Chapter 1812： directly crushed

"Pfft!"

On the top of Lingshan, Xiao Peng let out a "puchi" and laughed out loud.

Over the years, he has followed Ling Xiao's side, and he has indeed seen many Biwangs.

But it was the first time he had seen someone as sober and refined as this Garuda man.

"Cough cough!"

However, seeing the heavy faces on the faces of everyone in the mountains at this time, Xiao Pian coughed twice, as if he was facing a great enemy.

You know, before Ling Xiao appeared, the human race always lived under the shadow of the five royal families.

These remnants of the arrogance were scattered all over the ancient world, and they took pleasure in killing the human race.

Except for the occasional top monsters of the human race who can kill a few leftovers, the remaining ordinary clan disciples are only qualified to flee when they see the bereaved Tianjiao.

although!

Just now, Emperor Ling Xiao showed his might and killed dozens of bereaved family members almost effortlessly.

However, the one who appeared in the sky at this time was the real leader of the royal family.

The emperor and him should be at the same level, and it is unknown who wins and who loses.

"Right to die?"

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, looking at the figure standing in the sky, his eyes were extremely cold.

He could feel that the figure that descended in front of him was just a manifestation of divine soul, not the real Little Wing King.

Even so, his realm has still reached the supreme level, far from being comparable to ordinary Tianjiao.

"Human, it seems that you still don't understand what kind of situation you are in."

King Little Wing nodded lightly, his expression calm, and the next moment, I saw him pointing out, destroying the mountains and seas.

I saw a hundred feet of fingerprints rolling down from the sky, poking a hole in the void.

Immortal brilliance surging, divine power is peerless.

Heaven and earth seem to be completely subverted, yin and yang are confused, and the universe is reversed.

And that fingerprint was like a falling meteor, dragging a long crack in space, covering Ling Xiao and his entire body for hundreds of miles.

Before this finger fell, the entire Lingshan hummed and shattered.

All the clan Tianjiao's eyes were frightened, and they wanted to dodge, but they were so shocked that they couldn't move at all.

too terrifying!

This kind of divine power does not seem to be possessed by a contemporary person at all!

However, what is surprising is that Ling Xiao at this time is still standing in place, and he has never displayed a trace of spiritual power.

But just as the fingerprint was about to fall, a cold shout resounded quietly.

"broken!"

In just a moment, the world turned upside down!

The void seemed to burst, and the infinite divine light permeated the heavens, and a long river of time spread across the sky, blocking the heavens and the earth.

But that mighty and mighty fingerprint suddenly stagnated on the ground above Ling Xiao's head, and it was difficult to fall any further.

"Crack!"

Immediately afterwards, a crisp shattering sound came, and I saw the hundred zhang fingerprints, which shattered directly from it.

only!

Just when everyone's expressions were shocked and their eyes trembled, they heard an exclamation from the crowd again, "Quick... Look at that birdman..."

Hearing this, everyone raised their heads blankly and looked towards King Little Wing.

However, at this time, this mighty bereaved little king was also covered with layers of cracks.

A jet-black ancient flame was flowing out of his body.

even!

Even at a very long distance, at this time, all the saints in the holy realm can feel a tingling heat on their scalps.

It's as if, with their cultivation, as long as they are stained with a trace, they will be completely burned into nothingness.

"What... when..."

Above Lingshan, Ling Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

On the face of Little Wing King, there was a wisp of surprise, he nodded lightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then, I saw him stretch out two fingers, pointed to his eyes, and pointed to Ling Xiao, and said in a low voice, "Human, I remember you! Soon, we will meet again."

"Buzz!"

When the words fell, his figure shattered and opened, turning into wisps of soul light and dissipating away.

Ling Xiao shook his head and walked towards the depths of Lingshan.

Seeing this scene, a group of clan Tianjiao pondered for a moment, but in the end they did not want to miss the good fortune that came before them, and followed Ling Xiao and stepped into Lingshan.

"Go... go?"

Above the void, Ye Qiong swallowed hard, his face pale.

Broken!

The peerless evildoers who were as strong as Little Wing King and oppressed the contemporary era were all shattered in front of that human emperor.

More importantly, from the beginning to the end, he did not find out when Ling Xiao shot.

"Gollum."

The foot of the night sky was soft and almost fell from the air.

But just when he turned around and was about to flee into the sky, he saw two figures standing quietly in front of him, with gloomy smiles on their faces.

"You... what do you want to do?"

"you!"

Ning Wuchuan grinned, the formation lines in his eyes flickered, and it directly transformed into a sky-reaching formation that enveloped his figure.

"Om!"

The void is thousands of miles away, and the situation is rising again.

However, Ling Xiao's figure had already stepped on the top of the mountain and appeared in front of the ancient temple.

Behind him, a group of clan Tianjiao stood quietly, not daring to take half a step.

"Senior Sister Li, the fluctuations in this hall are a bit strange. I'm afraid there is an ancient prohibition. If you want to go in, follow me, but other school disciples, it's better to stay outside."

Ling Xiao frowned, glanced at the depths of the ancient palace, and suddenly turned to face Li Zhichu behind him.

"Ah? Ah! Emperor... I listen to you..."

"Senior Sister Li, you and I are old acquaintances, so this kind of birth is out of sight."

Ling Xiao smiled and waved his palm lightly, turning it into a soft light and dragging Li Zhichu to his side.

Behind the two, a group of school disciples bowed and bowed before retreating into the distance without taking a step forward.

With Ling Xiao's conduct, since the road ahead is dangerous, it must contain real danger.

And once they break in rashly, they are likely to die.

"Let's go."

As for the others, Ling Xiao didn't bother to pay any attention, pushed open the hall door, and walked into it with Li Zhichu.

Until the figures of the two disappeared, the people on the mountain just looked at each other, seeming to ponder.

But in the end, for them, this Lingshan Hall is the last chance for them to get good luck.

Once missed, I am afraid that this trip to the ancient world will be difficult to gain.

As for the danger in it, since it is on this road, there should be nothing to fear.

"Whizzing!"

Accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, one after another silhouettes stepped in and disappeared into the stone hall.

Soon, there were only a few school disciples left on the mountain peak.

The figures of Xiao Pian and Ning Wuchuan also swept from the bottom of the mountain and appeared in front of the main hall.

"Um?"

Looking at the school disciples in front of him, Xiao Ping frowned slightly, as if he had guessed, "You'd better not wait here, with the emperor here, Junior Sister Li is absolutely not in danger, but the three leftover clans fell here, I'm afraid There will soon be a real powerhouse.”

"This…"

Several school disciples looked at each other and bowed to Xiao Ping again, "Thank you, Clan Master Xiao."

And as Xiao Pian and Ning Wuchuan walked into the stone hall, Lingshan, which was once bustling and prosperous, fell into a dead silence again.

Only the bloodstains that have not dried up at the foot of the mountain and the many scattered corpses seem to remind passers-by that a shocking battle has occurred here!