Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows lightly, and there was a hint of playfulness on the corners of his mouth.
"Hmm? Ling Xiao, you..."
Feng Ruge frowned slightly. Looking at Ling Xiao in front of him, he always felt that his breath seemed a little strange.
It looks like a state of honor, but not very similar, and it feels like a sense of vain.
"If you wake up, please help me protect the way."
Compared with Feng Ruge, what Ling Xiao wants to merge is not only the origin of the holy path here, but also the magnificent and endless luck.
Although he entered the level of the holy realm at this time, it was just the beginning.
"Protection of the Way?"
Feng Ruge's face was stunned, and she watched Ling Xiao sit down cross-legged, and the magical patterns gradually intertwined all over her body, and the magical intention was boiling.
"Um?"
In an instant, Feng Ruge had some guesses in her heart, and a shock gradually appeared in her pupils.
This guy, can you ask the three immortals, demons and men to practice together?
"Rumbling."
The next moment, Ling Xiao suddenly opened his mouth and sucked it, like a long whale sucking water, swallowing all the holy rhyme and luck of this place into his body.
Suddenly, there began to be thunder above this void, and the great Taoist divine patterns began to rise and fall.
The world in front of Feng Ruge is also changing with stars and mountains and rivers.
At this moment, she vaguely saw that at the end of the world, there seemed to be a demon shadow standing, cold and arrogant, looking down on everything.
She had long speculated about Ling Xiao's identity, but there was no surprise at all.
After all, as time travelers, Feng Ruge never cared about the identity of an immortal or a demon.
In these eternal years, there is only a difference between victory and defeat, so how can the difference between immortals and demons come from?
even!!
Compared with the era when the demon clenching the world, the immortals are now at nine heavens, raising all races and occupying the way of heaven, which is actually even more cruel.
These immortals and gods in the eyes of the world have almost cut off the opportunity for all races to reach the peak of heaven and earth.
Now only the upper three realms where the immortals are located can have complete luck in the heavenly way.
The six middle and lower realms are actually more like cages. In the past 100,000 years, no one has broken the realm of the God Lord and stepped into a higher level.
From this point alone, you can see the sinister intentions of these immortals and gods.
Therefore, compared to other daughters of destiny, Feng Ruge is actually the one who understands Ling Xiao better.
Now her soul is coming, she has successfully replaced the former ancient princess, melted three thousand holy rhymes, and became the supreme god of the human race.
What she had to do next was to go side by side with Ling Xiao, go to the upper three domains, and create a world that truly belonged to them.
only!!
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Feng Ruge always feels that Ling Xiao’s breath has changed and can’t explain it clearly.
In short, it is less of the kind of intimate feeling that when I first met him, I was a time traveler.
"Is it an illusion?"
Feng Ruge frowned slightly, looked at the young man in black sitting cross-legged in front of him, and shook his head helplessly.
Perhaps, on this journey to the Nine Heavens, he has gradually adapted to his current identity, and is no longer the lonely time traveler he used to be.
"Rumbling."
At this moment, the thunder above Ling Xiao's head suddenly burst out with a dazzling light.
The next moment, in Feng Ruge's shocked eyes, thunder tribulations began to fall, completely submerging Ling Xiao's figure.
Millions of thunder tribulations for the Lord's realm?!
Even Feng Ruge saw such a feat for the first time, and he was shocked in his heart.
even!!
At this time, the aura on Ling Xiao's body seemed to have completely transcended the limitations of the realm, like a kind of extreme way.
In an instant, the entire Xianling world caused a shocking noise.
The lords of the eight clans walked out of the ancient temple and looked into the direction in the center of the immortal tomb.
At this time, they saw that the void there was completely shrouded in thunder, vast and boundless.
What's even more terrifying is that in these thousands of thunder tribulations, there seems to be a terrifying aura that is gradually recovering.
"What's going on?"
"Can it be that the ancient emperor has revived?"
"All the elders of the Holy Realm, follow me to find out."
As the shocking and thrilling shouts came, countless figures rose into the air and gathered towards the center of the Xianling Mausoleum.
Suddenly, the sky above the Xianling was covered by a series of powerful humans.
At the same time, among the three demon clan holy lands, three demon clan holy masters also stepped out and led the demon clan strong men to come here.
"Um?"
Looking at the three demon masters standing side by side, the ancient tribe masters frowned slightly, and there was a hint of shock and incredibility in their eyes.
For eternity, these demon clan holy places have been constantly clashing, and the masters of the three demon clans have been doing their own affairs.
When did they join forces to fight the human race?
"Saint Lord Zhulong, what are you doing?"
The leader of the Jiang clan is a white-haired old man with a skinny bone, named Jiang Taigong, and the peak saint.
At this time, he looked at the Lord Zhulong indifferently, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.
"Haha, Master Jiang, I think you should wait here for a while."
The Holy Lord Zhulong was unmoved. Before leaving, Mr. Ling Xiao specifically explained that no powerful man in the ancient clan should disturb his trip to the Immortal Tomb.
At this time, the three sage masters had a guess that the strange phenomena in the world here were probably caused by Mr. Ling Xiao, not the ancient emperor.
"Oh? You also want to stop our eight tribes?"
Jiang Taigong sneered, and the runes gradually lingered around his body, and the aura of the peak of the Saint Lord gushed out, shocking the world.
Under this breath, a shock appeared on the faces of the ancient clan lords around.
If they hadn't been kept in the Immortal Tomb, they would have probably entered the realm of the God Lord with Jiang Taigong's talent.
"Master Jiang..."
At this moment, Si Yuechu, the leader of the Si clan, suddenly smiled and shook his head, with a trace of depth hidden in his beautiful eyes, "Actually, I think what the Lord Zhulong said is also good..."
"Um?"
Upon hearing this, the eyes of the ancient clan leader trembled slightly, and he turned his head to look at Si Yuechu.
"Si Yuechu, what do you mean?"
Jiang Taigong's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he was obviously really angry.
He never dreamed that Si Yuechu would stand up at this time and openly refute him.
As the strongest man of the Eight Clans, this makes him feel embarrassed.
What's more, now that Jiang Che has returned, the Jiang clan's reputation is at its peak.
At this time, he could control the situation by leading the powerful people of the eight clans into the immortal tomb.
"Don't you understand what I mean?"
Si Yuechu shook her head and smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, "I mean, Master Jiang and everyone, let's wait. You can't get in this Xianling for the time being."
"What?! Si Yuechu, are you crazy? Do you really think you can stop me by your stinky fish and rotten shrimp?"
Jiang Taigong sneered, stepped out directly, and wanted to walk towards Si Yuechu.
At this moment, a terrifying roar suddenly came from the depths of the immortal tomb.
I saw a phantom of a saint slowly appearing, followed by the second and third...
Until the world was covered by saints, the entire immortal tomb suddenly fell into a dead silence.