Chapter 1089： End of the game

"Young Master! Do you want to send someone to the lower realm to release those evil clan demon gates in the chaos?"

Ling Yuanxing smiled indifferently, the more chaotic Qing Cang was, only then could he completely distract the immortal forces from all sides and give Ling Xiao more time to grow up.

What's more, the ancestors of those evil races were all killed by the realm master, and they were suppressed for tens of thousands of years. The hatred of the realm master hall in their hearts can be imagined.

"No, block the news, don't let any party know about this."

Ling Xiao shook his head slightly, her eyes deep.

Now that the necromantic world has just been turbulent, I am afraid that many destinies have not yet emerged.

And what he has to do is to give them some time to grow up, ask them to quietly top the top, and then surprise the world.

At that time, he only needs to inquire a little to know who is the leek and who is the rotten shrimp. It is naturally much easier to harvest.

In a land of the lower realm, even if the aura recovers, the growth time of these destinies is extremely limited.

Even if you have adverse weather luck, how can you compete with Lingxiao?

"Young Master, at most one year, the turmoil in this small world will inevitably be known to the Realm Master Hall..."

Ling Yuanxing pondered a little. As he thought, this world had just been turbulent, and it was the best time to take control.

Although the strongest people in this realm are not in the holy realm, there are many shocking talents who suppress cultivation and avoid natural disasters.

As long as such a person leads to the upper realm, the realm definition will rise, stepping out of the shackles in one fell swoop.

"One year? It's enough. One year later, news came out, saying that the spiritual energy of this world has recovered, and there are immortal traces in this world. It is likely to be the secret of becoming immortal. By then, the main hall of the world will not be able to suppress Qing Cang. The greed of the forces."

A scarlet color flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and within a year, at the speed of his cultivation, the first level of the Holy Realm almost killed indiscriminately.

At that time, the fate of the upper realm and the leeks from the lower realm will gather together, which is comparable to... a full-fledged banquet!

"Yes!"

Ling Yuanxing didn't say much. Out of absolute trust in Ling Xiao, he believed that Young Master's move must have its purpose!

Ling Xiao looked at the sound transmission note in his hand, with a heartfelt smile on his face.

Really, the harder you work, the luckier it is.

"boom!"

Then, he suddenly swung his palm, directly smashing the body of Emperor Yanlong onto a complex totem in the middle of the ancient temple.

After a breath, the red light bloomed on the totem, and the body of Emperor Yanlong almost dried up at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Roar!"

The loud dragon roar resounded throughout the world, and only a flame dragon phantom appeared in the sky, and the door of the ancient temple opened suddenly at this time.

Ling Xiao's expression remained unchanged, and with a thought, Ye Zu's corpse puppet stepped into the hall first.

Now his two incarnations, the Purple Qi Wugou Dao Body, are in the ancestral land of the Ling Clan, bewildering the eyes of the world.

The Immortal Saint of Chaos holds the magic blade of reincarnation and collects blood souls along the flame dragon army.

Although the seal of this ancient temple had been broken, he could not tolerate any carelessness.

It wasn't until Ye Zu's figure disappeared that Ling Xiao stepped out and walked into the hall.

I saw this hall, almost the same as that of the Golden Crow God Dynasty, the bluestone hall was filled with the power of the hot sun.

And at the end of the ancient temple, a Sendai bloomed with shining fairy light, sealing evil things.

"Wind chimes."

Ling Xiao called out softly, and saw a slender figure in a black dress suddenly emerged and stood in front of him.

The divine power contained in this drop of divine blood is too majestic.

If the people of the fairy clan were blinded by him and suppressed the power of the blood with the power of the soul, I was afraid that with the strength of Ling Xiao, it would consume a lot of attention to seal it.

However, since Feng Chime promised to help, Ling Xiao would naturally not let go of such an opportunity.

"Can you seal this blood?"

Ling Xiao looked forward to it, he was always curious about the strength of the wind chimes.

The strange fluctuations that were different from spiritual power, soul power, or even the power of Taoism were really mysterious.

"I said, there is no power in this world that I can't seal."

Feng Ling's pretty face was indifferent, and then without waiting for Ling Xiao to open his mouth, his jade hand suddenly protruded, only to see that the turbulent Yin Ming and the power of the sun in the temple suddenly stagnated, and they decayed and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This…"

Rao is Ling Xiao's disposition, at this time all looks absurd.

This girl obviously doesn't have a trace of cultivation, why can she control such a terrifying power?

"Wind chimes, the ninth floor of the glazed ancient tower, what is there besides the devil bone?"

"And I."

A touch of cunning bloomed on Feng Ling's face, and he casually captured the blood of the gods and the broken disc from the sky, and threw them to Ling Xiao.

"Is there anything else? It's okay I'm going back."

"and many more!"

Ling Xiao took the two treasures and deposited the drop of the **** blood in the Ling clan's ancestor order, "Hehe, wind chime, this **** blood... there are two more drops, look..."

"Don't think about it!"

"Do you want to fight with me? As long as you can help me get these two drops of blood and the pan, I promise, I will fight you well."

Ling Xiao smiled gently, with a temptation tone.

However, Feng Ling’s eyes flashed a moment of hesitation, and finally he let out a cold snort, "This is what you said!"

"Of course!"

The smile on Ling Xiao's face grew thicker, and he waved to the wind chime.

only! !

The moment he turned around, behind him, there was a clear flash of...inexplicable sadness in the girl's eyes.

That little face, which was originally innocent and flawless, was a touch of vicissitudes that did not match her age.

Until the two of them walked out of the ancient temple, a strong **** breath suddenly rushed toward their faces.

I saw Xiong Huan, Duan Ying, and Shi Potian standing quietly in front of the temple, their eyes calm and blood stains all over their bodies.

"Lord! The essence of the Yanlong God Dynasty is here."

Duplicating Shadow with both hands, handed a Qiankun bag to Ling Xiao, glanced at Feng Ling with a surprised look, full of fear in the depths of his eyes.

"Master Feng Ling."

"The double shadow, you, Feng Chime, Shi Potian, and Xiong Huan are going to the Xuanwu God Dynasty, wait for my news, and seize the sealed thing."

Ling Xiao said indifferently, and seemed to be a little uneasy. With a light wave of his palm, Ye Zu's corpse puppet suddenly appeared in front of several people.

"You take this corpse puppet."

"Yes! Lord!"

The double shadow beautiful eyes trembled, bowed and bowed.

"What about you, where are you going?"

Feng Ling snorted and glanced at Ling Xiao lightly.

"I went to Gu Lin and persuaded them not to fight anymore. If they fight again, the court will be gone.

Ling Xiao smiled and stepped out, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place.

It is better not to find a stand-in for a play that should be performed in person.

Dedication requires attitude!

At the same time, Gu Lin borders.

Chen Qingshan led a group of Gantian disciples along the city, collecting blood spirits along the way.

At this time, the only Sacred Realm leader of the Gantian God Sect had disappeared inexplicably, and the faces of the remaining group of Venerable Realm disciples were full of trepidation.

There had been news from Ling Xiao before, asking him to lead these disciples to Ruiguang City. It seemed that this chess game was nearing its end.

"Leader Chen...Where are we going now?"

"Just now, there was news from Prince Gu Yue that the treasures of the Yanlong Emperor City have been obtained, and you have done a great job!"

Chen Qingshan's eyes were calm, and he shouted in a deep voice, "The second prince said, the lord is very happy and will reward you...