Houtu couldn't stand it anymore. Ling Xiao's growth rate was incredible, just like a cheat.

Even if he went to the mythical battlefield, he still had no impact on him.

In just a short time, the Blood Moon Demon God who can kill the five-turn half-step road. In another tens of thousands of years, what's the point?

I dare not think, I dare not think.

Houtu's eyes were full of terror, and the pride in his heart that had always been, the transcendence of being the second god general, began to slowly disintegrate.

Based on her understanding of Ling Xiao, looking back at the various things that happened in the prehistoric period, this moment is just like that time and that moment.

"Can Ling Xiao really copy the legend of the prehistoric era?"

In a trance, Hou Tu thought about it and thought so.

"No! The real world of origin is different from the prehistoric world, and there is an unshakable power here."

Suddenly, Houtu's eyes returned to calm. As the second god general in the temple, he was barely considered a high-level member of the Xuantian Realm, so he naturally knew something that ordinary people could not know.

She understood better than others how powerful the temple is, how powerful the Xuantian Realm is, let alone the entire origin of the twelve Realms.

It is impossible to reach the power of the Realm Lord. Putting aside the Realm Lord, the realm possessed by those ancestors also transcends the world's understanding.

Originally, Hou Tu thought that she, who mastered the seven powers of transcendence, could be called a strong man on the side, but later she found that this was not the case. She was still a big gap from those old antiques.

Therefore, Ling Xiao still has a long way to go. Now he has killed the god general of the True Demon Palace, and the True Demon Palace will definitely not let him go.

Unless Ling Xiao stays on the battlefield of mythology forever and fails to come out, there will be a fierce reckoning.

Even the mythical battlefield is not a safe place, and the strong men summoned by the ancestor of war have already rushed over. It is hard to say whether they can survive this disaster.

…

At the same time, the first temple in Xuantian Realm, Xuanhuang Palace.

A dreamy woman stood in front of the hall, looking at the distant sky like stars.

She is elegant and luxurious, but also spotless. Her pair of phoenix eyes are majestic but tender as water, and her jade hands, like mutton fat, gently caresses the snow-white beast in her arms.

"Swallow..." The little beast whispered softly, arched in the woman's arms, and fell asleep again.

At this time, a powerful guard quickly came to the woman, fell to the ground, and said respectfully:

"Mr. Lord, I have important things to report to you."

The woman holding the little beast is the head of the twelve temples, and the master of the Xuanhuang Hall of the first temple has supreme power in the Xuantian Realm except the master of the realm.

"Tell me."

The woman stopped her hands and said lightly, her voice a little lazy.

"The god general in the True Demon Palace died on the battlefield of mythology and was killed by a man named Ling Xiao..."

The kneeling subordinates told the news.

As soon as this said, the little beast curled up in the woman's arms suddenly raised its head, and a hint of joy flashed through its round eyes.

The woman felt the abnormal movement in her arms, and her jade hands gently stroked the top of its head.

"Interestingly, killing the temple god general is really bold!

However, it would be great to let those demons suffer some losses, and I have long since lost to them."

The woman suddenly laughed, and her subordinates were shocked and pretended that they didn't hear it.

"Ling Xiao... a creature from the lower realm plane has made such progress in a short period of time. What must be the secret of this person."

The woman calmed down, and the light of wisdom flashed in her eyes. The eyes of the little beast in her arms were also very bright, but she seemed a little excited and eager to try, as if she wanted to leave the woman's arms.

…

The words are divided into two ends.

After a period of travel, Sanqing and his disciples finally arrived at the chaotic ancient city closest to him.

Although Sanqing came here for the first time, fortunately, he did a lot of homework before coming, and studied all the details and details.

After a low-key exploration, they finally arrived at the sky monument outside the city lord's mansion.

The huge celestial monument is like a light gate leading to a different world, standing there majestic and unmoving, eternal and emitting a sense of sacred oppression.

"This is the heavenly monument that records merit. As long as you hook the heavenly monument and burn your own mythical mark, you can enter the battlefield."

I stood in front of people, and the old god explained.

"Let me try!"

The impatient Tongtian immediately took action and tried to touch the sky monument. Soon, a golden mark flew out, and Tongtian caught it and felt it.

"Oh my god, only millions of meritorious deeds have barely reached 100,000?"

"One evil spirit who turns half a step into the road has only made 100,000 achievements? Our three holy religions may not make 100,000 yuan in total."

When the disciples of the Three Saints Sect saw the ranking on the Heavenly Monument, they were shocked to their chin.

One hundred thousand merits are the goal this time.

They couldn't help but be shocked, because their three leaders were only at the Hunyuan Tai Chi level. Together, they probably wouldn't be able to remove a hair from the evil spirit.

After coming to the chaotic forbidden zone, the already low cultivation level seems even more humble.

"Hmph! I'm talking nonsense and saying such despair before I even started. How do I teach you?"

Yuanshi immediately stretched his face and looked at the disciple dissatisfiedly. What he said was too hurting his self-esteem.

What does it mean that even one hair that cannot defeat the evil spirit?

It can't be beaten without adding up!

Once upon a time, how brilliant the three brothers are, but now they have fallen to this point?

Yuanshi, who is very proud of his face, cannot accept it at all.

The scolded disciple replied timidly: "The leader often said that you are reincarnated by gods and men, born extraordinary, and one day you will shine.

Let the great name of the Three Holy Sects resound throughout the realm of origin.”

"That's right, although we have a solid cultivation level now, it won't take long to rise!" Yuan Shi said in a deep voice, with a firm look on his face.

"No need to say so much, familiar with the mythological marks, and ready to go in."

I took my mark and said to everyone with a serious expression.

Then, they honestly studied the mark.

Yuanshi felt his mark and then browsed the rankings inside. Although he had a mark, he had not yet ranked because he had not even killed an evil spirit.

"Sure enough, only the mythical battlefield is where the strong should come."

Looking at the successive succession of merits, Yuanshi's heart was shocked and a sense of pride arose.

"By the way, Ling Xiao is also on the battlefield of mythology. I wonder how many achievements he has made?"

Suddenly, Yuan Shi thought of this. In his opinion, Ling Xiao's merits may have reached a terrifying one million.

So, he began to look for Ling Xiao’s name on the rankings.

From bottom to top, names flowed through your eyes like constant sand.

Soon, Yuanshi saw the position of one million meritorious deeds and did not find Ling Xiao's name.
Chapter completed!