Cangling World

In the Hundred Clan City, the creatures of all ethnic groups were shocked to the point where they could not be added.

The three venerable kings they regarded as gods actually gave a big gift to an old man?

my king?

Could it be that the old man is a stronger existence?

Is he the true king behind the scenes of the entire Hundred Clan Continent?

When everyone thought about it in their hearts, they just thought it was incredible.

"It is indeed the King of Heaven, and the breath is very similar to that person... I know, so it is!" The breath of the Heavenly King of the Demon Race made Lin Luo think of something, and his eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and then he understood.

Lin Luo's words fell into the ears of the demon king, he looked over and said with a blank face: "Junior of the human race, don't think that you are from the king of Xiao, you can be so unscrupulous, if he hadn't been kind to me, at this moment You, you will not stand there safe and sound."

"Sure enough!" Lin Luo suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that I can't guess that the Night Demon King is your second soul, and the third king of the three dark night kings in the foggy forest is your senior, right?"

The Demon King narrowed his eyes and said, "What did King Xiao tell you?"

"No." Lin Luo shook his head, "One body with two souls, one good and one evil, two separate bodies, two people with independent personalities. This is very rare, and it is scarcer than the imperial body, but it is not unrecorded. Your Excellency has an aura similar to that of the Night Demon, I can guess this, it's not surprising."

"In that case, you are quite knowledgeable. At the same time, your eyesight is also very good. You deserve to be regarded by the King Xiao." It means that you can do anything wrong on this king's territory."

"I just want to take something away."

Lin Luo was not afraid and expressed his thoughts.

"The jade talisman can't be given to you." The Demon King shook his head, "This thing is the eye of the formation that I finally found, if you take it away, the great formation will be broken, and this king will also lose the ability to cultivate outstanding successors. Treasure."

Hearing this, Lin Luo understood.

It turned out that this Demon Race Heavenly King set up the Great Array, and its purpose was to select the best descendants in talent and combat power among the various races in the Hundred Races Continent.

As a result, it is even more difficult to take away the jade talisman.

After pondering for a while, Lin Luo said, "What if I take away the jade talisman without destroying the great formation?"

The Demon King nodded and said, "I have learned your formation ability, which is really good, but unfortunately, you are not qualified to approach the Jade Talisman."

"qualifications?"

Lin Luo lowered his eyes and said, "I heard that those who have won hundreds of battles on the Battle King Stage can enter the spiritual spring and use the Great Transformation Formation to undergo a transformation and baptism. So, what does the senior mean?"

The Demon King hummed angrily: "If you can win a hundred battles, you can give it a try."

Lin Luo smiled slightly, put away the Ziji Heavenly Furnace, and said loudly: "Then, let's fight!"

…

The news that Lin Luo, who had won ninety-eight victories, would continue to challenge the spiritual masters in the Hundred Clan City, caused an uproar in the whole city, and they were talking about it.

"It is said that the God of Plague is going to challenge again, but he even killed the young master of the Feitian clan, who can fight?"

"Heh, although the young master of the Feitian clan has won ninety-nine wins, he is not the only one who has won ninety-nine wins."

"You mean the cousin of the young master of the Feitian clan, Ying Wuhen?"

"However, when the God of Plague slaughtered the Quartet a few days ago, he may have cut off Ying Wuhen, how to fight?"

"Not always!"

Experts from all ethnic groups discussed and flocked to the Battle King Stage.

Lin Luo stood on the ring, waiting for the challenge from the comers.

He has won ninety-eight games in a row, and he only needs to win two more games before heading to Lingquan.

"Boom!"

From a certain direction, there was the sound of dull footsteps.

Everyone followed the sound, their eyes changed, and they all gave way.

A man with wings on his back and wearing a red robe walked over with heavy footsteps. Every time he took a step, the earthquake trembled slightly, and a dull sound came out.

He made no secret of the aura of being infinitely close to the King of the Profound Realm, forming an aura that enveloped the surroundings. Wherever he passed, everyone felt a heavy weight on their shoulders, and they couldn't even take a step.

Lin Luo looked at the visitor: "Remnants of the Feitian Clan?"

The word "Remaining Evil" was like a thorn, deeply pierced in the man's heart, his eyes showed endless killing intent, and he said coldly: "The Feitian clan has no trace, and I came here to take your dog's life!"

Hearing this, some Goutou clan masters widened their eyes, and invariably cast an angry look at Zhao Ying Wuhen.

Lin Luo looked at Ying Wuhen and said, "Since you took the initiative to send you to death, then I don't mind sending you on your way."

"Today, I will take your life to pay homage to the spirit of my clan in the sky." Ying Wuhen snorted coldly, fluttered his wings behind his back, soared into the air, landed on the ring, and clasped his fist at the demon king: "I want to live with this man. Fight to the death, please allow!"

The Demon King pondered for a moment, then glanced at Lin Luo with a half-smile, and said, "That's right."

How could Lin Luo not see the meaning of the Demon Race Heavenly King's gaze, he waved his hand and threw the Ziji Heavenly Furnace out, letting it hover high in the distance.

"kill!"

Seeing that the Ziji Heavenly Furnace was not on Lin Luo, Ying Wuhen's eyes burst into blood, his wings fluttered, and his body slashed towards Lin Luo like a streamer.

As the arrogance of the Feitian clan whose cultivation base is infinitely close to the king of the Tongxuan realm, Ying Wuhen’s combat power is extraordinary, and when he makes a move, he is a bloodline killer.

"Good come!"

Lin Luo's eyes narrowed fiercely, his wings spread behind his back, and he flew into the air under the shocked eyes of the masters of all races, dodging Ying Wuhen's bloodline killer move.

"what?!"

Ying Wuhen's pupils shrank, staring at the pale golden wings behind Lin Luo, and shouted through gritted teeth: "You actually refined the power of our bloodline, humble human race, if I Ying Wuhen didn't kill you, it would be in vain. For the Flying Clan!"

He spread his wings and rushed into the sky, the power of his bloodline exploded, his hands turned into sharp claws, and he slashed ten blood-colored auras at Lin Luo.

"Sword power, monstrous!"

Lin Luo took out the Qinghong sword, and his cultivation of the eighth level of true qi was unquestionable. He instantly slashed out thirty-six swords, turned into a sword force, and strangled with the blood-colored brilliance, both of which were wiped out.

"kill!"

Ying Wuhen recklessly used the power of his bloodline to madly cut out countless auras, as if ten thousand swords were flying, covering the sky and the sun.

"Tongxuan Ancient Seal!"

Lin Luo didn't dare to be careless, and used the power of the king's body to activate this secret technique, and punched out a large seal with a length and width of several feet, using the attack as the defense, and smashed it towards Ying Wuhen.

The latter noticed the heavy aura on the ancient seal of Tongxuan, and even the action was a little slow, and immediately flapped his wings and hid into the distance.

But after Lin Luo hit this blow, his wings fluttered, and he circled at a faster speed for half a circle. After reaching Ying Wuhen's side, the Qinghong sword trembled and slashed down a sword qi that was as bright as a waterfall.

"not good!"

Ying Wuhen's heart palpitated, her wings fluttered, and she hurriedly dodged.

But Lin Luo anticipated his trajectory, and cut a sword energy there one step ahead of time, blocking the way again.

Ying Wuhen took a deep breath, cold sweat oozes out of his forehead, his wings vibrated, and he continued to dodge.

Now, he seems to have fallen into a disadvantage.