Chapter 1789： the man behind

"interesting."

Ling Xiao smiled, the magic lines in his eyes flickered, and he inserted the ancient blade of reincarnation into Chen Muzhi's body, swallowing his blood and spiritual power.

Looking at the blue sky, there are countless Tianjiao with a half-demon body.

However, there is only one possibility that can make Chen Muzhi surrender willingly.

Under the seat of the World Lord, the most mysterious hall, the Ten Thousand Demons Hall!

Helian Wuji, the second descendant of this temple, died at the hands of Ling Xiao.

Although after that, there was no change in this temple, but in essence, it was still opposed to the Ling Clan.

only!

According to the news from Die Ying and Ling Clan Dark Guards, this temple has long been independent of the Jiezhu Temple. Could it be because a second descendant was killed that he would become an enemy of the Ling Clan?

What's more, at that time, the human wolf took the initiative to provoke first, and he died.

Inexplicably, Ling Xiao still felt that there was a conspiracy involved.

Moreover, the way of this layout is very similar to what he encountered in the capital of God before, as if it came from the hands of one person.

Could it be... is the military advisor beside Xue Xiyan?

Now it seems that this young master cannot retreat, but it is not that he has done nothing.

His plot may be more profound than Ling Xiao imagined.

"Lord!"

It wasn't until there were a few breaking winds in the sky that Ling Xiao put away the magic blade and looked up.

The figures of Ning Wuchuan, Hua Hua, and Han Qingqiu descended from the sky, landed in front of him, and bowed down.

With the strength of the three people, it is naturally no surprise to deal with a few people in the noble realm.

But, this time, the ancient world of Huangyuan is opened, and the contemporary evildoers can almost be said to be gathered here. It is far from ordinary and comparable, and it is necessary to be more cautious.

"Well! Go back to the domain first."

Ling Xiao nodded lightly and stepped into the domain together with the three of them.

At this time, before the Heavenly Palace, Han Zhan and other Medicine Palace disciples were surrounding Xiao Peng, carefully treating his injuries.

Seeing Ling Xiao appearing, everyone hurriedly threw Xiao Ping aside, got up and worshipped.

"See the Lord."

"how's it going?"

Ling Xiao waved his hand and walked to Xiao Ping with a gentle smile on his face.

"The sternum is broken, and I'm afraid I won't be able to fight for a while."

Han Zhan smiled bitterly, while Xiao Pian struggled to stand up from the ground, "Lord! What is this little injury, I can still do it!"

"Okay, you can rest assured to recover in the domain, and leave the rest to me."

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, and suddenly took out an ancient sword from the Qiankun Ring.

"This handle of three thousand whiskers needs to be driven by the power of time, you can take it."

"What... what? Lord, I..."

Xiao Ping's eyes trembled, but in the end he did not refuse, and bowed deeply, "Thank you, Lord."

"By the way, Lord, on my way here, I heard that there is a hidden treasure in the southwest, and many Qingcang Tianjiao have already rushed over."

"I know."

Ling Xiao nodded and pondered slightly, but still summoned dozens of secret guards and said solemnly, "Go and find out the descendants of the five royal families and the strong ones in the family."

"Yes!"

"Xiao Pian, do you know anything about the slaughter son of the Holy Emperor Palace?"

Now that Ling Xiao has guessed that this Divine Son who has merged with the blood of the five emperors is likely to be a man of destiny, he must arrange some means in advance to suppress his luck.

From Chen Muzhi's memory, Ling Xiao saw a woman named Zong Shishi, who was also a genius of the hermit clan, and had a great admiration for Tu Tiandao.

Perhaps, there will be a... insertion port on her body.

"Tu Shenzi? Tu Tiandao?"

Xiao Ping frowned, and his face rarely showed a dignified expression, "My lord, this Son of God Tu has a terrifying cultivation base, bears the sun of the gods, and is unparalleled. Although he was just born, he has recently made a name for himself in the ancient world, not only He shot down and killed many strong bereaved people, and he was bold, and he gathered a group of followers behind him."

"Oh?"

There was a faint smile at the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth. In this way, the growth of this leek should be quite gratifying.

Moreover, from Xiao Pian's words, Ling Xiao could also hear that Tu Tiandao likes to pretend to be coercive, and likes a false name.

Of course, this has something to do with his experience. What is the purpose of birth for a young man who has experienced life and death and has integrated the blood of the five emperors?

Naturally, it is to be famous in the world and to be admired by all spirits.

It's human nature, and it's where the weakness lies.

"However, it is said that this Son of God Tu likes women's lust, but he has a high spirit. Even the clan's saintess, Zong Shishi, has no status in his eyes."

"Female?"

Ling Xiao nodded indifferently, and he already had a plan in his heart to deal with this Son of Destiny.

For a teenager who wants to be a hero, the saddest thing is the Beauty Pass.

That being the case, give him some opportunities to be admired by beauties.

But, this beauty must have a story, so that it can be reversed at the most critical time.

"I see, let's go."

Ling Xiao waved his hand, led Ning Wuchuan and others out of the realm, and reappeared in the ancient realm of Huangyuan.

At this time, he did not act rashly, so as not to attract Tu Tiandao's warning.

After all, if you want to harvest this destiny, you still need some opportunities, so... it's time to find the half-demon youth and confirm his identity.

"Om."

At the same time, in the depths of the ancient world, a barren mountain peaked.

I saw a figure in white standing with his hands behind his back, without a trace of spiritual power emitting from his body, looking at the sea of ​​​​clouds in front of him.

Behind him, there was a tall young man with tiger stripes all over his body, and his aura was extremely fierce.

"Meet the master."

"It's all done?"

The young man in white turned around, revealing the face that covered the ancient face. The only exposed eyes were a touch of deep and calm brilliance.

"Yes! Everything has been arranged properly. Now there are many young masters of the ancient clan, and the Holy Son of Xianzong is willing to follow me and punish the Ling clan together."

The tiger-patterned youth nodded, but just as his voice fell, he felt a sudden wave of fluctuations behind him.

But when he turned his head to look, he saw a figure wrapped in battle armor, and he didn't know when it had arrived in front of him.

Then! !

Before the tiger-patterned youth could react, a vine suddenly entangled under his feet, tying him to the spot.

With his cultivation of the fifth-grade holy realm, facing this war shadow at this time, there is no room for him to fight back.

even! !

What frightened him even more was that there was no trace of vitality around this armor.

Even the eyes under the iron helmet were a kind of empty black.

It seems that it is just a battle armor, but it can display spiritual power.

absurd! !

"You did a great job, but...I don't like putting myself in the game, so..."

The ancient-faced man said nothing, raised his feet and walked down the mountain.

But the war shadow suddenly stretched out his palm, turned into a wooden cone, and stabbed into the chest of the tiger-patterned youth.

"Push."