Chapter 933： A sacrifice

"But... Young Master..."

"It's nothing, Xing Lao, you have never understood the horror of the Primordial Ling Clan. Although the Xuanyuan Clan is the Qingcang Emperor, in the eyes of the Ling Clan, it may not be an upper arm at all."

Xuexiyan looked cold and looked at the sky, "So, let alone destroying a sea-viewing city, even if this clan is uprooted, if it is beneficial to the Ling clan, they will not hesitate at all."

"Yes! Young Master."

Xing Lao's eyes condensed slightly, but in the end he didn't dare to say anything, and turned back.

In this young monarch, he did see the demeanor of the world master Zeng Qingqing, in control of everything.

And this is why he surrendered himself and was willing to assist him.

It wasn't until Xing Lao walked away that the expression on Xue Xiyan's face gradually turned cold.

He flicked his palm, and an ancient golden clock suddenly appeared in front of him.

On the body of the bell, there are countless inscriptions engraved, the monster bird Dapeng, and the palace Weiyue.

It's just that these inscriptions are not static, but they are constantly wandering and changing, like the rebirth of the era, the eternal evolution, and the mysterious and mysterious.

Zhuozhuo Qinghui blooms leisurely, encompassing all the world's wastes, and the boundless good fortune, it is the universe of its own.

"This era, after all, belongs to me, the Ling clan... this time you are too careless."

To the north of Qingcangjie, the territory of the Ling clan.

This domain name is the domain of the gods, and is where the ancestral land of the Ling clan is located.

And under this **** battle realm, there are still nine hundred star realms that are born dependent on the Ling clan.

Among them, some of the famous ancient immortal sects in the Qingcang realm were also vassals of the Ling clan.

At this moment, in the sky above the **** battle domain, black clouds suddenly gathered, and the sound of breaking through the air suddenly resounded.

I saw a black figure standing in the void, overlooking the mountains and rivers below.

Beside him, Ling Tu's figure crouched, and there was a touch of humility on the old face.

"Young Master, this is the ancestral land of my Ling clan, the battlefield of the gods."

"Um."

Ling Xiao nodded lightly, her eyes calm.

At this moment, he could see that in the depths of the god's realm, the heavens and the earth, thousands of peaks, there are endless circulations of Taoist rhymes, evolving the rules of order.

Hundreds of millions of lines hang down like a galaxy, in which the spirit is vast, and the aura that can be seen by the naked eye surges and opens, like a sea tide, with ear-piercing buzzing.

There are ten dragon veins in the Lingxiao domain.

But compared with the aura of the Ling clan's ancestral land, it was actually somewhat inferior.

The upper bound is vast, which is evident.

No wonder this monk in the lower realm of the holy state desperately practiced soaring, and with such a spiritual level alone, I am afraid that he has been in the lower realm for a hundred years after practicing for a few years.

"Om."

And just as Ling Xiao sighed secretly in his heart, two surprises swept across the depths of that ancestral land, and they arrived in front of him in a blink of an eye.

In the first place, there is a handsome middle-aged man with sword eyebrows and star eyes, full of spirits like jade, and every gesture is natural, in harmony with the aura of heaven and earth.

And behind him, followed by a white-haired and black-robed old man with a fierce expression.

At this moment, both of them looked at Ling Xiao with a smile on their faces, with awe in their eyes.

"Meet the thirteen ancestors, and the clan leader."

The nine elders, three thousand black demon guards suddenly bowed and bowed to the old man.

"Go down, Young Master, please come with me."

Ling Yuan, the thirteen ancestor of the Ling clan, is also the most familiar ancestor of the Ling clan.

Regardless of his youthful appearance, his life span has reached 60,000 years, but he is the strongest person in the Ling clan's apparent cultivation level, the fifth rank Tian Zhizun.

And the old man behind him was Ling Xiao's nominal grandfather, Ling Cangming, the clan leader of the Ling clan.

What makes people feel strange is that at this time, the thirteen ancestors also called Ling Xiao... Young Master.

The three walked in the air, and Ling Xiao once again saw the horror of the Taikoo family on the way.

I saw that the territory here was vast enough for thousands of miles, and it was several times larger than the Holy State.

But this is just the ancestral land of the Ling clan, not the territory controlled by the Ling clan.

Among them, the city is densely populated with tyrannical auras one after another, and there is an ancient and terrifying divine power that fluctuates hidden in the dark, and a single ray of energy seems to contain the rhyme of heaven, which makes people feel terrified.

"Young Master, the Dragon Soul of Shengzhou, you have already merged, right?"

Ling Yuanxing turned his head and looked at the young man beside him. Although he was a heavenly supreme, he was not half arrogant in front of Ling Xiao, but his attitude was extremely humble.

"Um."

Ling Xiao nodded indifferently, but there was some doubt in his heart.

Looking at the attitude of the Ling people towards him, it was obvious that he was regarded as the reincarnation of a demon.

It's just that this ancient clan was established by the strong man of the Heavenly Demon Palace, but how did it escape the eyes of the immortal clan and stand so blatantly in the blue realm?

"That's good! This dragon soul is an innate spirit, which can conceal the demon aura in your body. As long as you don't actively use the power of the demon, you will not be noticed."

Ling Yuanxing smiled indifferently, "Lord, please don't blame me. I dare not call the word "Lord" directly before others. You should use this little idea to refer to the young lord, otherwise I am afraid that it will attract a lot of suspicion."

"I understand."

Ling Xiao nodded indifferently, and understood this.

A group of supreme and powerful people, if people call him Lord, wouldn't they tell the world directly that he is a reincarnation and his status is noble?

After all, the word “Tian Mo” is a common taboo of nine days. Although the world master is missing, the world master’s hall is still the master of the blue sky. There are countless strong people, and this power is the inheritance of the true immortal family, not the immortal like the Ye family Clan vassal, once his identity arouses suspicion, it is bound to have many more setbacks.

The villain, if you don't want to die, don't ask for it.

The identity of the young master of the Ling clan is enough for him to run wild in this world.

And only if he is strong enough to compete with the ancient gods of the immortal clan, then is the opportunity for the birth of the heavenly demon.

Hidden behind the scenes, revealing all the secrets of the world, is the correct way to open this fairy road.

The Primordial Ling Clan is strong, but it is only in the Qing Cang realm.

Who knows what kind of magnificent waves are above this world?

"When I was in the upper realm, the immortal mogu clock in the main hall of the realm once issued a warning. I don't know how you waited to cover it up?"

"Lord, wait a minute, you will know later."

Ling Yuanxing stopped and looked at the magnificent ancient temple under him, "Lord, please."

Until the three figures fell from the sky, there was already a figure waiting in the hall.

It was a middle-aged man wearing mysterious clothes, with an airy temperament and clear eyes. He was holding a paper fan, quite a little bit out of dust.

"This is a well-known strong man in the Qingcang realm, Zhuge Yuntian, and also the master of the Shenji Sect, who has the talents of the heavens and the earth. Of course, what the world does not know is that his surname is Ling, but he is a member of the Ling clan."

Ling Yuanxing stood on the temple with his hands shouldered and introduced to Ling Xiao.

"Meet Young Master!"

Zhuge Yuntian looked respectful and bowed.

"Sect Master of Shenji is a powerhouse of the fifth stage of the Holy Realm. He has traveled through the blue sky for thousands of years and watched the rise and fall of the world. He has a lot of knowledge about the general trend of this realm. Today I called him to make the Lord as soon as possible. Understand the Qing Cang world."

Ling Yuanxing's eyes suddenly flickered, "Yun Tian."

"It is Yuntian's honor to be able to sacrifice his life for the young master."

Zhuge Yuntian shook his head and chuckled, suddenly lost his aura, and said to Ling Xiao, "Young Master, please."

"Um?"

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, but when he saw the decisive look on Zhuge Yuntian's face, he immediately understood the meaning of his "please".

It turned out that this person was just a tool prepared by the Primordial Ling Clan for Ling Xiao to understand the general trend of Qing Cang.

The fifth stage of the holy realm, although not the top of the Qing Cang, but placed in the ordinary orthodoxy, it is also the elders.

But in the eyes of the Ling Clan, he was just a sacrifice, nothing more.