Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Haha, since the Shang clan doesn't welcome us, we can just leave!"

Ling Xiao sneered and flew away.

Others followed and left.

There was a terrifying murderous intent in Lord Shang's eyes, and the power of God roared between his hands.

"Zun'er, let them go!"

At this moment, the owner of the merchant family, Shang Wuyou, said calmly: "For Yu'er, this is also a lesson.

During this period, let him stay within the clan and cultivate. "

Goodwill had fainted at this time.

Half of it was because of the injury, and the other half was simply because he didn't want to face the embarrassment.

Although he has better talent than Shang Zun.

But Naihe has made a lot of mistakes recently, which has seriously damaged the family's prestige.

It is estimated that the elders in the clan are not satisfied.

"This wine has no taste. Everyone, take your leave!"

Ling Yixue also sneered and turned to leave.

It is a pleasure to see people from the Shang clan being humiliated today.

Unfortunately, Ling Xiao died.

Otherwise, he will definitely be very happy.

"Zun'er, please focus on the King Ceremony.

The family will take care of the goodwill issue! "

Shang Wuyou glanced at Shang Zun and said.

"yes!"

A banquet ended in a depressing atmosphere.

However, this does not affect the excitement of Guishen Mansion.

At this time, countless people in the Ghost God Palace are looking forward to the start of the King Ceremony.

Especially those from the Shang King Association were even more excited.

Compared to other sects, the atmosphere of Lingxiao Society is a bit depressing.

As the king-conferring ceremony approaches, King Nie and King Shang will suppress Ling Xiaohui even more harshly.

Although they couldn't kill, they used extremely despicable methods.

People from the Lingxiao Society are not allowed to enter the Library Pavilion or the Ghost King Tower.

It even blocked the resources of Lingxiao Society.

This approach is even more disgusting.

"Isn't the president back yet?"

There was a look of unwillingness in Black Spider's eyes.

Nie Wanghui and Shang Wanghui directly deprived their Lingxiao Hui students of the resources they deserved.

The most annoying thing is that there is no one in charge of the school.

"Sorry, I'm late!

Everyone is wronged! "

Looking at the Ling Xiao Hall, which was much deserted than before, Ling Xiao was filled with emotions.

He could feel how much pressure the people of Lingxiao Society were under these days.

Those who can stay in the Lingxiao Society under such pressure are definitely good ones.

"President!"

"Ling Xiao!"

Voices rang out one after another, and countless disciples from the Lingxiao Society came out.

In its heyday, the Lingxiao Society had tens of thousands of people.

Now there are only more than a hundred people left, and too many people have left.

However, none of their expectations seemed to be dashed.

Ling Xiao is back!

He is not dead!

“Everyone, this revenge must be avenged.

Since King Nie will join forces with King Shang, let’s attack them first. "

Ling Xiao said loudly.

"President, don't be impulsive. Nie Fei, the president of King Nie Society, is a ninth-level realm king. He is ranked sixth on the king list. He is very powerful."

Hong Pomegranate frowned and said: "It is certainly a good thing that you are back, but if something happens to you, it will be a huge blow to our Lingxiao Society."

"Sister Pomegranate, if I say that I defeated that Nie Fei when I was in the Tomb of Gods Realm.

Do you believe? "

Ling Xiao smiled.

"I!"

Hong Pomegranate had no reason not to believe it. Ling Xiao had never lied to them.

"Don't worry, I'm back and everything will be fine.

Not to mention Nie Fei, Lord Shang is a piece of shit. He, Lord Shang, wants to become the titled king, and he wants to ask me if I agree. "

Ling Xiao sneered.

"Okay, since you have decided so, we have no objection and we are willing to follow you!"

Red Pomegranate nodded.

"President, I have a suggestion. If we make a fuss, we should make it bigger. How will this account be calculated on the day of the king's ceremony?

Anyway, the King Ceremony will be held in three days. "

Bai Yunrui smiled.

"Forget it, let Nie Fei live for a few more days."

There was a hint of coldness in Ling Xiao's eyes.

"Just in time, I have something good for you.

Calling all disciples!

Everyone is entitled to this good thing! "

"yes!"

After a while, all one hundred and eighty disciples of Ling Xiaohui gathered together.

Ling Xiao nodded with satisfaction and said: "You have worked hard these days, and those who can persevere are all good men of my Ling Xiao Club.

Of course I won't let you suffer.

Distribute these pills, one to each person.

In addition, each of these imperial artifacts has one in hand! . "

What, everyone has one of the imperial artifacts!

That is an imperial artifact.

You know, most of the warriors under the Ninth God Realm are still using mysterious artifacts.

There are not many people who possess the Imperial Artifact.

Ling Xiao actually gave everyone an imperial artifact, which was really crazy.

But Ling Xiao didn't feel crazy at all.

These imperial artifacts were obtained from the fight between the Small Underworld and the Tomb of Gods.

Although they are generally divine weapon-level imperial artifacts.

But in this era where most people are still using mysterious artifacts and even spiritual artifacts.

Once the Imperial Artifact comes out, it will be a huge advantage.

Everyone happily took over the elixir and the magic weapon.

Ling Xiao continued: "There is another thing, the Tianwu Divine Monument!

The next moment, I will send you into my little world, where you can comprehend the divine way.

Let everyone have the prototype of Shinto! "

If the Tianwu Divine Monument were outside, Ling Xiao couldn't control it, and it wouldn't be able to do such a miracle.

But the Tianwu Divine Monument was sent to his own little world, and everything could be controlled by him.

Think about it, how explosive the scene would be if all one hundred and eighty people from the Ling Xiao Society understood the divine way and held the imperial artifact.

Three days later.

The scene of the King Ceremony of Guishen Mansion.

Countless strong men and monsters have gathered here.

They all came to watch the ceremony.

It was even worse than Xuanyuan Mi’s situation before.

On the huge high platform in the center is the upper level of Guishen Mansion.

The elders of Bahuang and Grandma Hong were among them.

And located at the core of the high platform is Shang Zun.

At this moment, he seemed to be surrounded by all the auras.

Countless people looked at him with envy.

In the Ghost King Tower, his statue has already been erected.

No one would think that this king-conferring ceremony would fail.

It seems that everyone in the entire Ghost God Palace has come here.

On the contrary, there are basically no people in other places.

There were a few scattered people, all rushing to the King Ceremony.

At the Ling Xiao Meeting, all one hundred and eighty disciples came out of Ling Xiao's small world.

There was ecstasy in everyone's eyes.

Everyone's strength has improved.

Some people even break through the third and fourth levels of cultivation in one go.

Of course, the most important thing is that now each of them has found their own martial arts.

Everyone has the rudiment of Shinto.

Even the Shintos like Long Chen, Gu Qiu Long Yue, Tan Lang, Yuan Long, and Dong Huang Yue have been promoted to the juvenile stage.

Ling Xiao's divine way has been promoted to the youth stage.

"What a miracle. I thought I would never be able to understand Shinto in this life.

I didn't expect it to be so easy.

This Heavenly Enlightenment Monument is so amazing! "

Bai Yunrui sighed.