thousands of miles, all evil demon souls were prostrate on the ground, trembling.
Even so, at the moment when the wisps of magic patterns swept across, they still felt that their bodies were gradually broken.
although!!
Ling Xiao had already used his demonic power to swallow up many remaining souls here.
But at that time, there were many geniuses from the Immortal Realm in the Sky Burial Abyss, and he did not dare to be too blatant.
Now, whether it is Xiao Yang, Sakyamuni, Ji Xuan, or Ying Jiao, they have all obtained a witch ancestor inheritance and escaped from this place, so Ling Xiao naturally has no worries anymore.
Nowadays, except for Yingjiao, these four people may not dare to show themselves in front of others. They can only hide in the dark and wait quietly for the birth of Xianling.
What Ling Xiao wants to do is to use them to find the secrets of the old heaven and the Wu clan in the secret realm of Xianling.
Where is Jiang Che, the old heavenly war god and the slave of the third surname now?
Is his so-called fiancée beautiful? Well, is she lucky?
The Immortal Mausoleum is a miraculous place in Xuantian Immortal Domain, what kind of secrets are hidden in it.
Also, the Fire Ancestor is deliberately planning to use the destined people to bring the soul into them. What is he planning?
For some reason, Ling Xiao had a hunch at this moment that he would also meet some old friends in the Immortal Tomb and uncover some mysteries that had been hidden for eternity.
Time passes!!
When Ling Xiao opened his eyes, a demonic intention suddenly rose up around him, shocking Cangming.
And his realm has risen again, reaching the terrifying state of sixty-seven thousand kalpas.
After all, after entering the Immortal Realm, as a villain, Ling Xiao's realm gradually surpassed that of most young people in the Immortal Realm.
And he no longer needs to rely on his natural talent to cross borders and kill enemies, and he has returned to the days when he could crush his opponents just by relying on his own realm.
"My lord."
At this moment, in the distance in the void, Luohou and Qiluo each carried a figure and descended from the sky.
In the hands of the two of them, Ji Cang and Yan Motian had been beaten to the point of being reduced to human form, their bodies were covered in broken blood and bones, and their breath was sluggish.
Especially for Ji Cang, most of his head was broken into pieces, which was extremely miserable.
"thump."
With a casual wave from Luo Hou and others, the figures of Ji Cang and Yan Motian suddenly fell in front of Ling Xiao.
At this time, waves of demonic intent were clearly lingering around them, and their spiritual bloodlines were obviously sealed by Luohou and Qiluo.
"Well, you go back first."
Ling Xiao smiled and brought Luo Hou and Luo Hou back into the realm.
Their identities are somewhat sensitive.
Now, the seal of the Sky Burial Abyss has been broken, and the "Heir of the Witch Ancestor" has been born, which is bound to attract the attention of thousands of forces in the Xuantian Immortal Domain.
At this time, Ling Xiao didn't want anyone to discover the identities of Luo Hou and others and fall into a situation where everyone in the world was their enemy.
"Ling...Lord Ling Xiao..."
Ji Cang's throat rolled, and he no longer looked as arrogant and domineering as before. He forced out a smile and said, "I am willing to lead the Ji clan to surrender. I hope you can give me a chance."
At this time, he had probably guessed Ling Xiao's identity and did not dare to show any disobedience.
"Ji Clan? Is there anyone left in the Ji Clan now?"
Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, then suddenly stretched out a palm and placed it on Ji Cang's head.
In the next moment, without any hesitation, the devouring divine patterns in his palm surged and boiled, directly swallowing up the body and soul of the great elder of the Ji clan.
"Buzz."
In just an instant, Ling Xiao's realm entered the level of sixty-eight thousand kalpas.
And at the level of his soul, there are faint signs of breaking through a hundred thousand calamities and entering the realm of respect.
"Um?"
Beside him, Yan Motian's eyes trembled, and a bit of coldness suddenly arose in his heart.
Even with his status, after seeing Ling Xiao's sinister methods, he felt frightened and had an unspeakable fear.
"you…"
"Okay, now we can talk about the Witch Clan."
Ling Xiao looked gentle and said with deep eyes, "Of course, if you are willing to say it."
"What do you want to know?"
Yan Motian's throat rolled, and he barely suppressed the panic in his heart.
In fact, he is not afraid of death. Under the oppression of these endless years, what is the difference between him and death?
What he was afraid of was Ling Xiao's terrible character and sinister and evil methods.
There must be ten thousand ways for this young man to torture his body and humiliate his soul.
"What is the Fire Ancestor, or rather the Witch Clan, planning?"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his hand to hold Yan Motian's long red hair, and held him in front of him.
"Xianling."
Yan Motian took a deep breath and spit out two words.
But the moment he finished speaking, he felt Ling Xiao's palm suddenly exert force.
"Click."
There was a sound of bones breaking, and Ling Xiao's five fingers inserted neatly into his head.
"hiss…"
Immediately, a heartbreaking pain swept through me, causing Yan Motian's expression to turn completely ferocious, "Are you kidding me here?"
"I…"
Yan Motian clenched his teeth, his eyes full of anger.
However, he didn't dare to move at this time, for fear that Ling Xiao would lift his Tianling Cap directly with a little force.
"Tell me, what secrets are hidden in the Immortal Tomb?"
Ling Xiao said indifferently, and saw a hesitant look in Yan Motian's eyes. He immediately smiled and nodded, "You must be from the fire witch clan, right? I wonder if your head can survive being burned."