Chapter 537: Still the Holy King

"—This is one step to nine steps!"

When the exclamation sounded, there was another silence in the area of ​​a hundred feet.

Isn't that so? At this time, Zong Shou almost every step up, a ninth-level monk was beheaded by him, and died on the spot!

Xuanyuantong was equally astonished, he knew that there were four thousand blood clouds riding there. In today's battle on Mount Xiaoshan, Zong Shou will undoubtedly win.

I also know that my son-in-law is already very strong, but it is scary to hear that he is so strong.

Even Zong Shou who had witnessed Zong Shou's astonishing talent and the integration of spirit and martial arts after he was drunk still found it inconceivable.

In Kong Yao's eyes, there was also a bit of worry. In the east of the cloud world, the rise of such a powerful country and such a British lord may be a disaster rather than a blessing to their great merchants.

Suddenly there was a slight movement in my heart, I just felt something was wrong. Using the secret technique of blood, a bloodstain suddenly appeared between her eyebrows. Once again, he looked at the figure who was not far from the top of the mountain.

Then that delicate face suddenly turned slightly pale, and I saw that every time Zong Shou took a step, there was a trace of white air between the sky and the earth, converging on it, it was clearly Wang Qi! Maybe Zong Shou didn't realize it at this time, and he did it unintentionally.

However, she could vaguely feel that Zong Shou at this time, every time he approached the mountain top, every time he killed a ninth-level monk. The white gas is even more intense!

It is faintly felt that the luck of the entire east facing Yunlu is gradually gathered in Zong Shou! Faintly, they gathered into a faint dragon shape.

It is clear that the general trend has come, and the dragon bodies will gather! As long as the country is founded and sacrificed to heaven, it will be the ancestor of the country immediately.

But at this time, what puzzled her the most was the 'royal air', which was still the same as before, pure white and flawless, without any variegated colors, but a bit more pure.

——It’s still the ‘spirit of the holy king’!

Kong Yao couldn't understand it, and he couldn't believe it, this blood cloud riding here has killed nearly a million people. Those scattered soldiers must not let them go. Acting violently, without even the slightest bit of benevolence.

But why is he still the Holy King?

I also thought of my majesty, who took good care of his vassals, and rewarded Nian Nian with generous gifts.

If there is no righteousness, he will never mobilize troops easily, and he never likes to kill. Whenever the north and south borders provoke, he will restrain himself again and again. Even if the people are occasionally killed or injured, at most it is just a question. It also avoids that when the war breaks out, it will cost the people and money, and cause countless casualties.

Almost every few years, the world will be pardoned and sinners will be forgiven. Being praised by the world, he is a truly benevolent king!

But why, they are not as good as the barbarians here?

Could it be that what Confucianism says is actually wrong? The real way to be a king is to be king inside and bully outside, not to be king inside and outside sage?

How can this be?

Isn't the great emperor of the Qin Dynasty who conquered countless conquests in the past a lesson? This man was domineering, but died in the second generation—afterwards, there were several emperors with the word "Wu" as their posthumous titles, all of whom suffered great declines in national power because of their hegemony.

So could it be said that the way of heaven has changed?

There was a moment of dizziness in my mind, and various thoughts sprang up one after another. Kong Yao only felt that she was going crazy.

Incredible, really incredible! There must be a mistake—"Sure enough, among the six swords of the cloud world, there is no weak one! The disciples of the dragon shadow are indeed amazing!"

Shui Lingxiao sighed. As if he didn't know that Zong Shou was Tan Qiu, and Tan Qiu's swordsmanship had already surpassed Lei Dong a few months ago. At this time, he shook his head slightly, and said again: "This battle is about to end, and my Qilingzong wants to take advantage, but we can't let people say that our Qiling doesn't have any strength. Fellow sects, please gather!"

Following her words, Shui Lingxiao's body also rose into the air. A trace of spiritual power extends from around the body.

And many female monks from the Seven Spirit Sect around them also took to the air one after another, arranged according to their cultivation level. After taking over Shui Lingxiao's spiritual network, he also stretched out more spiritual energy channels.

But a dozen breaths is just a big formation. There are also countless spiritual patterns and countless flying talismans, which have been generated one after another.

At this time, Shui Lingxiao looked far away, but she could not see any spiritual spells or mantras spoken by her. But tens of thousands of feet away, the great formation protecting the mountain on the top of Shangxiao Mountain suddenly twisted its hole. A full tenth of a huge force was torn apart!

※※※※"Not bad! That's how it should be. Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill well! My apprentice of Longying should have the power to dominate the world!"

In the void, Taoist Longying was laughing out loud, extremely cheerful and also full of complacency.

"What a Blood Cloud Cavalry! Since you have such a strong army, you should be more forthright. These local chickens and dogs can be wiped out. What's the point of righteousness—"

Suddenly, there was a movement in his heart, and Long Ying smiled "Hey". "That person can't bear it anymore!"

Ao Kun slightly raised his eyebrows: "Are you asking Xu?"

"Who else? Of course it's the ancestor of the Lingyun Sect!"

Long Ying sneered: "I'll take a step first and stop him! You come over later, those godlands and fairylands, as many as they can be destroyed, I can destroy as many as they can! It's okay to kill as many as possible!"

Ao Kun smiled and did not speak. There was a fierce light in his eyes. I licked my lips, I haven't killed for a long time, but it's a pity that human flesh and blood don't taste very good.

It was also thanks to those of his former clan that he had such a good appetite.

But Long Ying ignored him, knowing that this old friend, even if he was sealed for ten thousand years, his nature would hardly change.

Tore open the void, and crossed several worlds in an instant.

Then the next moment, I 'saw' a young Taoist from a distance, who was also tearing apart the void quickly.

In fact, at this time, the two of them were in the void stack and could not see. However, Longying's spiritual sense can sense it. A cultivator's spiritual consciousness is sometimes better than his eyes.

As soon as he arrived here, Long Ying was amused: "Qian Xu, where are you going? Do you want the old man to accompany you?"

The young Taoist also seemed to have expected that the dragon shadow would come. Turned around with a calm expression, and said without hesitation: "Brother Longying, why bother to ask knowingly? Your disciple is a master of chess today. If you don't save him, I am afraid that the Shangxiao Sect will perish soon, and the Lingyun Sect will also lose its strength." Big loss. You can't sit idly by!"

Long Ying nodded with a smile, then squinted his eyes and asked: "So what do you think, will I, Long Ying, let you go there like this?"

"Won't!"

Xu Wen shook his head resolutely, his tone was still calm and unwavering: "So this time, I didn't intend to go to the cloud world in person."

While he was speaking, in this space-time layer, suddenly two auras not weaker than the two of them appeared behind Long Ying, a few layers away.

Immediately, Long Ying also had a surge of sword intent, and his thoughts swept across the two people behind him, and he knew their strength well, and they were also in the middle stage of the holy realm.

"The strength is not bad! I just asked you, you really have a wide circle of friends, and these strong people can form an arm to help them, please move them. Just ask you, do you think that the mere three of you will be able to win against me, Longying?"

"You can't win, you have to fight to know!"

Xu Wen shook his head slightly, took a sword and held it in his hand. And the space-time stack around the body was forcibly distorted.

"It doesn't matter whether you can win or not. As long as you can drag your dragon shadow for a while. Your apprentice is indeed a great talent. After a few years, he quietly restored the blood cloud cavalry It's a pity, but I don't know, as long as we are willing to pay the price, don't care about those several world protectors, and want to kill them, it's really easy—"

At this time, Long Ying was more and more happy, laughing loudly: "It's enough to hold on! It just so happens that I, Long Ying, also have this intention! Why don't you and I just wait here? But I'm afraid to ask , you can't wait—"

Only then did Xu Wen's expression startle slightly, revealing a bit of astonishment.

At the same time, not far from where the two of them were hiding. Dozens of tyrannical auras, like meteors, travel through space faults one by one. Go to where the cloud world is, and fly away.

The head of more than a dozen escaping lights is Shenxiao. At this moment, his eyes were full of fury and impatience.

The lifespan of a cultivator does not reach the ultimate state, and is ultimately limited. The ancestors of the previous generations of Shangxiao Xuanlingzong have all died at the end of their lives.

Among the disciples of all generations, he is the most respected god. The Shangxiao Sect, which was originally a small frontier sect, continued to grow under his hands and became the third of the Nineteen Spiritual Lands.

Seeing Shangxiaozong at this time, his vitality was seriously injured, and his death was imminent. How can you not be angry, how can you not be in a hurry——Zong Shou, Blood Cloud Cavalry!

Once they entered the cloud realm, the four venerables would be rushed to them with just one breath.

However, the situation is different if all the mana energy in the body is suppressed below the ninth level.

With his tyrannical physical body, divine strength, and mastery of the laws of heaven and earth. Killing that Blood Cloud Cavalry, that Qiantian Demon King, is just a flip of the palm!

While thinking, he communicated with the surrounding monks who were also in the divine realm through spiritual thoughts.

Suddenly, in the void, a big hand slammed.

Shen Xiao was startled and hurriedly dodged. There are two people beside them, and they can't avoid them. One of them was slammed by the giant palm. It was directly smashed into pieces.

The person who died was the peak cultivator of the Lingyun Sect in Immortal Realm. And the other person who was seriously injured was his junior brother, one of the only three gods in the Shenxiao Sect!

Shen Xiao suddenly felt that his eyes were about to burst, and he was terrified in his heart. He looked towards the void, where the giant palm came from.

"Who is it? Why did you sneak attack me?"

The next moment, a young man's figure suddenly appeared in front of their eyes, with a playful and bloodthirsty smile on his lips.

"It's me, Ao Kun! But you want to go to the Cloud Realm and go up to Xiaoshan Mountain? Then I can only say sorry! Your life, I, Ao Kun, take it here—"

As soon as the voice fell, the boy pointed at one of them in the air. On the opposite side, a fairyland cultivator from the Divine Firmament Sect was immediately struck by a strange force. Torn to pieces!

The young man frowned, and then admired in his heart, this way of destroying Dafa is really easy to use.

At this time, Shen Xiao felt a complete coldness in his heart. The person in front of him is actually a holy land!

What is the relationship with that Zongshou, to help him?