Eighteen middle-aged and elderly people gathered together.
All are saint level.
On a throne, a white-haired old man sat upright, with an invisible and majestic aura.
The turtle that led Chen Ling in has now transformed into an old man carrying a turtle shell, standing respectfully in the hall.
"Clan leader, Chen Ling is already here."
The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes and spoke in a thick voice: "I already knew when he came here that this son has killed many talented people in our clan. Although I plan to wipe out the grudge this time, I can't let this son take it easy."
A chill flashed across the old man's eyes.
The old man in the turtle shell was slightly startled.
"Patriarch, I have already made arrangements." A middle-aged saint grinned, and a look of ferocity flashed across his face.
"Clan leader, I think it's enough to make things a little difficult. Isn't it inappropriate to go too far?" The elder who once had a relationship with Chen Ling frowned and asked.
"There is an East Temple behind this son, and he even has some relationship with the Qingluan Ancient Clan."
He couldn't help but remind.
"snort."
The white-haired old man snorted coldly, glanced at the great elder with an unkind expression and said coldly: "What about the ancient Qingluan clan of the East Temple?"
"Even if our clan is in decline, we are not a soft persimmon that everyone can rub against. If we kill many of our clan's most talented people, will this be settled?"
"Great Elder, when did you become so timid?"
The great elder sighed in his heart.
The patriarch's character would have been absolutely excellent when the Sky Whale Ancient Clan was strong, but now, the Sky Whale Ancient Clan can't even match the strength of the Purple Star Empire and Tongtian Sect, so why are they so tough?
The great elder could only be helpless.
Perhaps he will regret it after he suffers a big loss.
Among the many saints in the temple, some had cold expressions on their faces, while others frowned slightly, with different thoughts, but no one spoke.
"Let's wait for now and let that kid suffer a little. Let's talk about the whale-swallowing technique later."
The cold voice of the white-haired old man echoed in the hall.
"Yes, patriarch."
The middle-aged saint who spoke before replied respectfully.
…
On the island, Chen Ling has been walking for nearly a quarter of an hour.
There was no one on the road anymore, he was the only one walking around.
What surprised him was that the group of people around him remained motionless.
what the hell?
Now even he couldn't figure out what the other party was going to do.
call out!
A figure suddenly came from the end of the road like lightning.
Chen Ling paused, frowned, and looked wary.
"Wu Zun is perfect."
Sensing the cultivation level of the visitor, Chen Ling's pupils narrowed slightly and he stared at the other person motionlessly.
The opponent was extremely fast and arrived in front of Chen Ling in the blink of an eye.
This is a young man.
Chen Ling saw the panic on the other person's face. After seeing him, he paused slightly, and then rushed over without slowing down.
Chen Ling's figure remained motionless, but the power within his body was already surging.
"Go quickly."
The young man rushed to Chen Ling, lowered his head and suddenly whispered.
"Let's go quickly?"
Chen Ling looked confused.
What the hell?
Whoosh!
After the young man finished speaking, he walked away from him and quickly disappeared without a trace.
Chen Ling suddenly lowered his head and looked to his side with a look of shock on his face.
An ancient booklet was tucked under his arm at some point.
"It's that guy."
Chen Ling's expression changed.
He didn't even notice it at all.
hiss!
Taking a breath of cold air, Chen Ling looked back and saw the figure of the other party.
He suddenly had a bad feeling and quickly picked up the booklet.
"Nine Transformations of Tianxuan."
There are four simple characters printed on the booklet, exuding an unparalleled power.
Those four big characters made Chen Ling's heart tremble.
From these four words, he felt an extremely vague and obscure holy meaning.
The Nine Transformations of Tianxuan, this is a holy will.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The air waves roared, and figures rushed out from all around, surrounding Chen Ling.
There are nearly thirty people, among whom nearly ten are at the peak level of Martial Lord, and the others are all Martial Lord Perfect and high-level Martial Lord.
Chen Ling raised his head and stared at everyone.
A group of people had unkind expressions on their faces, their eyes were cold and gleaming, and some even had faces filled with anger and murderous intent.
"Chen Ling, our clan sincerely invites you to come, but I didn't expect that you would have evil intentions and steal our clan's holy skills."
A middle-aged Martial Master in his peak years, about thirty years old, walked out, stared at Chen Ling coldly and shouted coldly.
An unparalleled chill surged out, covering the streets.
"theft?"
Chen Ling glanced at the holy skills in his hand, his face darkened, and then he sneered: "What a good trick. Could it be that the holy skills of the ancient Tianjing Clan fell from the sky to the street like this?"
"Humph, you don't need to worry about this."
"The witnesses and physical evidence are all there, how else do you want to explain it?"
"Witness?"
Chen Ling was slightly startled.
"That's him. I just lent this holy skill and was about to go back to practice. When this guy saw me, he took the holy skill away."
A young man walked out of the crowd, his face was pale, there was a palm print on his chest, stained with blood, and he looked extremely miserable.
"This is the witness..."
Chen Ling took a deep breath and his face became extremely ugly.
He finally admitted that the Ancient Sky Whale Clan was truly shameless and terrifying.
He thought that the other party was shameless, but he didn't expect that he could be so shameless.
Chen Ling's expression changed as he looked at the warriors in front of him.
The other party obviously didn't intend to give him a chance to explain, and it was useless for him to explain.
This is a trap set by the other party.
Now that the holy skill is in his hands, this is the opponent's home base, and even if he has a hundred people, it would be difficult for him to tell him apart.
"The witnesses and physical evidence are all there, so what are you going to do?" Chen Ling narrowed his eyes and suddenly calmed down.
"Hey, don't worry, we won't kill you."
The leader, the middle-aged peak warrior, smiled sinisterly, and then said ferociously: "I can't kill you after killing so many talented people in our clan, but I can still teach you a lesson now."
"This is the land of our clan. Even if you are from the East Temple, what can you do?"
"Are you planning to fight in a group?" Chen Ling's eyes narrowed and his voice became colder.
More than a dozen Martial Lords have reached their peak, and more than 20 Martial Lords have reached high levels.
If there was a group fight, he would really have to think about how to escape.
"A group fight? I'm going to fight you in a group. You think too highly of yourself." The middle-aged man laughed wildly.
"Monsoon."
He shouted loudly.
A young Wu Zun walked out.
"Chen Ling, I heard that Ji Xiaotian died in your hands. I have long wanted to see what you have in store for you."
Monsoon's eyes were full of chills, and he revealed a monstrous force, as if the body was overturned, turning into an invisible storm, raging crazily.
Everyone quickly retreated.
"Ji Feng is at the peak of martial arts. One person is enough to deal with this kid. Your Excellency, you asked so many of us to take action. Isn't it a bit overkill?"
A young man with a high level of martial arts looked at Chen Ling and said with disdain.
"To avoid future troubles, this is a good thing anyway. It's a pity that we can't kill this kid." One person said coldly.
"You are no match for me." Chen Ling looked at Ji Feng expressionlessly.
The ferocious smile on Ji Feng's face froze, and then anger surged.
"Ultimately arrogant."
boom!
He took one step forward, and his unparalleled will poured out. His big hand was filled with extremely terrifying power, like a giant dragon, blasting away at Chen Ling as fast as lightning. (To be continued)