Chapter 1808 The Emperor's Son Comes

"Senior Brother Ning?!"

Li Zhichu and the others raised their heads and looked at the figure standing quietly in the sky, their eyes trembling with astonishment.

Especially the palm print just now contained supreme dominance, and it was not something that ordinary saints could resist.

How long has it been?

It has only been two years since Ning Wuchuan followed Ling Xiao.

But in just two years, the strength of the head disciple of the formation seems to have surpassed the crowd.

Unreachable, not a level at all!

"Zhengyuan, Ning Chuan?"

Bai Zi frowned slightly, not as calm and composed as before.

There are not a few people who Qingcang knows about this lunatic.

However, most people's impressions of him before were limited to being paranoid and trying his own way.

But when I saw him today, I realized that the strength of the head disciple of the formation was so terrifying!

That palm just now, not to mention a few disciples of the first or second rank of the Holy Realm, many descendants of the ancient clan and holy sons of the great clans present may not be able to take it.

You must know that what Ningchuan is really afraid of is the formation, not the palm print offensive.

Inexplicably, Bai Zi's eyes became more serious, obviously seeing Ning Wuchuan as his real opponent.

only! !

What is puzzling is that at this time Ning Wuchuan just stands in the void, ignoring the people below the mountain.

That posture, like a servant, is waiting for the Lord to come.

"Ning... Brother Ning..."

Li Zhichuyu lightly covered her lips with her hands, as if she had some guesses in her heart.

At this moment, at the end of the void, a figure descended again, radiant and majestic.

Even, under its feet, there seems to be a long river of time emerging from the sky and the earth, in which the ancient monster roars, the mountains pile up, and it is indescribably mysterious and shocking.

"Young master..."

Li Zhichu's eyes fluttered, and there was anticipation on her pretty face.

Even the people in the mountains had undisguised awe and hesitation in their eyes.

Those who are worthy of Ning Wuchuan's waiting must be the real top evildoers of Daotian Academy.

But, apart from the first disciple of the Fourth Academy, when did such a person appear in this school?

It wasn't until the figure stepped out of the glow and revealed its figure that the doubts on everyone's faces completely froze.

What appeared in front of everyone was a plump and wretched figure, his small eyes narrowed and he ignored it.

"This is…"

"It seems to be that... that... Xiao, what is it?"

Xiao Po stood in the void with an indifferent expression, like a god overlooking an ant, invincible.

However, at this time, his figure also never landed, but walking to Ning Wuchuan, he suddenly turned around and bowed towards the end of the void.

"Welcome to the emperor!!"

"What?!"

At this moment, the entire Lingshan suddenly fell into depression.

I saw a trace of fear surging on the faces of all the clan's Tianjiao.

Especially Bai Zi's eyes were surprised and seemed to be pondering.

Given his age and experience, it stands to reason that in the contemporary era, there is no one worthy of his fear.

But for some reason, when he heard the word "dizi", he felt a kind of fear from the inside out, and his hair stood on end.

To put it bluntly, if he knew that Ling Xiao was here, even if he was given a hundred courage, he would not dare to kill Ling Li.

After all, the contract of ten thousand races stipulates that killing in the ancient world of Huangyuan is innocent, and Ling Xiao is not enough to kill him, but the prestige of this human emperor is too strong.

I'm afraid that as long as he gives an order, there will be many arrogant and saintly women in the Qingcang world who will take the initiative to throw themselves into their arms, willing to smooth out all the hardships for him.

"Buzz!"

Thousands of miles in the void, auspicious clouds floating.

And at the end of the day, a figure in black came with his hands behind his back, walking calmly, with a look of indifference on his face.

Suddenly, the sky trembled and Lingshan buzzed.

Even the Dao of Heaven seems to be gradually collapsing, and it can't bear the emperor's anger at all!

"Greetings...greetings to the emperor!!"

On the mountain peak, countless descendants of the clan bowed down in reverence and fear.

Only now did they realize that...they had always been living in fear of being dominated by the emperor's son.

That kind of crushing momentum is far more terrifying than the holy will of the Great Dao.

It was as if, standing there, he represented an irresistible majesty!

Contemporary Emperor! !

"Ling Li, did you kill him?"

Ling Xiao's eyes swept across the crowd calmly, and finally set his sights on the handsome figure in white.

The Holy Son of Taiyuan, the peak of the Holy Realm, the Holy Body of Xuanyang, and thirteen thousand luck.

An ordinary little leek.

"Hmph, in the battle of good fortune, life and death don't matter."

Bai Zi snorted coldly, instinctively feeling a kind of uneasiness.

However, it was only three years since Ling Xiao was born, and he didn't believe that this young man had the strength to suppress him.

As long as he doesn't shake people today, Bai Zi doesn't mind letting him recognize his own strength.

"The battle of good fortune."

Ling Xiao nodded without showing much emotion.

In the next moment, he stretched out his palm, which seemed to contain a myriad of divine powers, destroying the sky.

In that palm, the universe is in turmoil, Yin and Yang are separated, making people feel extremely terrified, and their souls are shattered.

As it fell, the palm print became bigger and bigger, as if it was about to shake the entire building.

Lingshan is included in it, as if the Milky Way is falling, it is powerful and domineering.

"Damn it!"

At this moment, Bai Zi suddenly felt extremely terrified, as if imprisoned by divine power, it was difficult to break free from the shackles of heaven here.

No! !

This feeling is like Ling Xiao has controlled the heavens in this world and suppressed all spirits!

"Puchi!!"

Although Bai Zi used all his spiritual power immediately, trying to block the palm print.

even! !

He was also wearing a top-grade holy garment.

However, at the moment when the palm print fell, this Taiyuan Shengzi, a young evildoer whose strength is comparable to that of the contemporary sequence, still felt that his bones were about to be broken, and his whole body was crushed to the ground by that terrifying force , together with the sacred mountain under his feet collapsed.

Thousands of feet of smoke and dust rose up, covering the sun for thousands of miles.

The entire Lingshan Mountain can be heard falling needles.

At this time, all the arrogances of the clan had their mouths widened and their faces were dull, obviously also shocked by the power of this palm!

Before that, everyone believed that the Son of Taiyuan was already the pinnacle of the age.

Even if there are a few people in the top ten sequences, they may not necessarily be the opponent of the saint son of Xianzong.

But, just a palm, nothing special.

Emperor Ling Xiao, with just one palm, completely shattered the luck of countless people's hearts.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the figure of a young man standing with his hands behind his back on the sky. Looking at the indifference on his face, it was like seeing a god.

"Ling Xiao!!!"

Among the broken rocks, there was a sudden shout of anger.

I saw Bai Zi's figure standing up from the ground staggeringly, his white clothes stained with blood, extremely miserable.

He never thought that Ling Xiao would make a sudden move, so powerful.

What's more, he didn't expect that the strength of this human emperor was so terrifying.

Supreme! !

How old is he, a supremely strong man in his early twenties?

This kind of talent, I'm afraid it can only be described as unparalleled in all ages.

Suddenly, Bai Zi felt a little regretful, it seemed that he had miscalculated the situation from the very beginning.

At the very least, in his opinion, even the descendant of the Ten Thousand Monsters Hall would not be able to crush him so easily.

However, Bai Zi also understands that regret is the most useless thing in this world.

Today, fight to the death or die!