Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

As soon as Xiao Lin said this, the millions of people in Beizhou all knelt down on one knee, respectfully cupped fist salutes, and shouted: "Beizhou, I would like to join The Netherworld!"

"We swear allegiance to The Netherworld, we will go through all fire and water, and will never hesitate!"

"Everyone, please, no need to be polite."

Xiao Lin smiled and nodded, "In this case, the emperor will return to Zhongzhou first, and will soon send someone to help you rebuild your home together."

After all, Xiao Lin offered a thousand army Sheng Yi, summoned the abyssal dragon, and drove the dragon to leave Beizhou.

Soaring in the blue sky, Xiao Lin looked down at the masses of sentient beings below, feeling the awe-inspiring surroundings, and couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy.

Although he can use the technique of breaking the void as he wants, he can travel anywhere on the continent in just a few seconds.

But the disguise during this period made Xiao Lin even more enjoy the leisurely journey.

Time is precious, but don’t forget the scenery along the way.

In the evening, Xiao Lin drove the Abyssal Dragon to return to Zhongzhou.

But at the moment he landed in Mingdi Palace, Xiao Lin couldn't help but stared in astonishment.

His trip to North State will only take half a month.

In his absence for just half a month, Zhongzhou has turned upside down.

The Palace of Underworld, which had just been established not long ago, was already devastated, with raging fires burning everywhere, as if baptized by a catastrophe.

Feng Yao, Gui Jian Sorrow, Luo Qian, and more than one hundred thousand brothers from the six major legions, all fell into a pool of blood, dying, life and death unknown.

The Eight Venerables were also exhausted and seriously injured.

Qiuluo's pair of battle axes had already been chopped apart, and the heavy shield of the sky shield was riddled with holes, and all of them fainted and did not wake up.

Seeing this bloody and sad scene, Xiao Lin was stunned for a long time before he recovered, his body trembling violently.

"This...who did this special?!"

Xiao Lin's eyes were red, blood was dripping into his pupils, and he raised his hair and let out a hysterical roar.

This roar shook the sky and the earth moved the whole Zhongzhou to tremble.

"Young Master Xiao, please calm down!"

Just as Xiao Lin was furious, the storage ring flashed blue light, and Ning Lan emerged from the ring.

"Ning Lan, you can't understand my feelings now."

Xiao Lin's eyes were blood-red, and he said murderously: "These people are brothers and sisters who are willing to go through fire and water for me and swear allegiance to the death, but all of them have been murdered."

"If you let me know who did it, I must let him be completely broken and shattered!"

"Young Master Xiao, although I can't understand how angry you are now, this is definitely not the time to be angry."

Ning Lan said solemnly: "These people are seriously injured and dying. They must be treated as soon as possible to avoid more unnecessary deaths, right?"

"Miss Ning, you are right."

Xiao Lin was silent for a long time and nodded heavily.

"Then please."

Immediately, Ninglan Lotus Position was sitting in the middle of the ruined Mingdi Palace, with pure blue light condensed in his hands, slowly floating in the air, turning into a blue cloud.

"Shui Ling, the rain falls from the sky!"

The clear and transparent nectar fell from the clouds and enveloped all the wounded.

After being exposed to the rain, the scars on everyone healed quickly at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and the already shaky vitality was also pulled back from the ghost gate.

The Spirit Power of the people who were seriously injured gradually recovered, but Ning Lan's Spirit Power was quickly consumed and burned, resulting in an extremely pale face and cold sweat on his forehead.

Seeing Ning Lan summoning the rain of healing regardless of his own safety at this time, Xiao Lin's eyes were a little moist.

Knowing this woman is really one of the greatest luck in his life.

Suddenly, Xiao Lin moved his ears slightly, catching the faint coughing from under the ruins.

With a tight heart, he flew in front of him and razed the rubble to the ground with one palm.

It turned out that Luo Zhiqiu was crushed under the ruins - Luo Zhiqiu's robe and armor was in a broken state, and his body was covered with dozens of hideous blades. He turned into a blood man, and it was shocking just to look at it.

"Xiao Qiu!"

Xiao Lin hurriedly took Luo Zhiqiu in his arms, and his fingers flashed a group of pure Spiritual Qi, which was placed in Dantian in Luo Zhiqiu.

The scars on Luo Zhiqiu's body quickly healed, and he weakly opened his eyes, "Brother, you are back..."

"Um?"

Feeling his own body being surrounded by Spirit Power, Luo Zhiqiu's eyes showed a touch of astonishment: "Brother, your Cultivation Base...recovered?"

"This, I will explain to you slowly in the future."

Xiao Lin's face was as sinking as water, and he said solemnly, "Xiao Qiu, tell me, who did this?"

"Yes... it's a newly established organization in Dongzhou, named Shenge..."

"Shen Pavilion?"

Xiao Lin was stunned slightly, "A mere organization can cause us such heavy casualties?"

"Their strengths and moves are very strange, and the cultivation methods they master are completely different from those of our human race."

Luo Zhiqiu smiled sadly: "It's ridiculous that The Netherworld prides itself on being invincible in the world, and can even compete with the Protoss. I didn't expect a new organization to defeat us so much."

"It seems that the so-called Invincible World is just a joke of our Yelang's arrogance."

Luo Zhiqiu, who was originally arrogant, confident and courageous, was beaten out of confidence by the opponent, and was so depressed.

"Suddenly attacking while I am away is enough to see what a mean and sinister organization this is."

Xiao Lin clenched his fists, almost bursting into flames in his eyes.

"Shen Pavilion? I'm going to Dongzhou now and let them pay the price for what they did!"

However, before Xiao Lin spoke, Luo Zhiqiu's pupils suddenly shrank, and could not help but exclaimed, "Brother, be careful behind!"

Xiao Lin was startled slightly, and the moment he turned his head, his body was enveloped by a golden light.

Behind him stood a red-haired young man, wearing a gold silk robe and armor, completely concealing his breath, so Xiao Lin didn't even notice his appearance.

At this moment, the red-haired young man smiled jokingly, holding up an apple-sized round bronze mirror in his hand.

A dazzling golden light was released from the bronze mirror, completely covering Xiao Lin's body in the golden light.

Bathed in this golden light, Xiao Lin was surprised to find that own body turned into a sculpture, unable to move.

Xiao Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"The deputy chief of the god pavilion, Li Qingxu."

The red-haired young man sneered and said: "Dream, your Transcends Tribulation failed and luckily saved your life. You could hide like a tortoise with your head shrunk. The Lords of God will not care about you like you."

"But you just want to make a comeback, reorganize The Netherworld, and plan to compete with the God Realm. Then we have to take action to kill this emerging force like You in the cradle."

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