Chapter 1511： Invincible Son

"Lord! The remaining three hundred and thirty-seven members of the Black Demon Race are captured."

Xiong Huan and the others walked to the front of the hall and bowed to Ling Xiao.

I saw at this time, on the square, one after another of the Black Demon tribe was sluggish, shrugged their heads, lined up neatly in a row, and knelt in front of Ling Xiao.

This scene was really shocking.

Especially for the sect forces in Kyushu, it is simply... absurd to watch a race that is regarded as a **** by all ethnic groups in Kyushu so easily suppressed and reduced to prisoners.

even! !

There were only a dozen or so people on Ling Xiao's side, but in a short period of time, he had slaughtered hundreds of black demon powerhouses.

Rolling is not at the same level at all.

"Invincible fairy? This is the real contemporary invincibility, right?"

"It's not just the contemporary, even the older generation of powerhouses, I'm afraid they are not the opponents of Young Master Ling Xiao, right?"

In the ancient forest, countless heavenly talents from the upper realm sighed deeply, their eyes trembling.

Although, this lower realm is mostly false saints.

However, even if it is a pseudo-sage, it is simply not something that ordinary people in the noble realm can compete with.

One punch smashed a 4th-Rank Saint Realm powerhouse, this kind of combat power is comparable to that of many clan masters in the Upper Realm, right?

You must know that even if it is an immortal inheritance, the controller on the bright side is only the peak of the holy realm.

The powerhouses who have truly entered the Supreme are rarely involved in the affairs of the world.

"Starting from the highest realm, one day, one demon will be executed."

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand, took out a wine jug from the Qiankun Ring, leaned on the golden chair in front of the hall, and sipped the wine lightly.

With Bai Zhixi's talent, if there is a chance, he will be able to escape safely.

After all, luck is there.

The only thing that can trap her is the Holy Artifact of the Spirit Treasure.

Soon, the news that the Black Demons were destroyed by Ling Xiao spread throughout the entire Kyushu.

After the Blood Feather Clan, the real hegemonic clan in this lower realm finally fell into the hands of the son.

At the same time, Young Master Ling Xiao's gauntlet was also fueled by various people of justice and spread.

The entire Kyushu fell into a strange silence in an instant.

Everyone knows that soon, there will be a world-renowned battle on the Black Devil Holy Mountain.

Especially recently, there has been a lot of rumors about the identity of this black devil son.

Some people say that this holy son is the reincarnation of the ancestor of the dark devil, born with divine power.

Some people say that in fact, he is the ancestor of the dark demon, and he is just a ghost.

All in all, the strength of this Black Devil Holy Son is very powerful, and it is simply not something that his peers can compete with.

As for where he went...

There are also rumors that the Black Demon Saint descended on Qingluan Academy that day and took away countless medicinal pills.

Obviously, he should be... retreating to practice.

However, it was this kind of expectation that made the land of Kyushu, which had been chaotic for several months, suddenly calm down.

It's just that everyone knows that this kind of calm is just the depression before the torrential rain.

Finally, one day, at the border of Zhongzhou, a magic cloud suddenly gathered, floating and sinking thousands of miles.

Everyone's eyes converged on the origin of the devil in an instant.

There, a young man in black armor walked out of the mountain and looked at the central holy mountain with a calm expression.

The news of the Black Demon Race had already reached his ears.

However, there was not a trace of anger on his face, but an undisguised fighting intent.

It's back, everything is back! !

This long-lost... tense, anticipation, and blood.

After experiencing the turmoil one hundred thousand years ago, Hei Batian already knew the cruelty of this immortal way like the back of the back.

Today's Black Demons, it is difficult for him to call it a heritage.

Because, whether it is the ancestors or the contemporary people, they have long lost the true blood of the demons.

Only he, Hei Batian, alone... holds up the character of the black devil.

Of course, that's not to say he'll let the boy who slaughtered the Dark Lord go.

On the contrary, he will use such a much-anticipated battle to announce his return.

What if the Manchus were slaughtered?

After all, as long as he reaches the top of the sky, these nine days are... the nine days of the Dark Demon.

"Ling Xiao, wait on the holy mountain, I will kill you."

Hei Batian said indifferently, the pressure of the fourth rank of the holy realm surging the world, attracting thousands of visions.

In the faint, there seems to be a ghost standing in the sky, magnificent and majestic, arbitrarily ruling this world.

Different from the holy realm in this lower realm, Hei Batian's holy calamity was spent in the upper realm of Qingcang 100,000 years ago.

There are fourteen of his holy patterns, and they can be called invincible when looking at the world!

Black Devil Sacred Mountain, Ling Xiao sipped the immortal brew, leisurely and wanton, without a trace of panic at all.

Whether it is an ancient freak or the heir of the **** queen, there is no deterrent to him at all.

His talent is forever unique.

No matter which era the evildoer is, it is not worth mentioning in front of Ling Xiao.

"Ling Xiao!! You will regret it, I, the Black Devil, will definitely kill all of you hypocritical humans!!"

Before the main hall, the Dark Demon Ancestor gritted his teeth and looked shy and angry.

At this time, all his divine soul power has been sealed, and it is really difficult to die.

He had not experienced this kind of humiliation for a long time.

But, no matter how strong and domineering Ling Xiao is, in the eyes of the Black Demons, the Holy Son is an invincible existence.

He will definitely carry the dignity of the Black Demons, break through the shackles, the gods of war cut down the immortals, not to mention... the humble human race.

"It's been a day."

Ling Xiao said indifferently, and Xiong Huan, who was behind the Black Demon Ancestor, stretched out his palm and punched him on the head.

"Push!"

Suddenly, blood splattered everywhere, and the dignified black demon ancestor, the ninth-rank holy realm, was beaten in the head in such a humiliating gesture! !

Under the holy mountain, there was an uproar.

And the news of Hei Batian's appearance quickly spread here.

Moreover, his arrogance seems to be on par with Ling Xiao.

I'm getting more and more excited. The top-notch monster showdown between the upper and lower worlds is really exciting.

finally! !

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, over the holy mountain, suddenly there was a divine flower in the sky.

Divine power is mighty, and the dark and gloomy demonic energy envelopes the sun and the moon.

And in that layer of demonic energy, a mighty tall figure stood with his hands behind his back.

On his body, there are avenues of runes intertwined, and his eyes reveal endless fighting intent.

The breath alone has caused countless souls under the mountain to tremble, and there is an indescribable fear.

Holy Land! !

Moreover, the holy prestige on Hei Batian is even more terrifying than the black demon ancestor of the ninth rank of the holy realm! !

It is like a sea of ​​magic, endless layers and turbulent waves.

"Hei Batian is here!!"

"Holy Son!! Holy Son, save me!!!"

The entire Black Devil Sacred Mountain was completely boiling.

The originally dull-eyed Black Demon clansman suddenly glowed with glory, raised his head and roared, his eyes full of excitement.

In their view, the Son of God has come, and this disaster will be revealed safely.

Because, holy son, invincible! !