Chapter 933: A Sacrifice

"But...Young Master..."

"It's nothing to worry about, Elder Xing, you have never understood the horror of the Primordial Ling Clan. Although the Xuanyuan Clan is the Qingcang Emperor Clan, in the eyes of the Ling Clan, they may not be called arms at all."

Xue Xiyan looked coldly, and looked at the sky, "So, let alone destroying a Guanhai city, even if it is uprooting this clan, if it is beneficial to the Ling clan, they will not hesitate at all."

"Yes! Young Master."

Xinglao's eyes were slightly fixed, but in the end he didn't dare to say anything, turned around and retreated.

In this young gentleman, he really saw the demeanor of the world master who once looked down on the world and controlled everything.

And this is also the reason why he lowered his status 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 waved his palm lightly, and a golden ancient clock suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

On the body of the bell, there are countless inscriptions engraved on it.

It's just that these inscriptions are not static, but constantly wandering and changing, like the rebirth of the era, evolving from ancient times, with indescribable mysteries.

The brilliance of Zhuo Zhuo blooms leisurely, covering the world and the eight wildernesses, and the good fortune is boundless, forming a universe of its own.

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

To the north of the Qingcang world, the territory of the Ling clan.

This domain name is Shenzhanyu, which is the ancestral land of the Ling clan.

And under this God's Battlefield, there are still nine hundred starfields attached to the Ling clan.

Among them, there are many famous ancient sects of the immortal sect in the Qingcang world, who are also vassals of the Ling clan.

At this time, over the sky above the God's Battlefield, black clouds suddenly gathered, and the sound of breaking through the sky suddenly resounded.

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

Beside him, Ling Tu was hunched, with a humble and gentle look on his old face.

"Young master, this is the ancestral land of my Ling clan, God's Battlefield."

"Ok."

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, his eyes calm.

At this time, he could see that in the depths of the divine domain, the sky and the earth were vast, and there were thousands of peaks standing everywhere, and there were endless flow of dao rhymes, evolving order and rules.

Hundreds of millions of streaks hang down like a river of stars, in which the spiritual power is vast, and the fluctuations of the spiritual energy visible to the naked eye surge out, like sea tides, sending out bursts of ear-piercing buzzing.

In Lingxiao Domain, there are ten dragon veins.

But compared with the aura of the ancestral land of the Ling clan, it is actually not as good.

The vastness of the upper realm can be seen.

No wonder the monks in the lower realm of the holy state are desperately cultivating ascension. With this level of aura alone, it may take a few years to reach the lower realm for a hundred years.

"Buzz."

And just when Ling Xiao was sighing inwardly, two shocking waves suddenly came from the depths of the ancestral land, and they arrived in front of him in a blink of an eye.

At the head is a handsome middle-aged man, with sword-like eyebrows and star-eyed eyes, as rich as jade, with every gesture of his hands and feet, he carries a sense of Taoism and nature, which is in harmony with the aura of heaven and earth.

And behind him, followed an old man with white hair and black robe, with a hale and hearty expression.

At this time, both of them looked at Ling Xiao with smiles on their faces, with awe in their eyes.

"Greetings to the Thirteenth Patriarch, and the Patriarch."

The nine elders and the three thousand black magic guards immediately bowed and bowed down to the old man.

"Go down, young master, please follow me."

The thirteenth patriarch of the Ling clan, Ling Yuanxing, was also the most familiar patriarch of the entire Ling clan.

Despite his young appearance, his lifespan has already reached 60,000 years, and he is now the strongest Ling Clan man, the fifth-rank Heavenly Sovereign.

And the old man behind him is Ling Xiao's titular grandfather, the patriarch of the Ling clan, Ling Cangming.

It's just strange that at this moment, the Thirteenth Patriarch also called Ling Xiao...Young Master.

The three of them walked through the air, and Ling Xiao once again saw the horror of the ancient clan on the way.

It can be seen that the territory here is tens of thousands of miles wide, and it is more than several times larger than the Holy State.

But this is only the ancestral land of the Ling Clan, not the territory controlled by the Ling Clan.

Among them, the majestic city is densely covered, and the tyrannical aura rises and falls one after another. There is an ancient and terrifying divine power fluctuating hidden in the dark place. A single strand of energy seems to contain the rhythm of heaven, which makes people panic.

"Young master, have you merged with the Dragon Soul of the Holy State?"

Ling Yuanxing turned his head and looked at the young man beside him. Although he was a supreme being, he didn't have any arrogance in front of Ling Xiao, but his attitude was extremely humble.

"Ok."

Ling Xiao nodded calmly, but felt a little puzzled in his heart.

Judging by the attitude of everyone in the Ling clan towards him, it is obvious that they regard him as the reincarnation of a demon.

It's just that the Fanggu clan was established by the powerful of the Heavenly Demon Palace, how did they escape the eyes of the immortal clan, and stand so blatantly in the Qingcang world?

"That's good! This dragon soul is an innate spirit, which can cover up the demonic aura on your body. As long as you don't take the initiative to use the power of the demon, you will not be noticed."

Ling Yuanxing smiled calmly, "Master, please don't blame me. I dare not call the word "Master" directly in front of people. You should take this young master as a metaphor for the young master, otherwise I'm afraid it will attract a lot of suspicion."

"I see."

Ling Xiao nodded indifferently, and understood this.

For a group of supreme powerhouses, if people call him their lord, wouldn't they tell the world directly that he is reincarnated and has a noble status?

After all, the word Tianmo is a taboo of the nine heavens. Although the lord of the world is missing now, the palace of the lord of the world is still the lord of Qingcang. There are countless strong people, and this force,

It is the real inheritance of the immortal clan, not a vassal of the immortal clan like the Ye clan. Once his identity arouses suspicion, many setbacks will inevitably occur.

Villain, if you don't want to die, don't hold him back.

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

And only when he is strong enough to compete with the ancient gods of the immortal race, then is the opportunity for the Heavenly Demon to be born.

Hiding behind the scenes and uncovering all the mysteries of the world is the correct way to open this immortal journey.

The Taikoo Ling clan is strong, but it is only in the Qingcang world.

Who knows what kind of magnificence lies above this world?

"When I went to the world, the ancient fairy clock in the Lord's Hall sounded a warning. I don't know how you covered it up?"

"My lord, wait a moment, you will know later."

Ling Yuanxing stopped and looked at the magnificent ancient temple below him, "My lord, please."

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

It was a middle-aged man in black clothes, with an airy demeanor, clear eyes, and a paper fan in his hand, which seemed a little out of the ordinary.

"This is a well-known powerhouse in the Qingcang world. Zhuge Yuntian is also the suzerain of the Shenji Sect. He has the talents of all over the world. Of course, what the world doesn't know is that his real surname is Ling, and he is a member of our Ling clan."

Ling Yuanxing stood on the hall with his hands behind his back, and introduced to Ling Xiao.

"Meet the young master!"

Zhuge Yuntian looked respectful, closed his fan and bowed.

"Sect Master Shenji is a powerhouse of the fifth rank of the Holy Realm. He has traveled for thousands of years, observed the rise and fall of the world, and has a lot of knowledge about the great trends and mysteries of this world. Get to know the Qing Cang Realm."

Ling Yuanxing's eyes suddenly flickered, "Yuntian."

"It is Yuntian's honor 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."

"Ok?"

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, but after seeing the resolute look on Zhuge Yuntian's face, he immediately understood what his word "please" meant.

It turned out that this person was just a tool prepared by the ancient Ling clan for Ling Xiao to understand the general situation of Qingcang.

Although the fifth rank of the Holy Realm is not the top of Qingcang, it is also an elder ancestor in the ordinary orthodoxy.

But in the eyes of the Ling clan, he is just a sacrifice, nothing more.

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