My Master Is a God

Yang Yiyun stood there, carefully felt the surrounding space, and glanced at Xuantong, who nodded to him.

Then he shouted towards the corner of the courtyard: "Ling Cang is the master of the Palace of Gods and Demons, why should he hide his head and show his tail? Don't you hate me? I'm here, do you dare to come out and fight?"

From the moment he stepped into the mountain gate, he was feeling the atmosphere of the surrounding world. Only the corners were different, but he was not sure.

If Ling Cang didn't enter the main hall, he thought it was Ying who was hiding, so he felt something was wrong there. In the uncertain situation, he looked at Xuantong and asked Xuantong. The latter nodded, indicating that he had the same opinion as him.

The reason why the two of them can feel it is because they both possess the power of space.

He is the Dharma God of the Ten Paths. The powers of Zhou Tian with the ten major attributes are all gathered into one body. He is relatively sensitive to the power between heaven and earth, not to mention Xuantong. He was known as the Dharma God of Time and Space as early as in the Qiankun Temple. Now After he advanced to the Heavenly Realm in the Eternal God Realm, he became known as the Quasi-Saint of Space and Time. Space and time were the evolved version of space. He was more sensitive to the breath in the air, so he naturally noticed something was wrong.

After he roared like this, Ling Cang would appear if he was really hiding in the corner.

In fact, even if he found that there was a problem in the corner, he was not sure, that is, he just called out.

But I didn’t expect that the next moment, something would really come out.

In the sight where the eyes are, the space ripples, and a figure gradually appears.

Who is it if it’s not Ling Cang?

Enemies are particularly jealous when they meet.

Ling Cang stared at Yang Yiyun with his old eyes and gritted his teeth and said: "Young man, I will crush you to ashes~"

After he finished speaking, his eyes fell on Xuantong and said word by word: "Xuantong, do you really want to be my enemy?"

"Why is the old monster so rampant? I'm going to tell you today that it's your day of death." Yang Yiyun couldn't help but curse.

Xuantong took a step forward and looked at Ling Cang in the distance and said: "I told you when I met you back then that I come from outside the place cursed by your gods in the eternal world of gods, and I have my own beliefs. The Dao Palace is called the Qiankun Temple, and now..."

When he said this, Xuantong paused and looked at Yang Yiyun and said: "He is the Lord of the Qiankun Temple, also my young master. In the previous battle, I did not help my young master fight because I missed my old friendship... countless Over the years, we have been mutually beneficial to each other, and no one owes anyone anything...

Ling Cang is honest and reasonable, and I don’t want to be your enemy. If you can, you... surrender to my young master. Although you are the third level of heaven facing the six of us, you were injured before and there is no chance of winning. You If you are willing to submit, how about I ask you, young master, to be accommodating to you and forget the blame? "

Yang Yiyun felt happy when he listened to Xuantong's words. He didn't expect that Xuantong would recruit Ling Cang. To be honest, he really didn't think about recruiting Ling Cang or subduing Ling Cang because he didn't have any confidence.

But it would be a good thing if he could subdue Ling Cang. After all, Ling Cang was a powerful person at the third level of Heavenly Dao.

Just when he was about to say it, Ling Cang laughed wildly: "Hahaha... just dream, it's just a small human race. In the epoch of creation, the human race was just ants. Among all the races, you, the human race, are nothing?

Do you want me, Ling Cang, to surrender to a human race? Is your brain intact? I also tell you today that no one of you can even think of living.

The most deserving person is you Xuantong. I have treated you well for countless years, but you betrayed me at a critical time and space, causing the Holy Medicine of the Era to fly away. I will let you all die without a burial today. "

After Ling Cang finished speaking, he let out a long roar: "Roar~"

"Boom~"

There was a roar behind them, and the faces of Yang Yiyun and others changed, but they found that the mountain gate closed automatically.

Ling Cang, on the other hand, transformed into a god and demon body more than three meters tall. A red pill appeared in his hand and he swallowed it in one gulp.

"Ho ho ho..."

A loud roar was raised to the sky.

But the aura in the whole body keeps rising...

"No, this old demon has taken some medicine and his aura has been greatly increased~" The ancestor of Shenmu spoke in a deep voice.

Needless to say, everyone actually saw this scene.

Obviously, the pill in Ling Cang's hand was most likely from the previous Holy Pill Palace.

Ling Cang stopped after a while.

But now his breath has grown a lot longer.

Yang Yiyun suddenly felt a familiar atmosphere.

After thinking for a long time, I can sum it up in two words - violent!

Yes, it is very similar to the violent blood he took from Xiong Huan.

With a flick of his finger, five drops of violent bear blood appeared.

"Everyone takes one drop and fights. Since there is no way out, kill him." Yang Yiyun said and took a drop himself.

Only Xiong Huan, the master of bear blood, did not need to take it, and everyone else did.

Several Shenmu ancestors had taken it before and naturally knew that their strength could be increased three times instantly. Although the effect lasted only half an hour, it was already very long and powerful.

Everyone's strength increased.

Facing Ling Cang's rising aura, he felt somewhat confident.

"If Ling Cang guessed correctly, the pill you took is a holy pill that can increase your strength for a short time, right? But I don't know how long it will last?" Yang Yiyun wanted to make a lie.

But Ling Cang, who was opposite him, felt his heart skip a beat.

"You'll know when you die~" Hua Luo roared and jumped over.

At the same time, Ling Cang saw a flash of divine light in his hand, and an artifact appeared. This artifact was a bit strange, like an umbrella, with delicate writing on it, eight aniseed, and a small bell on each corner.

Weird even.

Xuantong said quickly: "Sir, please be careful later. It is a sacred weapon. Ling Cang did not have a sacred weapon before. It seems that this umbrella-shaped sacred weapon is very evil and should have been obtained from a certain temple before."

"Be careful along the way, especially don't touch any flowers or grass in the courtyard." Yang Yiyun instructed.

The Chaos Bell appeared in his hand, and the shadow of the Tao tree appeared behind him.

"Ouch~"

The two brothers Ao Qing and Ao Yun merged again.

The arms of the ancestor of Shenmu turned into vines, and vine roots grew from his feet and rooted into the hard stone of the mountain gate.

Xiong Huan went berserk and turned into a half-human, half-bear state.

However, a compass-like magic weapon appeared in Xuantong's hand, and a divine light rose up.

Six people are ready.

At this moment, Ling Cang was also ten meters away from them.

"Eight Directions God-Killing Umbrella, open~"

A loud roar came from Ling Cang's mouth, and the umbrella in his hand spun up.

"Jingle Bell……"

The first choice is the ringing of bells.

Immediately afterwards, eight divine lights appeared from the umbrella, transforming into eight peerless women like flying goddesses. Each one of them was dressed in extremely revealing clothes and flew towards them. The laughter and the ringing of bells mixed together to form some kind of magical effect. the power of.

It goes straight into the mind and is shocking.

Yang Yiyun felt like he couldn't open his eyes, but at this moment, the Chaos Clock in his hand glowed with golden light, automatically levitated and sounded a bell.

"Dong~"

The chaos bell rang, and the demonic sound that disturbed the mind dissipated.