Ling Xiao took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart and make his thoughts clearer.
He knows that only by constantly improving his strength can he truly protect the people he cares about and truly gain a foothold in this world.
"Clean the battlefield!" Ling Xiao suddenly raised his head, his eyes like torches, scanning everyone in the Allied Forces of the Demon Suppressing Mansion. His voice was firm and powerful, as if he was announcing to everyone: "We won!"
However, at this time, everyone in the Zhenmo Mansion was still in a state of confusion. Just now, they were immersed in the despair of possibly dying tragically and being annihilated. However, in the blink of an eye, the situation changed drastically. They actually won.
Already?
This was simply too outrageous and unbelievable. They looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and disbelief. They felt that all this was so unreal, as if they were dreaming. Some people couldn't help but rub their eyes.
I want to confirm if I saw it wrong.
"Win? Have you won?" An extremely cold voice, like a cold wind piercing the bones, came from the distant sky, instantly making Ling Xiao and others tremble, as if they were shocked by an invisible force.
They suddenly raised their heads, eyes like torches, and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a man wearing silver armor with a face as cold as frost, as if he had stepped out of the void, and slowly walked into their sight.
The silver armor shone coldly under the afterglow of the setting sun, making his whole body look like the God of War coming to the world, majestic and inviolable.
Just the aura emanating from his body is enough to make people feel palpitated. This aura is even more terrifying than that of the high priest, and seems to contain endless power and destructive power.
"Even...he may have reached the level of Zhen Zhen." Ling Xiao secretly marveled in his heart, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. He knew that such strength was definitely not something they could compete with at the moment.
"The Holy Master of Zhenhun Palace Temple! Isn't he healing? How did he recover?" Long Yingtian's face became extremely ugly at this moment, and there was a hint of disbelief and horror in his voice.
He never expected that the Holy Lord, who was supposed to be recovering from his injuries, would appear at this time, and judging from his condition, it was obvious that he had almost recovered.
The next moment, the figure of the Holy Lord was like a silver lightning, instantly crossing the space and coming to Ling Xiao's side. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, scanning the devastated Luanmo City, and then locked on Ling Xiao without hesitation.
On Ling Xiao's body.
Ling Xiao's face became extremely cold at this moment. His eyes were fixed on the Holy Lord, with a firm light shining in his eyes. He secretly sighed in his heart that things in this world are unpredictable and full of surprises.
He thought that by killing the chief priest, he had achieved a staged victory, but unexpectedly he attracted a more terrifying opponent.
However, even in the face of such a desperate situation, Ling Xiao did not flinch. He knew that escaping was not the solution to the problem. Only by facing up to the difficulties could he find the opportunity to break through. He held the weapon in his hand tightly and prepared
Meet the challenges ahead.
The cold murderous intent in the deep eyes of the Holy Master of Zhenhun Mansion's Holy Church was like the cold wind in winter, piercing Ling Xiao's bones.
He spoke slowly, his voice low and full of threats: "You are very powerful, you almost destroyed my Soul Soul Mansion Temple." Every word seemed to be filled with great power, making it impossible to ignore.
Ling Xiao touched his nose gently, and a slightly helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I'm not that capable. It was Tongtong who did it. You can go find her." There was something in his words.
He was joking and tried to shift the responsibility to the girl who had left, but the determination and confidence in his eyes never diminished at all.
When the Holy Lord heard this, his eyes became more fierce, as if he wanted to eat Ling Xiao alive: "You are her father. If you are not responsible, who will be responsible?" His voice trembled slightly with anger, and every word was filled with anger.
It seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, full of unwillingness and anger.
A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of Ling Xiao's lips. He knew the other party's weakness well: "You have been nearby for a long time, right? When Tongtong was here, you didn't dare to come out. Only after she left did you dare to show up?"
There was a bit of contempt in his tone, as if he was mocking the other person's timidity and cowardice.
A trace of embarrassment flashed in the Holy Lord's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a more determined killing intent.
He was very single, and he directly admitted his powerlessness: "I can't beat her, but I can kill you and make her miserable." His voice was as cold as ice, and every word seemed to come from the depths of hell.
Come on, it makes people shudder.
When Ling Xiao heard this, he was speechless for a while. He didn't expect that the other party would be so direct and target him as a "soft persimmon". He shook his head gently, with a wry smile on his lips, and thought to himself: This is really
Pick the persimmons soft and pinch them.
"Aren't you afraid that she will come back again?" Ling Xiao's rhetorical question contained a hint of provocation and disdain, with an unyielding light shining in his eyes, as if to tell the other party that no matter how powerful the enemy was, he would never
Give up easily.
The Holy Lord's expression became complicated at this moment. He was slightly stunned at first, and then a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Do you know why I didn't show up when you just swallowed the energy essence and broke through? I'm just afraid of her.
She went and came back, but now, I'm not worried because I know she won't be able to come back."
There was a hint of pride and relief in his voice, as if he had finally solved a long-standing knot in his heart.
When Ling Xiao heard this, an imperceptible fluctuation flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the unwillingness and anger into his chest, and then slowly spit it out.
He stretched out his hand and gently touched the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand. There were strange black lines flowing on the sword, as if it contained endless magic and power. Following his movements, a terrifying power began to flow.
It kept rising inside his body, as if it wanted to bring the world under his control.
The Holy Lord looked at Ling Xiao's actions, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes: "Want to fight to the death? No, you are too weak! That's not right, it should be said that you are too young. With such a talent like yours, you will definitely be able to defeat me in the future.
, but not now!”
There was a bit of regret and ridicule in his voice, as if he was watching a young man who didn't know the heights of the world, trying to challenge an insurmountable peak.
The moment the voice fell, the Holy Lord gently raised his right hand, as if he had the power of life and death over all things in the world, and then gently pressed it towards Ling Xiao.
Although this pressure seemed to be an understatement, it contained terrifying power that was enough to overturn the world. Ling Xiao's expression suddenly changed at this moment, his eyes widened instantly, and his pupils were filled with fear and despair.