Peerless Divine Emperor

Mo Ling's cold eyes swept towards Qin Xuan, and a fierce look shot out of his eyes. This time, he wanted to make Qin Xuan die without a burial place.

"Everyone in Sanqing Immortal Palace, encircle and suppress Qin Xuan. Anyone who can capture Qin Xuan will be rewarded by the Palace Master!" Mo Ling turned and spoke to the people behind him. Many people looked hesitant and seemed reluctant.

They all saw Qin Xuan's performance. He was doing his best to contribute to the Nine Regions. If they took action against him, would it be too cruel?

In recent years, Sanqing Immortal Palace has been cursed a lot, which also made the disciples of Sanqing Immortal Palace angry. They dreamed of becoming disciples of the Divine Palace and joined Sanqing Immortal Palace, not to be spurned and insulted by others.

"You, are you going to disobey orders?" Mo Ling's voice suddenly rose a few points, and a sense of superiority permeated his body. The majesty of being a saint was immediately revealed.

"This..." The disciples' faces turned pale, revealing a trace of fear. Mo Ling had accumulated great prestige in the Sanqing Immortal Palace, and those who disobeyed him would suffer a miserable fate. How could they dare to disobey his will?

"If anyone dares to retreat and not fight, it will be regarded as betraying the Immortal Palace and will be killed without mercy!" Ming Jue also said coldly. He enjoyed the cultivation resources of the Divine Palace, but now he didn't take action when he needed them. It was too good to be true!

"Who doesn't want to fight can stand up now." Hua Yuntian swept his eyes across the crowd. Now he has reached the peak of the eighth level of the Yuanhuang realm, and his strength has reached the top level of the emperor. The pressure released from his body has caused a lot of pressure on the disciples.

Xiao Shu looked at this scene and laughed in his heart. Just relying on these people, they want to kill Qin Xuan?

After all, did they underestimate Qin Xuan's combat power, or did they really think that he was really a demon?

The fighting power Qin Xuan showed in the battle with Emperor Shifeng just now was enough to show how strong he was. Without the fighting power of the Ultimate Emperor, it was impossible to shake him.

No matter how many people attacked, they would just die.

Of course, Xiao Shu would not say anything. This was the business of Sanqing Immortal Palace and had nothing to do with him.

"Since no one has any objections, then attack!" Mo Ling looked majestic, stepped forward, and seven-color fairy light shone behind him, like a colorful lotus, wrapping him in it, exuding a sacred and powerful aura.

Ming Jue and Hua Yuntian followed, and many disciples of Sanqing Immortal Palace, like an extremely powerful army, rushed towards where Qin Xuan was.

Mo Lishang looked at the people who came to kill the Sanqing Immortal Palace indifferently, and said: "Is there anyone willing to fight with me?"

"I am willing to fight."

"I am willing to fight!"

An excited voice came out, and from the direction of the Ice Palace, a group of figures with outstanding temperament walked to the front, surrounded by powerful ice rules, and looked at the disciples of the Sanqing Immortal Palace with sharp eyes. These people were all traitors of the Nine Realms.

Mo Lishang glanced at the disciples beside him, and a bright smile appeared on his face. However, when he looked at Mo Ling and others again, his face instantly turned cold.

"Mo Ling." An extremely cold voice came out, and in an instant, a terrifying chill enveloped the world. The space seemed to solidify, and the spiritual energy of the world stopped flowing. Many disciples of the Sanqing Immortal Palace turned pale and shivered. It was so cold.

Mo Ling looked up at the void in front of him with a sharp gaze. He stretched out his palm forward, and the space in front of him suddenly released endless seven-color fairy light, like divine brilliance. Wherever the fairy light reached, the icy airflow seemed to be wrapped by a hot current and evaporated continuously.

Mo Lishang stepped into the void, ignoring the distance in space, and landed directly beside Mo Ling. He raised his hand and blasted out an icy palm print. The coldness instantly froze the space, as if it could solidify people's blood.

However, Mo Ling's face remained the same. He was at the ninth level of the Yuanhuang realm, so he naturally would not take Mo Lishang to heart.

A sharp explosion sounded, and a sword appeared in Mo Ling's hand at some point, stabbing towards the void in front.

One sword came out, and thousands of swords were born. Countless seven-color sword qi raged in the space. Each sword qi contained great terrifying power, tearing everything apart, and actually shattered the icy airflow continuously, making it impossible for it to gather together and weakening its power.

In the other direction, Ming Jue and Hua Yuntian led the disciples of Sanqing Palace to continue forward, and in front of them, a line of figures soon appeared there, which were the disciples of Hanbing Palace.

Then, a battle between the palaces broke out. Ming Jue faced Han Miao, while Hua Yuntian fought with Bing Qinxue, and the other disciples also found their own opponents.

Han Miao himself was extremely talented. Before Mo Lishang came, he was a candidate for the Son of God, but his talent was still recognized by many disciples and was not inferior to Ming Jue.

As for Bing Qinxue, although she was praised as one of the four beauties in the Nine Realms, she had more than just an unparalleled face, and her strength should not be underestimated.

At this time, the Demon Lord led the people of the Demon Saint Mountain across the void, and a terrible demonic pressure spread wildly. It seemed that a series of demon phantoms appeared in the void, intimidating the world, and the violent airflow violently slapped the void, wanting to destroy everything.

"Demon Lord, stop." At this time, a voice came from the boundless void, spreading throughout the world, like the voice of gods and Buddhas, shaking many people's hearts and minds, and their faces were horrified. Who is this person?

The old man Tianji's eyes flashed, looking in one direction, but his face was very calm.

It seemed that he had already guessed who it was.

In a breath, a beam of dazzling golden light pierced through the space like a sharp sword, and the space was torn apart. Then the crowd saw a figure appearing there, covered by Buddha's light, with a peaceful look, like an ancient Buddha from the sky descending to the world, making people feel solemn and dare not blaspheme.

The person who came was a Buddhist cultivator.

Although he did not speak, many people present had already guessed his identity.

The host of Xitian Shengyin, Abbot Kongchen.

"Brother." Wuliang glanced in the direction of Kongchen, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and came to Kongchen's side.

"I tried my best, but I still couldn't stop it." Wuliang said softly, with a bit of regret in his tone.

The senior brother was in retreat, and he didn't want to trouble the senior brother, so he took the initiative to ask for permission to come and stop the demon cultivators from causing chaos, but in the end, he still alarmed the senior brother to come out of the mountain in person.

"Don't worry, everything is God's will." Kong Chen waved his hand, he seemed to be very open-minded, his face did not fluctuate too much.

Then Kong Chen looked at the Demon Lord, put his hands together and said: "If the Demon Lord insists on taking action, then I will have to sacrifice myself to accompany him."

"You want to fight me in the late fifth stage?" The Demon Lord's voice did not show any emotion, but it shocked many saints, and they all looked at Kong Chen.

Abbot Kong Chen, he actually has the cultivation of a fifth-level saint?