Follow Ling Qianhu and kill all the way up.

Ji Que could feel the decline of the entire Heavenly Palace.

If they had made a desperate move before setting off, there would be no chance of winning. After all, this would be considered an act of defiance.

But once they got here, they gained some confidence.

These later gods were not invincible, and the entire Heavenly Palace was more deserted and decadent than they imagined.

If compared with the cities in the mortal world, this huge heavenly palace can be said to be an empty city.

At first, some weird gods came to resist, but when they encountered Ling Qianhu, a ruthless character who raised his sword and dropped it with one strike, they all fled.

Some of these gods have hearts hanging around their necks like peaches, and some have dozens of legs. It would be an exaggeration to call them deformed monsters.

Of course, there are also some that are extraordinarily handsome and majestic in appearance, and when they drive, they are no different from the gods enshrined in temples.

In the same way, such a powerful god gave Ji Que and the others a terrible blow.

For example, this god, who had just been beheaded by Ling Qianhu in a bloody bath, used a minute sword to kill half of the warriors with the power of the water sign.

Later, there were fewer and fewer people who could follow in Ling Qianhu's footsteps, and Ji Que was considered the most stable one.

Ahead, at the highest point of this Tiangong complex, the most majestic palace stands there.

The huge bright yellow curtain floated in the clouds and mist, making a snapping sound.

Ling Qianhu's steps have always been steady, neither fast nor slow, and every step he takes seems to have been measured by a ruler.

At this time, he had already entered the palace first.

Ji Que followed closely behind.

The first time he walked into this magnificent palace, Ji Que felt empty.

Yes, the entire palace is empty, and there are many hollow spaces on the ground. It feels like a serious palace has been deliberately transformed into a monk's cave.

The yellow curtains are still fluttering, and the entire huge palace still gives people a sense of majesty.

This sense of majesty and oppression is far beyond what a human palace can compare to.

If in the human world, people are frightened when entering the palace and instinctively kneel down to worship the emperor, then here, it seems that the air is worthy of making you kneel down.

The broad hall is extremely deep. Occasionally, the trunks of ancestral trees penetrate the roof of the hall and hang down, emitting a dim yellow light.

Ji Que and Ling Qianhu walked among them, and it really felt like they were walking on the Golden Palace to see the emperor.

Suddenly, Ling Qianhu stopped.

At the end of the golden stairs, a yellow curtain fluttered, revealing a tall figure.

That figure was sitting there, like an emperor.

He was wearing a blue robe and a miter. He didn't look old and his skin was smooth.

If he were shrunk ten times, he would not be much different from a Taoist in an ordinary Taoist temple.

But at this moment, both Ling Qianhu and Ji Que felt tremendous pressure.

This is the highest point of the Heavenly Palace, and in a sense, it also represents the highest point of the heaven and earth.

He sat there unhurriedly, as if he regarded Ji Que and Ling Qianhu as nothing.

At this time, Ling Qianhu picked up a long sword, which was still stained with the blood of the gods.

Clang clang clang!

The long sword struck the ground, making the sound of gold and stone clashing.

The person sitting on top finally lowered his head slightly and looked over. His smooth face was still expressionless and said, "After so many years, someone finally came up."

"You are Laojun." Ling Qianhu stepped forward and asked.

"I haven't seen such a cowardly person for a long time." Laojun sat there and said calmly.

"You just found a fucking onion and you want us to be treated like dogs?"

"For thousands of years, God has established reincarnation, saved the world, and maintained order in the world. God's grace is so great. Now I just want to occupy a little bit of your land and a little bit of human life. Don't you want to do it?"

When Laojun spoke, his voice was like muffled thunder, echoing throughout the palace.

Ling Qianhu kept walking and said, "How much is your land and life?"

Laojun stood up and said: "Half the country has half a city, half a dozen people are many? Compared with this mighty grace, this is nothing!"

"For just this little request, you monsters dare to come here. It's so audacious!"

At this time, Laojun seemed to be in mood.

The surrounding air became more and more solidified, like invisible cement in Ji Que's perception.

Ling Qianhu still walked step by step and said: "Half the country's city, half the hundreds of people, you really have a big face. Why, such a beautiful heavenly palace, such a big doghouse can't contain you?"

Qianhu, who had come to kill the gods, had no respect for this old man.

The most famous old man in the world has probably never encountered such a rude person. He couldn't help but sneered: "If an ant glances at the sky and learns to fly, it is not an ant anymore?"

As a result, before he could finish his words, the long sword behind Ling Qianhu suddenly turned into seven ink lines and slashed towards Laojun's face!

Laojun turned around, turned his back to him, and stood with his hands behind his back.

Buzz!

When the flying sword approached Lao Jun's body, it seemed to encounter an invisible barrier, buzzing and shaking, making it impossible to advance any further.

The air was filled with a huge buzzing sound, as if a mountain was crashing.

But even so, those black swords stained with unknown amounts of blood still couldn't break through the barrier.

At this time, Ling Qianhu jumped up, his seven swords flew back, connected in a line, formed a spear, and thrust out!

With a swish sound, the ink lines connected into a straight line. The sound was extremely powerful, but it was as thin as a hair!

There was a purple flame burning, and a hole was broken through the invisible barrier.

Ling Qianhu's body was like lightning, and he followed through.

At this time, Lao Jun, who was standing with his hands behind his back, finally turned around and flicked his sleeves.

For just a moment, Ling Qianhu's body stopped, and the black armor on his body burned and turned into pieces of ashes.

At the same time, Ling Qianhu's body covered with scars and thorns was revealed.

"How dare you do something wrong with a mere mortal body?"

The spear formed by seven swords then burned and quickly decayed.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But it was so sudden that Ling Qianhu stretched out his hands, and three golden lights flashed out and flew towards Lao Jun's abdomen.

These three golden lights are naturally the human swords he has been cultivating.

The methods used by these three swords are also ordinary and have nothing to do with flying swords. The techniques are more like throwing darts in martial arts.

But just this ordinary splash easily broke through Laojun's protective barrier and penetrated his body.

Suddenly, three blue-purple blood flowers bloomed out, and Lao Jun couldn't help but step back and let out a muffled groan.

The golden sword energy rolled out like a river, threatening to knock Lao Jun into pieces.

As a result, at this time, the ground of the entire palace trembled.

I saw countless maggots and moths gushing out of Laojun's wound.

These maggots and moths were intertwined with the golden light sword energy, and the sword energy suddenly became dim and was led outside.

Immediately afterwards, moths and maggots swarmed out of the hollowed-out parts of the wall and floor.

As soon as Ji Que's sword box hit the ground, the flying swords in the box immediately circled up, spinning around him at high speed like a school of fish.

Tsk tsk tsk!

These maggot moths seemed to be endless, and the plasma they erupted carried such great corrosive power that all the swords became dim.

Ji Que knew that it would be very dangerous if this situation continued, because after the swords could no longer hold up, they were the only ones who were corroded.

Roar!

Ling Qianhu let out a war cry, and the scars on his body suddenly burned like fire.

A fiery red shadow of the god of war, more than five feet tall, hovered and burned the maggots and moths around him.

The burning war spear, held in the hand of the God of War, grew longer and longer.

When Lao Jun saw this, the moths in the entire palace gathered in front of him, and at this time, the burning war spear had been thrown out.

Boom boom boom!

Moths along the way exploded one after another, and Ling Qianhu followed.

The originally empty palace suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire and insects.

At this moment, Ling Qianhu and Laojun finally collided.

The God of War that enveloped him was almost as tall as Lao Jun, and the two sides immediately came to a stalemate, wrestling with each other.
To be continued...