Eight hundred and thirtieth seven chapters ranked people
"The Palm of Heaven's Sorrow."
Bang!
Chen Ling flew out upside down.
His face was pale and miserable.
The two of them fought, and from beginning to end they were in the form of a sky-swallowing beast.
Humanoid combat is more convenient.
"Do we still need to fight?" Huang Qianqiu looked down at Chen Ling sarcastically.
Seeing Chen Ling vomiting blood and falling to the ground, he felt particularly comfortable.
"Chen Ling is going to lose."
"This battle is really difficult."
"Yeah, it's just like watching a play."
Everyone smiled bitterly.
Chen Ling stood up slowly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked deeply at Huang Qianqiu: "I didn't expect you to have such a secret skill."
"I didn't expect you to have that kind of weird power. Otherwise, this battle should have been over long ago." Huang Qianqiu smiled grimly: "Admit defeat."
"The secret technique should also have a time limit," Chen Ling said.
Huang Qianqiu's eyes narrowed.
Xiaoyao Transformation is a powerful secret technique within the clan, which consumes a large amount of blood essence and blood to forcibly increase huge power in an instant.
But it only lasts about a quarter of an hour.
Chen Ling smiled.
"There is a time limit, but it is enough to make you lose the power to resist." Huang Qianqiu's face was gloomy, and a bit of coldness surged out of his eyes.
boom!
A surge of demonic power shook the world.
Chen Ling suddenly grabbed the Heavenly Demon Monument, exerted his will to the limit, and merged with the spirit of the Heavenly Demon Monument.
Boom!
The Heavenly Demon Monument skyrocketed and became hundreds of feet tall. Chen Ling's eyes widened as he raised the Heavenly Demon Monument and slammed it down towards Huang Qianqiu.
"What is this?"
Huang Qianqiu was shocked and pale.
The aura on the Demon Monument is too terrifying.
He gave up the attack and stepped back.
"Suppression."
The greatest power of the Demon Monument is suppression.
Chen Ling tried his best to activate the Demon Monument.
The black monument is shining with dense milky white light patterns, which looks particularly weird.
At this moment, the stele pattern bloomed, and the terrifying power of restraint and suppression erupted, directly covering Huang Qianqiu.
The latter's hiding figure suddenly froze.
"How is that possible?"
Huang Qianqiu shouted.
The demon monument was smashed down.
Can't hide.
As soon as he gritted his teeth, Huang Qianqiu roared loudly, and with a golden light, he transformed into a giant sky-devouring beast.
He wrapped his arms with majestic force and grabbed madly at the Demon Monument.
Boom!
The giant beast was severely knocked away.
Chen Ling raised the Heavenly Demon Monument, and before Huang Qianqiu could react, he smashed it down again.
Bang!
Bang!
Thunderous explosions occurred one after another, and everyone was stunned.
He stared blankly at Chen Ling as if he were a monster, holding up the huge demon monument of several hundred feet and smashing it against Huang Qianqiu.
Huang Qianqiu had no power to resist, and was in a terrible state after being hit. His skin and flesh were torn all over, his scales were flying, and he let out a shrill scream.
The Heavenly Saint King had deep shock in his eyes.
That's the Demon Monument.
He can actually control the Heavenly Demon Monument?
Not only the Heavenly Saint King, but also many Saint Kings were filled with shock in their hearts.
The Heavenly Demon Monument is an ancient treasure passed down from generation to generation, and it is also the most precious treasure of the devil.
Don't talk about others, even if they want to control it, they can only use it superficially, and it takes a lot of effort.
"I, I admit defeat."
The Demon Monument suddenly stopped in front of Huang Qianqiu's head.
The majestic magical power made Huang Qianqiu tremble all over.
His eyes were full of fear.
In the crowd, everyone felt pain in their necks and chills on their backs.
"Human-shaped ferocious beasts are more terrifying than ferocious beasts."
"What kind of ancient treasure is that? It's so terrifying."
"I'm convinced."
…
Chen Ling put away the Heavenly Demon Monument and collapsed to the ground with collapse.
It is too difficult to control the Demon Monument.
All his strength was used up, and his willpower was almost dry.
But he won.
Huang Qianqiu turned into a human form, covered in blood and flesh, lying on the ground shaking.
Looking at Chen Ling from the corner of his eye, he swallowed hard and the scene just now appeared in his mind involuntarily.
The scene where Chen Ling was like a demonic beast, holding up a towering demonic monument and smashing it wildly, was deeply imprinted in his heart.
"Chen Ling."
Huang Qianqiu clenched his fists and closed his eyes in pain.
Lost, actually lost in the end.
The Heavenly Saint King waved his sleeves.
Two rays of holy light fell into Huang Qianqiu and Chen Ling.
"hiss……"
Shrouded in holy light, Chen Ling groaned in comfort, and his tired and weak body recovered rapidly.
About tens of breaths.
Huang Qianqiu and Chen Ling stood up one after another.
The surface injuries on both of them have recovered like this, and although their strength has returned to the same level as before, it has only recovered more than half.
"In this battle, Chen Ling wins."
"Is there anything else you want to challenge now?"
The Heavenly Saint King swept towards everyone.
Everyone looked at each other.
Huang Jue only felt that his tooth hurt. At first, he had some thoughts, but now, he might as well forget it.
For a long time, no one challenged.
"Since there is no one to challenge, then the position of the Holy Son will be established."
"Clan leader, wait."
Chen Ling suddenly spoke.
The Heavenly Saint King raised his eyebrows, looked at Chen Ling and said, "What's the matter?"
"Clan leader, I want to be a holy son." Chen Ling took a deep breath and said.
The crowd was in an uproar.
This is the first time I heard of it.
The Heavenly Saint King also frowned.
"Clan leader, although I have joined the clan, I am still an outsider after all. The Holy Son of Heaven is the heir to the clan leader, and it is not appropriate for me to be the heir. I have no idea in this regard. The Holy Son of Man is enough." Chen Ling bowed.
The Holy King of Heaven pondered for a moment and said: "Okay, since you proposed it, then you will be the Holy Son of man, Huang Qianqiu will be the Holy Son of Heaven, and Huang Jue will be the Holy Son of Earth."
Huang Qianqiu and Huang Jue looked at Chen Ling with complicated expressions.
The Holy Son of Heaven is the Holy Son with the highest status, so they never expected that Chen Ling would give up on his own initiative.
"The successor to the Holy Son, you and the other three represent the fate and face of our clan. Anyone who dares to bully our clan should be punished. Don't lose the face of our clan."
The Heavenly Saint King drank coldly.
"Yes, patriarch."
The three of them bowed and saluted.
The Heavenly Saint King raised his hand.
Three sets of majestic armors were suspended in front of the three people.
Seeing these three sets of armors, Chen Ling and the others' pupils shrank.
The armor is entirely golden, with golden patterns printed on it, exuding an extremely primitive atmosphere.
Facing the armor is like facing an endless and continuous ancient storm.
"These three sets of armor are the Heavenly King Armor, the Earth King Armor, and the Human King Armor. They belong to the Holy Son, and they are all top-notch ancient treasures, comparable to ordinary inherited ancient treasures."
"After you shed blood to recognize your master, you can change it at will. It is an ancient defensive treasure. With your current cultivation level, if you activate it with all your strength, you can attack like a holy king."
hiss!
Countless tribesmen are envious.
Chen Ling and the others stared at the armor in front of them.
The armor looks the same, but the patterns on the waist form one word.
Heaven, earth, people.
represents their identity.
"Spill your blood and recognize your master."
The royal way of heaven.
The three of them nodded, then took off their armor and shed blood to identify their master.
For about a quarter of an hour, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the three of them refined three sets of armor.
With a thought in his mind, Chen Ling put on the armor.
After refining, he realized that although the three sets of armor were different, their power was the same and their defense was amazing.
Moreover, it can also hide the realm of cultivation. Unless it is the top holy king, ordinary holy kings cannot see through it.
As soon as he thought, the armor turned into a set of black clothes.
The traces of black clothes flowed, filled with ancient atmosphere, and his whole temperament changed instantly.
On his waist, several lines of lines form a simple, pocket-sized "human" character. (To be continued)