Looking at Ling Zongxian who was crazy at this moment, King Ming also noticed something wrong and frowned:

"I know you are definitely not that simple, so why not start directly and let me see how attractive the essence and blood of Emperor Yin is to Demon Zen."

Hearing the words of King Ming, Ling Zongxian slowly closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying something, and said, "The taste is really good, but your essence and blood seem to attract me more..."

The evil eyes stared at King Ming. Ling Zongxian's aura suddenly rose, and then he put a jade bottle into his mouth.

The bottle put in his mouth was bitten to pieces, and the powerful aura exploded directly around him, and ripples seemed to directly shake the space. Ling Zongxian's aura gradually rose, and his rampant laughter gradually echoed throughout the smoke city.

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An infinite terrifying aura of the fourth grade suddenly burst out, and even the Ming King couldn't help frowning. He looked at Ling Zongxian, who was in a state of madness at this time, and frowned and said, "I didn't expect you to be able to invest so much, this

Drops of essence and blood are afraid that they can make you weak for a long time, right?"

When the words came to his mouth, Ming Wang was silent.

If it were normal, this drop of essence and blood really required Emperor Yin to recover for a long time, and at least decades, this is the importance of essence and blood.

But now Emperor Yin brought 100,000 imperial guards, and this was for the massacre of the city, which was enough to show Emperor Yin's determination.

This battle is destined to be extremely difficult. If Ling Zongxian cannot be left here, Ming Wang knew that the subsequent matters might be difficult, but there was no chance.

"Do you know?" A smile appeared on King Ming's face. Looking at the blood mist gradually rising in the city, he said with a grim smile: "I know all your layouts very clearly. The only surprise is Buddhism. Even if you come here today, you are here.

, which was as expected by me."

He ignored the smile on Ling Zongxian's face at all, and the Ming Wang said to himself: "How much strength can you use from my drop of essence and blood, plus the half-life essence and blood of Eunuch Yuan?"

The space behind him suddenly exploded, and a huge demonic nature exploded directly behind the Ming King. He looked at Ling Zongxian coldly and sneered:

"I was born in the Smoke City, so I can't be the intoxicating person in the Smoke City, so I'll bring disaster to the east and take what I need!"

The aura on his body had completely crushed Ling Zongxian, and even faintly touched the existence of the fourth-grade Yang God.

He raised one hand and the Ming King grabbed the void. The hand of nothingness that had been huge and dry, was directly snatching Ling Zongxian, as if he wanted to completely kill him.

The dark golden roulette behind Ling Zongxian turned slightly, and a demon cen's master appeared between the black flames. He clasped his hands together, and the dark-skinned demon cen shouted softly.

"Amitabha! Put down the butcher's knife..."

The huge empty palm stagnated directly in the space, as if it had suffered some powerful resistance. After a slight pause, the space directly shattered in the eyes, without giving Ming Wang any chance to react.

"Buddhist precepts?"

With a scream, King Ming looked at Mo Chan in disbelief.

He was obviously a demon Zen, but he was able to master Buddhist precepts proficiently, which surprised him.

But thinking about it, the Zen masters in Buddhism are nothing more than the power of the state of mind and the powerful spiritual power, which is similar to the soul of a monk, and they are at the same destination.

The brows raised slightly, and the Ming King closed his eyes, as if he was beginning to wait patiently for something. The huge eyeball behind him turned again, and the dark golden pupils trembled little by little. An aura like the one behind the demon Zen was directly replicated in the light golden color.

in the pupils.

This pupil was like a mirror, directly copying the halo in the pupil. As the pupil rotated again, an exact halo appeared behind Ming Wang.

The two halos can be said to be exactly the same, and even the halo behind Ming Wang is slightly stronger. Ling Zongxian did not have much surprise to this ability to copy directly, and seemed to have thought of it early in the morning.

He picked the corners of his mouth slightly, and Ling Zongxian's aura gradually became weaker, and then he sneered: "You copied it very well, but... are you sure what I showed is the strongest combat power?"

The aura of the two men is scattered

As the space around seemed to be unable to withstand such a force began to gradually disintegrate, but the aura on the two of them did not have the slightest need to stop.

Yancheng, the sword-holding sect!

Elder Wang, who was standing at the top, felt the breath outside the city and changed his face drastically, and he frowned and said, "The auras of these two people are almost approaching the fourth grade."

Elder Wang had never sensed such a terrifying aura. Even when Eunuch Yuan arrived, King Ming did not erupt such terrifying pressure.

Wen Liangxin looked at the battle outside the city and felt mixed feelings: "Elder Wang, what should I do now?"

At this time, the only backbone of the Zhijian Sect was Elder Wang. They just received the order from the Ming King not to walk down the mountain gate of the Zhijian Sect and watch all this happen quietly.

But seeing the 100,000 imperial guards slaughtering the city in the city, their sword sect just huddled on the top of the mountain, Wen Liangxin couldn't get over it.

His name is Wen Liangxin, not conscience. He was already in a state of anxiety at this time and didn't know what to do.

But when I looked at Elder Wang again, the other party obviously didn't know anything. Just watching it, Wen Liangxin was really uncomfortable, and his anger couldn't help but surge in his heart.

Turning his head to look at Wen Liangxin, Elder Wang shook his head for five years and said, "Do you think the Sword-Zhi Jian Sect can defeat it?"

"How many people can you face when you are in the ten-stage Nascent Soul Realm when you go down the mountain?"

"Hundreds of masters in the Golden Pill Realm, how many people do you think you can kill?"

After hearing Elder Wang's words, Wen Liangxin was even more angry and didn't understand: "There are many of our disciples' families in the city, and those families..."

"The people involved have all been transferred. I guess they are also quietly watching the massacre below at this time." Elder Wang looked at the battle below silently and could only shake his head helplessly. They really had no choice.

If Ji Zongyun was in the Sword-Sword Sect, such a thing would not have happened at all. Ji Zongyun might have to raise his hand to kill these 100,000 people.

But at this time... they had no choice. This gap in strength really made people feel powerless and helpless.

The 100,000 imperial guards in the city quickly swept the battlefield. Their eyes looked in the direction of the Zhijian Sect. No one spoke, and the thing that everyone was most worried about was that it did not happen.
Chapter completed!