Ling Xiao was not worried at all about what kind of trap it was. The other party had better not plot against him, otherwise, he would not mind letting the Houtu Temple disappear from the Central Continent.
He can really do what he says.
The decoration inside the main hall is not luxurious, it can only be said to be quite satisfactory.
There were several people sitting inside, and they all had a strong aura.
There is no doubt that these people should be the upper echelons of the Houtu Temple. They gather here mostly to see Ling Xiao.
"Are you Ling Xiao?"
Sitting at the top of the table was a middle-aged man, about forty or fifty years old.
This person should be the master of Houtu Temple.
When he asked questions, he also showed an unconcealable domineering air.
His figure is as burly as a mountain, giving people a sense of calm and power.
He is much taller than ordinary people, like a majestic mountain peak, standing on the earth, which is intimidating.
His skin was like steel that had been tempered for thousands of times, exuding a bronze luster and looking extremely hard.
His face is resolute and has clear lines, like a carved work of art.
A pair of deep eyes, as if they can see into people's hearts, shining with sharp light. The bridge of his nose is high and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, exuding an aura of calmness and self-reliance. His black hair is as thick as ink, fluttering in the wind, which adds to the added charm.
A bit of a heroic spirit.
This person's aura is extremely powerful, as if a tiger is dormant in the forest, ready to pounce on its prey at any time.
His body exudes a powerful aura that makes people dare not look directly at him. Whenever he performs his exercises, the surrounding air will vibrate, as if even the space is trembling.
He was wearing a black robe with mysterious totems embroidered on it, making him look both solemn and mysterious.
The robes rustled in the wind, like the beating of war drums, inspiring people to move forward. A long sword hung on his waist, and the sword body flashed with cold light, exuding a fierce aura.
The master of the Houtu Temple is not only a powerful warrior, but also a wise man who is well versed in martial arts.
His words and deeds revealed a calm and unhurried temperament, as if everything was under his control.
His existence is the pillar of the Houtu Temple and a role model in the hearts of countless warriors.
"Yes, I am Ling Xiao!"
Ling Xiao said.
"You are so brave!"
Suddenly, the Lord of the Houtu Temple released a powerful pressure, like a black snake, pressing towards Ling Xiao,
At that moment, Ling Xiao felt as if the sky was about to fall. That heavy feeling made him very uncomfortable.
Ling Xiao stood in front of the master of the Houtu Temple, his originally upright figure now looked a little stooped.
He felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain emanating from the palace master, like an invisible giant hand, tightly strangling his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The palace master's pressure was as fierce as a violent storm, as if it wanted to swallow Ling Xiao's entire body.
His heartbeat was speeding up and his blood was boiling, but he felt as if he was nailed to the ground by this force, unable to move.
His face was pale and fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. This was an experience he had never experienced before.
Under this pressure, Ling Xiao felt as if his cultivation had become insignificant, and all his confidence and strength were ruthlessly crushed by this force.
He tried hard to straighten his back, but the force was like a tangible shackle, binding him tightly.
Ling Xiao's eyes were fixed on the palace master, with an unyielding light shining in his eyes.
He knew that he couldn't just give in, he had to withstand this pressure, otherwise he would never be able to surpass himself.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the fear and depression, and tried to regain his inner peace.
Although his body was still bound by the pressure, his mind had broken free.
He felt that his soul had been tempered by this pressure, becoming more tenacious and stronger.
He knew that this was an opportunity for him to grow and break through himself.
Ling Xiao gritted his teeth and used all his strength to finally straighten his back under this pressure.
He raised his head and met the palace master's gaze, his eyes shining with determination.
"Huh?"
The Master of Houtu Hall was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that Ling Xiao actually blocked his terrifying pressure.
Immediately, he sneered and said: "Boy, it will be more beneficial to you if you kneel there obediently!"
boom!
More majestic pressure was released.
At that moment, Ling Xiao knew that he couldn't stop it.
The difference in cultivation level is too big.
The Lord of Houtu Hall is a strong man at the peak of Feitian Realm, and may even have one foot in the Endless Realm.
The pressure just now was definitely not full force. This time, it was merciless.
Ling Xiao sighed and was about to ask Li Yunkuang for help. At this moment, the pendant he was wearing around his neck emitted a dazzling light.
boom!
The moment this light bloomed, all the pressure of the Lord of the Earth Temple was shattered.
Not only that, the master of Houtu Hall even spit out a mouthful of blood, looking a little embarrassed.
"You want me to kneel down for you? Who do you think you are? Now, kneel down for me!"
Ling Xiao suddenly looked at the Master of Houtu Hall, and a terrifying aura was released from his body.
boom!
At that moment, the Houtu Hall Master who was sitting in his seat was knocked down and fell to the ground, unable to stand up.
This power naturally does not belong to Ling Xiao, but comes from that strange pendant.
Ling Xiao didn't take this pendant seriously before, but now it seems that Heimu Shen is still okay. Although he calculated against him, he gave him this kind of treasure and even promised to protect his Tyrant Empire.
Three years.
Without Black Wood God, he would have a lot of hard work.
The previous grievances were all gone.
He walked over, stepped on the head of the Houtu Palace Master, and said coldly: "I'm giving you face, right? I'm here because it's the glory of your Houtu Palace. Your disciple tried to kill me before.
, you want me to kneel down again, believe it or not, I will destroy your Thousand Earth Temple!"
"You do not dare!"
The Lord of the Houtu Temple is so frustrated.
He roared like a wild beast: "The Douzong you are in has been targeted by the Holy Church. Once the Holy Church uses its true power, you will have no chance at all. Although I don't know how you can burst out such terrible pressure.
But do you really think that just based on this, you can threaten my Earth Temple?"
"So annoying!"
Ling Xiao raised his hand and struck out with a knife, directly cutting off the arm of Houtu Hall Master.
The pitiful Lord of the Houtu Hall has half a foot in the Endless Realm, but he is suppressed by the Black Wood God's pendant and has no way to deal with Ling Xiao's attack.
He really felt like crying.
Why bother with this evil star if you have nothing to do?
"I'm too lazy to talk to you now, just take out the Stone of the Dead, otherwise, I will destroy the Thick Earth Temple now."
Ling Xiao revealed a cold aura, he was really impatient.
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