Ling Xiao smiled gently, his expression always calm.
Although it is common for the Son of Destiny to kill enemies across borders, with his current strength, Ling Tian still cannot escape death with just a Luck Looting Card.
Ten thousand luck is really a bit greedy.
"Brother, be careful."
Ling Tian's eyes flashed with blood, he held the ancient sword horizontally in his hand, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Until his figure appeared a few feet above Ling Xiao's head, there was still no spiritual light fluctuation on the latter's body.
"Um?"
Ling Tian's eyes panicked, and a trace of hesitation suddenly appeared in his heart.
What if he used all his strength and really killed his brother?
But at this moment, Ling Xiao's palm suddenly reached out, and there seemed to be thousands of magic lines lingering in the palm, instantly piercing the void and printing towards Ling Tian's heart.
This palm seems ordinary and ordinary, but it contains endless killings, covering the ancient times and the great stars and mountains and rivers.
There was even a hint of shock in Ling Tian's eyes, and Cang Mang swung his sword and slashed it down.
"Buzz."
Between heaven and earth, the sound of sword chants suddenly resounded.
The void was shattered layer by layer, and a fairy shadow stepped out of the sky, shimmering with divine radiance, like a fairy coming to the world, containing the majesty of destroying the world.
What is even more frightening is that although this immortal figure has many charms at this time, its eyes are strangely bloody.
Immortals and demons are one, unique in the world.
"boom."
Three thousand sword lights can break through endless visions.
The sword intent alone cut and shattered the entire sky. Wherever the sharp edge passed, the space turned into an abyss, revealing the icy coldness.
only!!
The moment the Zhuxian Ancient Sword fell, Ling Xiao suddenly clenched his hand tightly and held the sword's edge directly in his palm.
"boom!"
Thousands of sword intentions suddenly collapsed, and even the blood around Ling Tian solidified at this moment.
"How...how is it possible?"
Ling Tian stood blankly in the void, his eyes widened, filled with an indescribable shock.
Half-step God Emperor, inheritance from ancient demons, sword of immortal attack, perfect Taoism.
Each of these creations can be said to defy the heavens and shake the ancient times.
even!!
Ling Tian is confident that with his current swordsmanship, he can be said to be invincible among fellow immortals and demons within three feet.
However, the elder brother only used his palm to block his sword.
Especially the cold look on Ling Xiao's face was more like a ruthless whipping, which made his heart, which had just been a little proud, instantly become cold.
"Snapped!"
Ling Xiao suddenly used force and directly pulled Ling Tian's figure in front of him, and then slapped him hard on the face.
With this palm, Ling Xiao did not exert half of his spiritual power, nor did he use too much strength. It was like a kind of shock.
But even so, there was still a trace of blood flowing from the corner of Ling Tian's mouth, and his whole aura instantly weakened.
"I'm sorry...Brother, I disappoint you again."
At this time, Ling Tian's heart was undoubtedly in pain.
He knew that beneath Ling Xiao's cold appearance, there were great expectations for him.
But from beginning to end, although he tried hard to catch up, he was crushed by Ling Xiao every time.
This kind of blow did not affect Ling Tian's Taoist heart, but the disappointment in his brother's eyes made him miserable.
Brother, I am useless, I am not worthy of your love and care!!
"I'm not slapping you because you are weak. You are weak. It doesn't matter. I have tens of millions of elixirs and ten dragon veins. I can give them to you. As long as you are willing to work hard, sooner or later you will reach the top of the world."
Ling Xiao sighed softly, with a gleam of disappointment in his eyes.
"elder brother…"
Ling Tian lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and even his body was trembling.
"I hit you because of your hesitation just now! As a swordsman, when you hold the sword, everyone in the world is an enemy. You have not sorry for me. What you are sorry for is the sword in your hand."
After saying this, Ling Xiao didn't hesitate at all, turned around and walked towards the bank of Daze.
Ling Tian, on the other hand, stood there with a dull look on his face, staring at the ancient sword in his hand. Suddenly, a bright sword glow shot into the sky around him.
In the next moment, thousands of sword intentions suddenly fell down and poured into his body.
The blood is dripping, and the sad wind sobs.
There was no trace of pain on Ling Tian's face, but a hint of shock and excitement.
I saw him sitting down cross-legged again, as if he had fallen into some strange situation.
"Master!"
"My lord!"
On the bank of Daze, Feng Ruge, Lin Meng, Bai Zhixi, Han Zhan, Chen Qingshan and others stood up one after another and bowed respectfully towards Ling Xiao.
Further away, Xiong Huan, Liang Yi, Dieying, Jiuyou, Xiao Beifa, Xing Shen and others stood in front of the ancient forest, looking extremely respectful.
"My lord! This whale has been dealt with."
Han Zhan bowed and stepped aside, revealing the disemboweled monster whale behind him.
This whale is the young master of the Imperial Whale Clan, a royal family in the sea. Originally, Ling Xiao raised him here to feed him when he became emperor. Unexpectedly, he was caught while fishing today.
All I can say is that when fate comes, it’s hard not to die.
"Well, put the spiritual materials into the whale's body and spread the charcoal fire. Where is Xiao Pou?"
"My Lord! I am always by your side!"
Xiao Pou walked out of the crowd with a solemn expression and bowed to Ling Xiao.
"First cut a few plates of sashimi for everyone to try."
"yes!"
"My lord! This is the fine wine and spiritual fruit presented by the major demon clans."
Jiuyou took out hundreds of jars of fine wine from the Qiankun Ring and placed them in front of Ling Xiao.
"Here, pick up the wine."
Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, and suddenly there was a general ups and downs in his body.
Then, his figure slowly rose into the air and stood above everyone's heads.
"Everyone! The final battle to overthrow the Holy Religion is about to begin. The Lord of God is innocent and kills people indiscriminately. Although we practice evil ways, we must seek justice for all creatures in the world! Today I will drink a cup with you. This battle
Regardless of life or death, you will definitely be recorded in the history of the Holy State!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Xiao picked up the wine jar and drank it all in one gulp.
At this time, his voice, wrapped in spiritual power, had already spread throughout the realm.
Hearing this, everyone's faces showed excitement and excitement.
A scholar dies for a confidant!!
Even though everyone in this domain is a loyal servant of Ling Xiao, the war is about to begin, and morale is particularly important.
You see, this jar of wine gave them the confidence to look forward to death.
Although everyone is a demon, after all, many people here are not just killing innocent people indiscriminately.
And Ling Xiao only needs to give them an encouragement, which is enough for these people to be willing to die.
Everyone in the world will die, so if you help me defeat the immortals, it can be regarded as... a worthy death.
Even if Dieying and others had not already known Ling Xiao's face, they would have been impressed by his uprightness and willingness to die for the common people.
Gan!
What’s there to say, sir, you are so righteous!!
"There is no need to practice today, just drink to your heart's content! Xiao Pian, serve the meat!"
"Yes! Lord!!"
For a time, the realm was filled with joy, and even the Blood Guard secret guards were given wine and meat to drink to their heart's content.
But Ling Xiao quietly winked at Han Qingqiu, Lin Meng, Zi Yan, Hua Hua and others, and headed towards Tianchi.
On the top of the ancient mountain, the stars are shining brightly, reflecting the clear pond like beautiful jade.
In the spiritual pool, Ling Xiao Chiguo's upper body was leaning on the bank, holding a wine pot in one hand and holding Han Qingqiu in the other.
Beside him, Lin Meng's pretty face was slightly red, tasting a bowl of white soup in her hand.
Further away, Zi Yan was stroking the Qingqin with her hands, closing her eyes and playing the music composed by Wen Ruyu.
The sound of the piano is melodious, neither sad nor melancholy, it is a kind of determination that life and death depend on each other.
Only Feng Ruge, with a look of resentment, folded the dead branches in her hands and looked after a pot of shark fin ginseng on the fire. Occasionally she looked at Ling Xiao, her eyes full of resentment.