Chapter 1364: Death of the Saint King

In the Northern Sky Broken Realm, it was originally just a small tribe that was not well-known. Later, it obtained some skills of the human race and began to have immortal cultivators.

Most of the multi-armed tribe members live in the wild mountains and forests in the west of the Baitian Broken Realm. Except for a few immortal cities, most ordinary multi-armed tribe members still live like savages, relying on hunting and fishing for a living.

The multi-armed tribe members who can practice will have a higher status in the tribe, and they are also divided into multiple levels according to the number of arms.

Since the birth of a nine-armed saint king in the multi-armed tribe, the status of the multi-armed tribe has immediately risen, becoming the second-class race in the Northern Sky Broken Realm besides the Tianmu tribe, on par with the Feiyu tribe and the Baitong tribe.

Most of the Feiyu tribe members live in the mountains in the northeast of the Northern Sky Broken Realm and have no contact with the multi-armed tribe. The Baitong tribe has a deep relationship with the Tianmu tribe and is also the target that the multi-armed tribe dare not provoke easily.

In this way, the large number of human races have become the first choice for the multi-armed tribe to exclude.

For countless years, the human race has always had Mahayana cultivators. In addition to the advantage in numbers, even the number of top-level Tribulation Crossing cultivators is far greater than that of the Multi-Armed Clan. Therefore, for many years, the Multi-Armed Clan has not dared to attack the human race.

Since the disappearance of the Mahayana cultivators of the human race ten thousand years ago, the Multi-Armed Clan finally couldn't hold back and began to take action.

The Baohua Sea that Xiao Lin experienced in the past was just one point in it. At present, the Multi-Armed Clan's exclusion of the human race has shown a surface trend.

Fortunately, the entire Beitian Fragmented Realm is not connected. It is a large piece of fragments in the northwest corner of the Beitian Domain. Most of the good places that can be pieced together are occupied by the Tianmu Clan.

The remaining areas are also very poor in immortal cultivation resources, so most immortal cultivators will go outside the North Sea to find immortal mountains and spiritual islands and collect various immortal cultivation resources. Although it is hard, at least there are gains.

Faced with the oppression of the Multi-Armed Clan, the human race could only endure it. Although according to the unspoken rules of the spiritual world, Mahayana cultivators rarely intervene in the field disputes of such cultivation world.

But in fact, the high-level leaders of the race also knew that this was because with the Mahayana cultivators in charge, they usually didn't need to take action at all. Just the shock was enough to make the other party's top-level Tribulation Crossing cultivators dare not act rashly.

As for the high-level cultivators below, they would naturally endure it if they could. Although there might be small-scale resistance, it usually didn't cause any waves.

This is the advantage of a race having Mahayana cultivators. It can completely expand the territory of its race without bloodshed. For countless years, the thousands of races in the spiritual world have been like this.

Shengwang Mountain

The surrounding area is millions of miles long. The entire mountain range is full of mountains that rise and fall one after another. I don't know how many there are.

Thousands of years ago, this place was called the Barbarian Mountain. Although the Multi-Armed Tribe had many cultivators, they had always been looked down upon by many races in the Northern Sky Fragment Realm. They were regarded as barbarians and were not welcomed by the major immortal cities.

Until thousands of years ago, a Saint King suddenly appeared in the Multi-armed Clan. Saint King is the name given by the Multi-armed Clan to their newly born Mahayana ancestor, which seems to be deliberately different from the name of the Saint Ancestor of the Demonic Path and the Dark Ancestor of the Ghost Path.

After all, those who can be crowned with the title of Saint Ancestor and Dark Ancestor are just like the Spiritual Lord of the Immortal Path, who have cultivated the power of rules to perfection.

Such an existence, both in terms of strength and status in the spiritual world, is far superior to ordinary Mahayana cultivators. This Mahayana Multi-armed Clan cultivator obviously also knows these taboos, so he took the opportunity to give himself the title of Saint King.

Saint King Mountain is nearly ten thousand feet high and reaches the sky. It is the highest peak in this mountain range. There are four dragon spirit ancestral veins gathered around it. The spiritual energy is abundant. It is the place where the Saint King of the Multi-armed Clan cultivates in seclusion.

The mountain top was thousands of feet high, and the surroundings were filled with strong winds. Ordinary people could not stand here at all. However, on the top of the Holy King Mountain, there stood a palace built of huge stones. On the palace, three large characters [Holy King Palace] were written crookedly in the language of the Multi-Armed Clan.

Outside the Holy King Palace, there were two rows of eight four-armed guards, all of whom held their heads high. It was an absolute honor for them to be able to stand guard for the Holy King. Even if they returned to the tribe in the future, it would be something they could brag about for the rest of their lives.

Suddenly, the sky above the Holy King Palace was filled with wind and howling. At some point, a large piece of dark clouds flew over and instantly covered the entire Holy King Mountain.

The Holy King Mountain was thousands of feet high, and it had long exceeded the height of the clouds. Logically speaking, dark clouds could not appear here.

The eight guards were also alert, looking up at the sky with vigilant expressions.

But before they could make any move, the astonishing pressure from the void suddenly came down, and the eight guards had no time to react at all, and they exploded one after another, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. The rocks around the palace also exploded one after another, and the explosions continued.

"Ong~~" A cold snort came from the Holy King Palace, and then a pressure rose from the palace. The two pressures collided in the air, and immediately burst into circles of ripples, shooting in all directions.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Holy King Palace?" A loud shout came, and then a huge shadow emerged from the palace, about a hundred feet tall. It was a burly man with green hair and fangs, nine arms, and a foreign costume woven with green vines. He was staring at the void with a pair of big eyes like Tongling.

There was a vigilant and solemn light in his eyes.

"Holy King Palace? I have been hiding for many years. I didn't expect that the monkeys would come out to claim the throne. It would be fine if they claimed the throne on your Monkey Mountain, but you bullied my people. Don't you know that your Multi-Armed Clan was originally a wild people? If it weren't for the help of my human skills, there would be no place for you to stand in this Beitian Fragmented Realm. It would be fine if you were ungrateful, but you took advantage of my absence to oppress my people and squeeze the living space of the human race. You really don't know how to live or die."

A huge vortex began to rotate in the void, and endless light gray clouds gathered together and then turned into a human face. If Xiao Lin was there, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this person was Huanling Zun, Huantianmou.

The nine-armed sturdy man heard this and immediately showed an angry expression. His voice exploded in the void like thunder: "Who are you, fellow Daoist? How dare you despise this Saint King so much? Do you really think that this Saint King is made of clay? The human race is weak and the fittest survive. Naturally, they should not occupy the limited resources, but should give them to our multi-armed tribe. If this Saint King did not have compassion for the world, how could he be so gentle? He would have ordered the extermination of the human race long ago."

"What a big tone, you are a barbarian, and you dare to say that you want to exterminate my race. I originally wanted to spare your life, but today it seems that you are seeking your own death, but I don't think you have the courage to do so. , tell me, is it the old monster with the sky pupil or the old monster with the earth eye? "

The strong man was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then a look of doubt appeared on his face. After a moment, he said, "It doesn't matter who it is. The important thing is that the Tianmu tribe has already begun to plan to attack you humans. We, the Multi-armed Tribe, just took the initiative. I just didn't expect that the human race would have another Mahayana cultivator. But after all, you are only one person, and even this Saint King may not be able to beat you. Moreover, according to the rules of the immortal cultivation world, we cannot interfere in the war of the immortal cultivation world. Daoyou came here this time, is it just to compete with this Saint King?"

The tone of the multi-armed Saint King slowed down slightly, and it was obvious that Huanlingzun's words hit the nail on the head.

Huanlingzun also obviously saw this, and his heart was a little solemn. The old monster Tiantong and the old demon Diyan he mentioned were the two Mahayana cultivators of the Tianmu tribe.

These two old monsters have always been low-key and cautious. Even when the human race was weak, they never took action. Now they are instigating this fool to deal with the human race behind the scenes. Obviously, they are also under pressure from behind.

Huanlingzun is not afraid of the several Mahayana cultivators of the spirit race. Even one-on-one, he has the confidence to kill them all. After all, he is a spirit lord. The difference between a spirit lord and an ordinary Mahayana cultivator is still huge, and this gap is so big that it is unimaginable. It can be said that under normal circumstances, a spirit lord can completely kill an ordinary Mahayana cultivator in seconds.

After the perfection of the rules, it will bring a series of qualitative changes to the cultivators.

It is not easy to destroy the entire spirit race by one's own strength.

Huanlingzun's hatred for the spirit race has been imprinted in his mind since he was a minor cultivator. His "disappearance" was actually caused by the spirit race. The racial hatred and personal hatred made him regard the spirit race as his mortal enemy.

With his strength as a spirit master, he can completely crush several great masters of the spirit race. However, he was calculated by the great masters of the two major tribes, the spirit race and the bone race, and fell into a trap, which made him lose his mind and wander in the star sea area of ​​the demon race for ten thousand years.

So although his strength has increased greatly this time, he is also much more cautious. The Chaos God Stone is likely to be in the spirit race. This Chaos God Stone has the ability to crack his Huantian God Gua and disrupt his control over the power of rules.

For him, it is a great threat. He must first find a way to get this Chaos God Stone, or destroy it.

In addition, he has another concern, that is, the great master in the bone race who has cultivated the rule of defeat. Now that ten thousand years have passed, he has accidentally perfected the power of rules by chance. It is hard to guarantee that the man is not the same as himself, and the power of rules is perfect.

If that person also achieved the position of Spirit Master, although he was not afraid, it would be impossible to defeat him.

Therefore, after thinking about it, the Phantom Spirit Master did not open the Mitian Fantasy with great fanfare, return to the Northern Sky Region, and sweep across the entire Northern Sky Region with a storm.

This time he had to plan before he acted, first solve the urgent threat, and then use thundering means to destroy the Spirit Clan and the Bone Clan in one fell swoop, so that the Northern Sky Region and the Xuanhuang Region would return to the control of the human race. As long as he had the resources of these two regions, it would take less than ten thousand years for new Mahayana cultivators to be born, thus truly consolidating the status of the human race.

If the Bone Clan cultivator who had comprehended the rules of defeat also cultivated the power of rules to perfection, then his idea of ​​plotting the Xuanhuang Region would basically be in vain.

The existence of a Spirit Master can almost make a race prosper for a long time, and almost no race would try to destroy a race with a Spirit Master.

Moreover, in the spiritual world, almost all of the powerful super tribes have spiritual masters, saint ancestors and dark ancestors.

After understanding that the multi-armed tribe was instructed by the Tianmu tribe, Huanlingzun also understood that the people of the spirit tribe obviously knew that the North Sky Region they controlled was not legitimate. After the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, the spirit tribe took the opportunity to steal the territory controlled by the human race. Moreover, this process was extremely bloody, which made the human race remember it deeply. Even in the classics of many sects, this past was recorded, reminding the disciples of the sects to remember this blood feud.

Above the void, Huanlingzun's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the rotating vortex began to emerge with endless Dao patterns, densely packed, instantly covering the entire sky.

The strong man above the Holy King Palace was shocked when he saw the dense Dao patterns, and his face was full of horror.

"The power of rules is perfect? ​​Lord Lingzun, spare my life."

The Mahayana cultivator of the Multi-Armed Clan had never thought that the weak human race would give birth to a Lingzun. He knew very well what Lingzun represented. It was an existence with perfect rule power. Every move could perfectly match the power of heaven and earth, and possessed the power to destroy the world.

At this moment, he didn't care about his face as a Mahayana cultivator, and actually begged for mercy.

But there was no response above the void, only the vortex full of Dao patterns, slowly pressing down towards the Holy King Mountain.

The entire Holy King Mountain, before the vortex pressed down, began to ripple around it, and the entire mountain seemed to become less clear at this moment.

Within thousands of miles around the Holy King Mountain, countless multi-armed people also saw this scene.

But they didn't know what happened, and thought that their Holy King was practicing some kind of magical secrets. Many multi-armed people even cheered loudly, and more knelt on the ground, kowtowed and prayed.

Only this Mahayana cultivator of the multi-armed tribe knew what he was about to face.

This was a perfect blow of the power of perfect rules. As the saying goes, everyone is an ant under the way of heaven. With the pressure of the vortex, the Holy King Palace was the first to be unable to support this huge force and began to fall apart.

After a while, the entire palace was completely turned into dust. This was not over yet. The vortex continued to press down, and the thick Holy King Mountain, under this vortex, also collapsed one after another. As long as the broken rocks touched the runes in the vortex, they immediately turned into dust silently.

The ten thousand feet high Saint King Mountain fell apart under the gaze of countless multi-armed tribesmen.

The power that erupted from Saint King Mountain could not stop the downward pressure of the vortex.

"Master Lingzun, as long as you can spare my life, I am willing to lead the multi-armed tribe, forever submit to the human race, and never betray." A terrified voice came from the mountain.

It clearly entered the ears of countless multi-armed tribesmen around, and these multi-armed tribesmen were immediately stunned. They only heard at this moment that the one who begged for mercy was actually their Saint King.

"Ah~~"

Unfortunately, before they woke up from the shock, accompanied by a shrill scream, the vortex that only covered a hundred miles had already pressed to the ground. After the scream disappeared, it gradually dissipated, revealing a clear void.

However, the holy place in the hearts of the multi-armed people, the Holy King Mountain, has disappeared, leaving only a dark, bottomless pit.