Jinpao smiled indifferently and never took Ling Xiao and the others into his eyes.
From the moment the boy stepped into the sacred mountain, he felt it.
Even Zi Yan, Taoist Master Taixuan, and Xiong Huan could not escape his soul perception.
However, in his eyes, there is not much difference between a ninth-grade divine emperor and a ninth-grade divine general.
"I am invincible in this world. Even if I sit here and seal you in the formation, I can suppress all spirits with just one thought."
"Arrogant."
Deep in the golden glow, a clear light suddenly shone, and an extremely cold chill filled the sky and earth, freezing the void and freezing the glow.
Then, a figure in green clothes gradually appeared, with a picturesque face and a graceful figure.
There was an extreme coldness on her face.
Even if it weren't for the different hair color, at first glance, Ling Xiao actually saw the shadow of the white-haired woman in the demon soul consciousness that day.
Is it because of Taoism?
At this time, Ye Qingchan was still lonely and cold, but she had a different temperament.
The fifth rank of God Emperor, eight thousand fortunes.
She stood on the altar, isolated from the world, and above her head was an ancient cyan statue, blooming with thousands of divine flowers, blocking all the golden brilliance.
"Son."
It wasn't until her eyes fell on Ling Xiao that a touching smile appeared on her pretty face.
And the aura that made Ling Xiao suspicious disappeared in an instant.
It was as if she had never changed, she loved Ling Xiao deeply and took him as her life.
What changed was the direction Ling Xiao looked at her.
The mist rises, she is the god who stands proudly in the Holy State, and her thoughts freeze thousands of miles, suppressing the world.
After the glory dissipated, she was the nervous and restrained girl in green from the Sword Sect, serving tea and water, serving swords and burning incense.
"Qingchan, I'm here."
Ling Xiao smiled softly. Although he had many doubts in his heart, his face looked calm.
No matter what, Ye Qingchan is no longer the same person she used to be.
That ancient soul has been completely devoured by her, and it is unlikely that anything will change again.
"I know the young master will definitely come, I have been waiting for the young master."
Ye Qingchan has gentle eyebrows and a bright smile at the corner of her mouth.
But the moment she finished speaking, her delicate body suddenly trembled, and a wisp of blood spilled from her mouth, staining her green clothes red.
It was obvious that during this period, despite her strange encounters, her cultivation had returned to the level of a god emperor.
But in front of the God Lord, a powerful person with high status, he still looked small and fragile.
The only thing that confused Ling Xiao was that with Ye Qingchan's current strength, Zhou Yandao could definitely kill him.
But he didn't, instead he used a formation to imprison and seal it.
Could it be that it's just luck again?
"The person you are waiting for is actually a young man?"
Zhou Yandao shook his head and chuckled, but his eyes froze slightly when they fell on Meng Yuan.
"Yuan'er, why don't you introduce these friends of yours to Master?"
"Why?"
Meng Yuan looked sad and looked directly at Zhou Yandao.
"Why? Since you came with him, you must have met that woman, right?"
Zhou Yandao shook his head and chuckled, a pair of golden eyes filled with divine light, like a whirlpool, metamorphosing the two worlds.
"If it weren't for me, you would have been killed by her. This demon clan... is hard-wired, vicious, and stupid-minded after all. Even if they were loyal in love, they will forget their true intentions once they are bewitched by others. You
Say...should this monster be killed?"
"how about you?"
Meng Yuan gritted her teeth, yes, Bai Zhirou said that her daughter had died in infancy.
And since he is still alive, he was probably saved by Zhou Yandao.
But, the devil is still a devil after all.
Just like Ling Xiao, even though he has a righteous mind, his methods are still cruel and outrageous!
"I?"
Zhou Yandao pushed horizontally with one hand, suppressing all the coldness outside Ye Qingchan's body. Suddenly, a black light burst out from the other palm, covering up the clouds.
Faintly, there seemed to be a vague shadow emerging from above his head.
Seeing this scene, Ling Xiao frowned slightly and suddenly had an illusion in his heart.
Although this demonic shadow is illusory and ethereal, its aura is somewhat similar to that of my own demon body.
Moreover, most of the principles in this god's body were also plundered.
From this point of view, does it mean that as long as you fuse a demon bone, you can still get the inheritance of the demon even if you are not the reincarnation of the demon?
Suddenly, a chill seemed to spread in Ling Xiao's heart.
If he had set his destiny, he might not have thought too much about it.
After all, with luck on your side and the protection of heaven, all conspiracies will be easily solved.
The demon fell, was reborn, and finally reached the top of the sky step by step, killed gods and immortals, and became the master of heaven and earth.
This is the plot of Destiny's Child.
But unfortunately, he is a villain, has no luck, and is destined to become a stepping stone.
Therefore, from the beginning, Ling Xiao regarded himself as a chess piece, placed in the game.
As a result, along the way, he never trusted anyone, and he was careful and calculating every step of the way.
Even if what he was worried about didn't happen in the end, there would be no loss for him.
Now that he saw Zhou Yandao carrying the power of the demon with his own eyes, Ling Xiao became even more convinced that all these coincidences did not seem simple.
"Yuan'er, what is the difference between gods and demons? Only by standing on the top of the sky and controlling the order of the world can we protect what we want in our hearts. Just like you, if it was me who defeated you back then, you would be the heir of the demon that everyone despises. But now
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Zhou Yandao smiled indifferently and turned to look at Ye Qingchan, "Now, I am the Lord of God, respected by all spirits, and you are the Saint of the Holy Religion, the descendant of God. Even if you are a demon, the world will still respect you and fear you."
"What's the point of this kind of awe?"
Meng Yuan's face was sad, but she suddenly felt a little upset in her heart.
"What's the point? Some things have been destined since you were born. If you don't want to leave your life in the hands of others, then you should strive to be the god who controls other people's lives! In this world, God is the only one who is sinless and faultless."
After finishing his words, Zhou Yandao suddenly turned his attention to Ling Xiao, and for the first time a trace of doubt appeared on his face.
At this time, he didn't feel anything unique about Ling Xiao, except that he had an outstanding immortal appearance and a flourishing Taoist charm, which seemed to coincide with the way of heaven.
But he had seen too many such amazing talents over the years, but he had never been able to escape his control and walk up to him so arrogantly.
Killing God!
How can these two words carry the power of heaven that a mere mortal can bear?
In other words, Ling Xiao's ability to reach this point is already a success for the beings in the Holy State.
What's more, at this time, Zhou Yandao could clearly feel that the Holy Religion had no life left.
Obviously, they should have all died in the hands of this young man.
"Who are you anyway?"
"Zhou Yandao, you rebelled against the common people and used your spiritual life to practice. If you act like this, you will be destroyed by heaven and earth."
Ling Xiao's tone was indifferent, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to take action.
The villain dies because he talks too much because he has no plan or calculation.
Sometimes, when you can achieve your goals more easily by talking more, why not do it.
"Destroyed by heaven and earth? Just you? Or do you really think that under the shackles of heaven, three ninth-grade god emperors can compete with me?"
Zhou Yandao shook his head gently. Wherever his eyes went, the void shattered and the heavenly charm disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, Zi Yan, Xiong Huan and Taoist Taixuan walked out of nothingness, their faces extremely gloomy.
It was obvious that facing the Divine Lord, the only respectable person in the Holy State, even if they had set foot on the top of the sky, they felt endless pressure.