Feng Ruge shook her head and smiled, and a wisp of divine patterns on her eyebrows quietly appeared.
Suddenly, this world caused a shocking wave, like a presentation of the consciousness of the Great Dao.
The storm changes suddenly!!
Even the inspiration of heaven and earth began to gather towards Feng Ruge.
At this moment, she was like a god in this world, and she could destroy everything with just one thought.
"Guru."
In an instant, the hesitation on the faces of the ancient clan lords completely dissipated.
They understood that from the moment Feng Ruge woke up, they had no choice but to follow the emperor and step on the road to conquer the sky again.
only!!
There are many traitors in the human race, and this has been the case since ancient times.
Feng Ruge's move is also worried that there will be chess pieces and eyeliners installed by the lich tribes among these ancient tribes.
In this regard, she became more and more similar to Ling Xiao.
It has been 100,000 years, and no one knows what kind of soul is wrapped under these skins now.
“Buzz.”
Finally, in Feng Ruge's slightly entertaining eyes, the leaders of the ancient clan sacrificed a wisp of soul consciousness and floated in the void.
"Come here."
However, Feng Ruge had no intention of integrating these soul consciousnesses. He turned to look at the geniuses in the immortal tomb and pointed at Ying Jiao.
"I?"
Ying Jiao's eyes trembled slightly, obviously a little incredible.
"Well, from today on you, you will be the emperor of Xianling."
Feng Ruge's tone was calm, as if she was telling a trivial thing.
For her, she had no interest in managing the human race.
If it weren't for Ling Xiao, Gu Chaoci, Yaoguang, Xuanyuan Weiyang and others who had been scrolling, constantly breaking their identity limits and breaking through their cultivation, she wouldn't have bothered to find this royal girl's body, staying in the realm all day to raise flowers, doing...what does it smell good if you love to do?
Although Feng Ruge has melted the origin of the great way of the three thousand saints, his realm has also returned to the peak of the Divine Lord.
As long as she can refine all the powers of these holy sources, she will surely break the acquired shackles and become a true innate god.
But she still doesn't want to be bound by the mission of one race.
Just leave this kind of thing to Ling Xiao. She just wants to follow Ling Xiao and do something that is not brain-wrenching.
After all, the Blue Star in the previous life was so curled. The cattle and horses at the bottom were exploited layer by layer since they were born, swallowed up after being discarded, and then they were randomly brainwashed and worked hard.
Now Feng Ruge has finally traveled to this world of immortal cultivation and has got rid of the identity of a cattle and horse at the bottom. What she wants most is to knock down the immortals and gods who are high in the sky and raise all creatures of all races from the throne one by one.
Then, put it apart.
The human woman in front of me has the smell of Lingxiao, and she should also be a soul slave.
Most importantly, there seems to be a very pure human belief in her blood.
"What?! Me?!"
Ying Jiao's eyes trembled, his mouth opened unconsciously, and mist gradually rose in his eyes.
First Emperor, have you seen it? Grandson did it!
From beginning to end, Ying Jiao pursued the reappearance of the Ying clan's rule.
But the luck of the Winning Clan was completely exhausted at the moment of unifying the world.
So much so that after the First Emperor ascended, there were no evil leaders in the Ying clan again.
Although, relying on the blood of the First Emperor, the Ying clan has always occupied a supreme position in the Xuantian Immortal Realm over the years.
But this shade will disappear sooner or later. At that time... it was difficult for an ancient human race to survive in the fairyland.
But Ying Jiao never dreamed that her lifelong ideal was now realized by the words of the woman in front of her.
"What? Don't want to?"
Feng Ruge raised his eyebrows lightly, and there was a hint of playfulness on the corner of his mouth.
Ying Jiao immediately shook his head and bowed deeply to Feng Ruge.
"Thank you, the lord."
The next moment, she waved her palm lightly and directly brought the soul consciousness of the ancient tribe saints into the soul sea.
“Buzz.”
The buzzing sounded across the world.
Ying Jiao's aura suddenly boiled, and he also broke through the threshold of the imperial realm and reached the level of the honorary realm.
"Um?"
This scene suddenly made Feng Wu and others look envious in their eyes.
Sometimes, fate is indeed difficult to explain clearly.
"Okay, from today on, she will be your emperor."
Feng Ruge pointed at Ying Jiao, turned around and looked deep in Xianling, and shook his head helplessly.
Judging from the thunder tribulation just now, it is probably difficult for Ling Xiao to wake up from his cultivation in a short period of time.
However, at this time, Feng Ruge was a little interested in the phoenix leader. He suddenly waved his hand to wrap Feng Wu's small body and headed towards the depths of the fairy tomb.
At the same time, Ling Xiao's figure was shining with dazzling light under the illumination of thousands of thunder.
I saw strands of divine patterns falling down, reflecting the heaven and earth, and turning into space forever.
Although his aura was still at the level of Yuanzun, the innate divine power surrounding his body was not comparable to any realm of supreme.
Now Ling Xiao’s demon body is only one last step away from the Nine Turns Realm.
As long as he can forge a true demon body, he will truly have the strength to defeat the god of war.
"Rumbling."
As the last thunder tribulation fell from the sky, Ling Xiao's aura collapsed and returned to invisible.
And every inch of his skin, flesh and blood, seemed to contain an indescribable divinity.
"It's time to go out."
Ling Xiao slowly stood up and looked at the saint's phantom that was gradually shattering in front of him, and there were not many waves in his eyes.
At this time, he had a premonition that with his current strength, he could easily kill any powerful person in the Yuanzun realm.
only!!
What made Ling Xiao a little confused was why he did not see the Nine Dings born this time?
Previously, in the lower three realms, whenever the miracle land appeared, the Nine Cauldrons would appear with them.
Ling Xiao had secretly helped Ning'er get three of the divine tripods.
According to Ling Xiao's guess, when the Nine Cauldrons are united, Ning'er will truly awaken the power of the Eastern Emperor and become the supreme god of the Witch Clan.
In this way, Ling Xiao is equivalent to controlling all races except the immortals.
His Heavenly Demon Palace, Gu Chaoci's Phoenix Demon Clan, Xi'er's Dragon Clan, Yaoguang's Western Buddhas, Feng Ruge's Human Clan, and Ning'er's Witch Clan.
If Ling Xiaoyao, that boy who can win the extraterritorial world in one fell swoop, might become a real extraterritorial world demon...
Hum? Hiss... It seems something is wrong?
At that time, no matter what secret was hidden in the rebirth of the demon, there would be no more threats to Ling Xiao.
"Rumbling."
At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from the immortal tomb.
I saw wisps of black light rising up, covering the sky and the sun.
Instead of a trace of surprise on Ling Xiao's face, it became even brighter.
"It finally appears?"
As he stepped out, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and headed towards the ray of black light.