Thinking of this, a ferocious look suddenly appeared on Feng Xuan's face, "Humph, you still want to use the power of the Taoist Qi Tian to fake the power of the tiger!?"
"Let me tell you, even Taoist Qi Tian can't save you today!"
"Ling Tian, please stop pretending to me here. The gold-lettered Taichu Martial Spirit on Ye Gucheng's body was originally the property of my Cangmang disciple Jin Yao. You killed my sect's true disciple in the West Sea. What else can you argue with?"
After Feng Xuan said this, there was a loud uproar at the venue.
It turns out that the Ancient Taichu on Ye Gucheng's body is the property of a true disciple of Cangmangzhan Palace.
And Ling Tian killed a true disciple of Deng Xiantai!?
He also took away someone else's Taichu Martial Spirit and gave it away. This, this was a bit too courageous.
No wonder this vast war palace mobilized so many troops and people, as if they wanted to kill Ling Tian here.
This is a blood feud!
"Haha, I've seen how the master of the palace can spit on people."
"Could it be that if you only allow the true disciples of your sect to kill people, there will be no reason for me, Ling Tian, to fight back!?'
"At that time, on the West Sea, your sect disciple Jin Yao and I had no enmity, but he insisted on killing me. It was just that he was too weak, so I raised my hand to kill him."
"That Taichu Martial Spirit is what I deserve. I can give it to whomever I want!"
"You are confused and talking about the sky, and I, Ling Tian, am responsible for it. I have recorded the images at that time using formations. Lord of the Hall, do you want to take a look!?"
But Ling Tian was already prepared.
"you!"
Feng Xuan was immediately speechless. Of course he knew that Jin Yao wanted to kill Ling Tian, but he didn't expect that Ling Tian had left an image. If it were made public, then he would be passive this time.
"There is no need to be so angry, Lord of the Palace. If you want to attack me, Ling Tian, openly, I, Ling Tian, will not be afraid at all."
"However, today is the day when I, Lingtian, establish my own sect and rebuild the Eastern Region's Dengxian Terrace. Please give me the title of Palace Master to curb the hostility of your Vast War Palace!"
Ling Tian suddenly turned cold. How could he be afraid of the vast war palace?
This posture is simply a scolding of Cang Mang.
In front of so many warriors from the Eastern Region, Ling Tian didn't even give Feng Xuan any face at all.
"presumptuous!"
"You are just a junior, how dare you talk to our Fengxuan Palace Master like this? Who do you think you are!"
"That's right, we still need to rebuild the Eastern Region Dengxian Platform. Do you think you are worthy of it!?"
In an instant, all the palace masters around Feng Xuan were filled with shame and laughter.
"Haha, Ling Tian, I know you are crazy, but are you so crazy? Do you think you can rebuild the Immortal Platform just by talking about it!?"
"I, Cang Mang, once had three ancient Taichu disciples. I have countless disciples and have a rich foundation!"
"You are also a person from Jiuxiao. The juniors behind you dare to establish a sect. You are really not afraid of being wiped out!"
Feng Xuan felt ashamed and angry, and immediately sneered.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
However, what they were waiting for was Ling Tian looking up to the sky and laughing, and the sea of clouds shook.
Ye Gucheng, Qin Shaoyang and others also laughed out loud there, as if they had heard some great joke.
"Ling Tian! What are you laughing at!?"
Feng Xuan was furious.
He brought almost all the masters from Cangmang here, and he didn't come to Haiyue City to be laughed at.
By now, he really couldn't help but take action forcefully. Ling Tian's appearance was really too irritating.
"I laugh at your ignorance!"
"Laughing at your stupidity!"
Ling Tian stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes slightly, his pupils full of ridicule.
"The Taichu Wuhun Tianjiao!?"
"You once had three ancient Taichu martial arts masters, you think that's a lot!?"
Ling Tian's hands behind his back suddenly raised up, setting off a gust of wind that swept through the sky and clouds.
"Then I will show you today that I, Ling Tianyong, am not qualified to establish my own sect!"
"Everyone, before you kill the enemy, show your face first!"
Ling Tian's voice fell, and the doors and windows of the top-level box of Yutian Pavilion behind him were all opened, and figures inside slowly flew down from Yutian Pavilion.
There are as many as six figures!
Five women and one man.
But the appearance of these figures made all the warriors, including Feng Xuan, take a deep breath.
Because, without exception, these figures have the tyrannical Taichu Martial Spirit Xuanguang floating behind them.
Its aura is powerful, its brilliance is dazzling, and its pressure is invincible. It is undoubtedly the beginning of ancient times!
Together with Ye Gucheng, these people stood half a step behind Ling Tian, their ancient aura vibrating endlessly, making the earth tremble slightly!
If Ling Tian is included, there are eight people in front of the Yutian Pavilion at this time, with only Kuang Gu level Taichu martial souls!
Including Qin Shaoyang and others from the ancient Taichu era and above, there are thirteen people in total!
Thirteen talented descendants who possess the Taichu Martial Spirit!
This, this is really too shocking.
"It's against the heavens. It's against the heavens. The Taichu Martial Spirit of this human race is worthless!"
"Oh my God, where did Ling Tian find so many top talents!?"
Thousands of masters in the vast battle hall were immediately dumbfounded, and their hearts were filled with jealousy.
"This, this...how can it be true!"
Feng Xuan's body shook in the sky, and he couldn't help but take three steps back.
The scene in front of me is really unbelievable.
At this time, Feng Xuan knew almost everyone who appeared behind Ling Tian.
Needless to say, Qin Mingyue, Liu Yiyi, Ji Jiuyou and Li Shishi were all top disciples who had ascended to the Immortal Stage, and it was well known to everyone that they had the skills of the ancient Taichu.
But when did Young Master An Ye and Fairy Bai Xiao Wen Wan obtain the ancient Taichu?
Is it possible that this Lingtian really wants to dominate all the eight ancient sects!?
"Haha, why, does the Master of Fengxuan Palace have anything to question now? Although not all of these geniuses will be merged into my sect, they are not comparable to your so-called Vast War Palace!"
"What qualifications do you have to question me!?"
Ling Tian sneered.
"You...you dare to mock my Cangwu War Palace!?"
Feng Xuan's words were incoherent, and his heart was already confused by Ling Tian's rebuke.
"Haha, Ling Tian, you really have such a strong tone. Cangmang War Hall is not qualified to question it, so what if you add me?"
However, Ling Tian's establishment of his own sect seems destined to be full of twists and turns.
Just when Fengxuan was speechless, dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky from the northwest, and the sound of ghosts crying gradually began to rise.
Teleportation formations shone out from between the deep mountains, black pillars soared into the sky, and then densely packed figures surged over amidst a cold shout.
In just a moment, the black shadows in the sky were overwhelming outside the venue. The number was astonishing, as if there were tens of thousands of people!
Each of these warriors were wearing black robes, and there were many puppets with different shapes but terrifying auras among them.
And among the black clouds that filled the sky, there was a shadow of a skeleton that had always been dark, floating on it.
The shadow of the huge skeleton is like a demon from hell, its figure is so huge that it covers thousands of feet!
The coercion was so great that it was even stronger than that of Feng Xuan.