"Are you sure that Long Aotian's nine-turn semi-saint slave is the Thunder Spirit King?"
Zhan Tianxing asked, staring at Tang Yao and Lu Hun below, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyes.
In the Shenxiao Valley, Zhan Tianxing and King Lei Ling had a big battle because of Ling Xiao. At that time, Ling Xiao was still aliased as Hu Qing, a disciple of Lei Palace, but in the end, he wanted to make a profit.
After releasing King Thunder Spirit, Zhan Tianxing was seriously injured and retreated, forcing him to escape from Shenxiao Palace.
After Zhan Tianxing returned to the Temple of War, after verification, he found that there was no such person as Hu Qing in the Lei Temple. That Hu Qing was probably Long Aotian. At this moment, Long Aotian had another ninth-turn semi-saint slave under his command.
It was completely confirmed that Hu Qing was Long Aotian.
Having suffered such a big loss at the hands of Long Aotian, even King Lei Ling has now become Long Aotian's slave. The inheritance of Saint Shenxiao may have also fallen into the hands of Long Aotian. Zhan Tianxing is facing Lingxiao.
I also hate it to the extreme.
"Senior Brother Zhan, that nine-turn semi-saint slave is indeed the Thunder Spirit King, and he also used Shenxiao's World-Destroying Thunder Dao. He personally said that it was the inheritance of Shenxiao Saint! I didn't expect that this Long Aotian is really big.
By chance, even the God of War came forward to protect him!"
Tang Yao's face was extremely ugly and she said unwillingly.
"You are thinking wrong! The Lord God of War is not protecting him, he just doesn't want to enforce the law, and there is a conflict between the Thunder Palace and the War Palace! This Long Aotian really deserves to die!"
Zhan Tianxing said indifferently.
"Young Master Zhan, Long Aotian deserves death for his crime. He has condensed the Immortal Tribulation Seed, and he must be trying to compete with you for control of Fantian Seal. Don't be careless!" Lu Hun also said quickly.
"The Fantian Seal is mine, and no one can take it away! Let him live for another month. In one month, I will take charge of the Fantian Seal and become the master of the war hall. By then, Long Aotian will die!"
Zhan Tianxing said coldly, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyes.
The Nine-turn Half-Saint Thunder Spirit King is strong, but if he can control Fantian Seal, the Thunder Spirit King can only be destroyed with a single palm. And as the master of the war palace, he will not be able to deal with a small Long Aotian at that time.
, naturally it is also extremely easy.
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The Jiuzhong Emperor's Palace, under a chaotic and mist-filled mountain peak, has waterfalls, flowing springs, and exotic flowers and plants, just like a fairyland.
A middle-aged man in purple robe stood respectfully in front of the waterfall.
"Ancestor, I have found out that the murderer of Huang Wuji was a disciple of the War Temple! It should be Zhan Tianxing from the Lei Temple. Huang Wuji died in the Divine Sky Valley, and the aura left behind before his death,
It proves that the one who fought with him was Zhan Tianxing!
And there is an even stranger thing. The Red Lotus Valley of the Demon Clan was taken over by someone, and the person who took action claimed to be Huang Wuji, but he only had the cultivation level of the God King, and he also had a nine-turn semi-saint subordinate.
, that’s why the demon clan is madly retaliating against my Nine-layer Emperor Palace! But that Zhan Tianxing is clearly a sixth-level semi-saint, so this matter is quite strange, and I can’t think clearly!”
The middle-aged man in purple robe said slowly.
"Zhan Tianxing? The person who calls himself Huang Wuji? Can you identify the person who calls himself Huang Wuji?"
From the waterfall, a cold and old voice came out.
"Don't worry, ancestor. This time, the Emperor personally took action. Not only did he destroy the clone of the ghost demon saint, but he also captured alive a nine-turn semi-saint strong ghost demon clan. The emperor has handed it over to me.
Let’s deal with it. The name of this ninth-level half-saint from the demon clan is Gui Li. He has fought against the man who calls himself Huang Wuji, so he will definitely be able to identify him!"
The middle-aged man in purple robe said confidently.
"Very good! In one month, I will leave seclusion and visit the Temple of War. Whoever killed Huang Wuji, let him pay for it with his life!"
That old voice was extremely ethereal, but it contained a blazing murderous intent.
"yes!"
The middle-aged man in purple robe felt his heart tremble, and he quickly lowered his head and said.
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In the belly of Zhan Mountain, Ling Xiao had been sitting cross-legged for nine days and nine nights.
In his sea of consciousness, the inheritance mark of the Fantian Seal contained the overwhelming divine power of the Fantian Seal. Ling Xiao could even feel an aura far beyond the holy path from it, as if he was a saint.
It can be easily torn into pieces in front of that wisp of breath.
"Is this... the power of the Supreme Emperor?"
Ling Xiao slowly opened his eyes, with a trace of extreme shock in his eyes.
The saint has mastered the origin of the Great Dao, follows his words, and has the power to destroy the heaven and the earth at every turn. The only one who can easily tear the saint into pieces is the legendary Supreme Dao Emperor. That is the power of the Great Emperor!
Although the Legend of Fantian Seal is an imitation of the Zhantian Seal, it incorporates a ray of the ultimate imperial power of the Zhantian Seal, giving it all kinds of mysterious and unpredictable powers.
Moreover, after Ling Xiao obtained the inheritance mark of the Fantian Seal, he discovered that there was some strange connection between the Fantian Seal and the eternal holy law, which could repeatedly swallow endless tribulation energy, which was extremely terrifying.
No wonder Liu Wenzheng told Ling Xiao that only after condensing the Immortal Tribulation Seed can he have greater confidence in communicating and controlling Fantian Seal.
Because the Fan Tian Seal seems to contain the origin of the tribulation energy, Ling Xiao's Immortal Tribulation Seed can feel the power of that origin, and can communicate with the Heaven-turning Seal using the Immortal Tribulation Seed as a medium.
However, the current Fantian Seal is swallowing up the energy of the world and forming a vast energy storm. Ling Xiao cannot get close to the Fantian Seal. He can only rely on this mark to sense a trace of the Fantian Seal's power.
"It seems that you have refined the inheritance mark of Fantianyin. Are you sure?"
Liu Wenzheng had been protecting Ling Xiao. When he saw Ling Xiao waking up, he couldn't help but smile.
"Senior brother, don't worry, I'm sure!"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly, with a blazing edge in his eyes. He looked at the sacred mountain in the endless sea in the distance, which was the body of Fan Tianyin. Now the energy storm around him has become much weaker, and he can faintly see Fan Tianyin.
The whole picture of Tianyin.
It was a huge black ancient seal, emitting eternal light, rising and falling in the endless storm of divine light, and the void in all directions was trembling violently.
"Hahaha... very good! Let's go!"
Liu Wenzheng said with a hearty smile, his eyes full of expectation.
He has been waiting for this day for a million years.
Although the War Palace today is weak, as long as Fan Tianyin is there, the War Palace will never die. And as long as Ling Xiao can take charge of Fan Tianyin and become the master of the War Palace, it is conceivable that the War Palace can regain its former glory.
A matter of time.
Ling Xiao and Liu Wenzheng left the mountainside of Zhan Mountain, and the Zhan Palace was sealed again. Once the energy storm around the Fantian Seal completely subsided, they could choose to communicate with the Fantian Seal and try to control the Fantian Seal.