Stepping into the seventh-floor tower, Lin Tianyou suddenly felt a wave of soul power lingering that was completely different from the other towers.
Among them were many super heroic spirits at the level of true gods and true demons, which made Lin Tianyou secretly happy.
"The heroic spirits here all belong to me, how can we let others share them? Well, that prehistoric Taoist, let him come in empty-handed, and then leave empty-handed."
The character of the Ghost-catching Dragon King is such that he cannot let himself suffer any disadvantages. It is already an act of supreme mercy for him to let Daozi Honghuang go to the seventh floor tower to see him. If he still wants to take away the heroic spirits, this is not possible.
After looking around, Lin Tianyou chose a place with good soul power fluctuations, sat cross-legged, and began to feel the heroic spirits with his heart.
Honghuang Daozi came in one step later and saw that the good place was taken away by Lin Tianyou. He had no other choice but to glare bitterly.
He also glanced around and saw that about ten meters away from Lin Tianyou, the aura of the heroic spirit was very strong, so he strode over and sat down cross-legged.
"Hmph, Lin Tianyou, let me let you be proud for a while, and then I will slap you in the face after I sense the king's heroic spirit!"
With a cold snort, Honghuang Daozi took out a small blood gun from his body.
The blood was engraved with extremely strong sealing runes to prevent the blood from coagulating.
"Master said that as long as I drip the blood of the ninth-level Heavenly Lord from my ancestor when I sense the heroic spirit, my advantage will be more obvious. I will definitely receive a powerful king's heroic spirit!"
Making a seal with his hands, Honghuang Daozi touched the lid of the blood gun, and the lid opened with a sound.
A very thick blood flowed out, and he did not dare to delay. He immediately poured the blood into the palm of his hand, spread it evenly, and applied it to his eyebrows and temples.
"Master Patriarch, please bless your disciples to successfully sense the king-type heroic spirits."
Taking a long breath, Honghuang Daozi kowtowed in the direction of Beipai Maoshan.
Originally, Honghuang Daozi wanted to kowtow three times, but suddenly he felt a powerful soul pressure rushing towards him.
The pressure of the soul power is different from other heroic spirits, and it also has an aura of domineering power.
"coming!"
Honghuang Daozi's heart moved, and he quickly sat cross-legged, not daring to show any signs of neglect.
"You're the one who made a wish for a king-type heroic spirit to appear? You're very courageous!"
A majestic voice came from behind, making the latter tremble all over.
"I am the most outstanding genius in the history of Maoshan, the northern sect, Daozi Honghuang. I would like to thank this king for showing up."
After saying something respectfully, Honghuang Daozi turned around and looked at the king's heroic spirit.
He saw a man wearing a Song Dynasty emperor's dragon robe, staring at him closely.
"May I ask which emperor you are? Please tell me."
Honghuang Daozi couldn't tell who the other party was, but the fluctuation of more than 20,000 soul power was undoubtedly the sign of a true god and a true devil.
Coupled with the king's domineering spirit, these 20,000 souls are equivalent to the 30,000 souls of other heroic spirits. It seems that making a wish for a king-type heroic spirit to appear is indeed the right thing to do.
The Emperor of the Song Dynasty was about to speak when several powerful waves of soul power appeared.
"I heard that someone wants to see the heroic spirit of our king? Let me see if he is as powerful as those eight princes."
A fat man wearing the clothes of the Jin Dynasty emperor jumped out and stared at Honghuang Daozi curiously, seeming to be very interested in him.
"And me, I'm here to join in the fun!"
Just as the Fat Emperor's voice fell, another Fat Emperor appeared, but this Fat Emperor's dragon robe was from the Eastern Han Dynasty.
Just after smearing the ancestor's blood on his body, three emperors were attracted, and Daozi Honghuang was so excited that he almost howled loudly.
He really wanted to yell at Lin Tianyou: "You brat, did you see that? This Taoist will just keep quiet and become a blockbuster. The three king-type heroic spirits will completely destroy any of your fierce general-type heroic spirits!"
Taking a deep breath, Honghuang Daozi wanted to understand the identities of these three emperors one by one, and then consider which one to accept.
However, he was just about to speak.
The king of the Song Dynasty suddenly pointed in the direction of Lin Tianyou and shouted: "Wow, look at that young man. He has the aura of an emperor in his body, and his temperament is very consistent with ours. Come over quickly, maybe he is the one we are looking for."
Master!"
"Oh my god, this imperial aura is even more domineering than my father. I must become his heroic spirit!"
The fat man in the dragon robe of the Eastern Han Dynasty exclaimed that he could see his father's aura in Lin Tianyou. No, it was ten thousand times more terrifying than his father's aura!
"Wait for me, I'm going to go too. If I follow him, I will definitely have meat to eat!"
The fat man from the Jin Dynasty seemed to be a little late-minded. Seeing that the two of them had left, he hurriedly chased after them.
He also felt an extremely powerful imperial aura from Lin Tianyou.
He died in the Eight Kings Rebellion back then. He believed that the world was so big that no one could be more powerful than the Eight Kings.
But when he met Lin Tianyou today, he realized that he was wrong.
That young man's aura of kingship could surpass that of the Eight Kings back then by several blocks. He was not on the same level at all!
In a moment, the three king-type heroic spirits beside Honghuang Daozi disappeared.
He seemed to be petrified, sitting there blankly, his expression as ugly as possible.
"What a bastard, what a genius! Hateful! Killable!"
Honghuang Daozi slapped his palm heavily on the ground and roared in an extremely deep voice.
He tried his best to sense the three king-type heroic spirits, but they ran away so easily, and even ran to Lin Tianyou, whom he was most jealous of. He just wanted to kill Lin Tianyou on the spot!
Lin Tianyou held his chin and looked at the three king-type heroic spirits running to him with a look of disgust on his face.
"You three, get out of here as far as you can, I don't want to collect garbage!"
As soon as these words came out, the three kings were stunned, stopped in their tracks, and looked at each other. After finally meeting an exorcist with a 100% compatibility, they would never give up.
"This genius is Zhao Ji, Emperor of the Song Dynasty. My calligraphy is very good. If you can accept me, I will write dozens of calligraphy for you every day for you to appreciate. What do you think?"
The king wearing the dragon robe of the Song Dynasty licked his smile and spoke out his merits, hoping to win Lin Tianyou's favor.
"You know calligraphy? Can your calligraphy be sold for money?"
Lin Tianyou asked curiously.
"Of course it can be sold for money, and it's super valuable. The Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties are nothing like chicken feathers in my eyes!"
Zhao Ji patted his chest and proudly said to Lin Tianyou.
"Really? I don't know if you are telling the truth or a lie. If I had known better, I should have brought a history book here to check whether you were bragging."
Hearing that Zhao Ji's calligraphy can make money made Lin Tianyou, a little money fan, a little excited.