Batian Martial Soul

Black Hearted Master
"Stop looking down on people, I will be afraid of those bastards?"

Hei Xin smiled and said: "Just for you to make alchemy and detoxify for me, I can't let you have trouble here!"

Ling Xiao smiled, and he was right about this guy.

Although he is not serious and likes to cheat people, he is indeed a good guy.

"I'm going out to play!"

Ling Xiao lifted his foot and walked out of the room, then waved his hand, and the five mountain ranges disappeared.

The fog also disappeared.

Seeing Ling Xiao coming out and the fog disappearing, everyone outside the door was a little excited.

There was a group of people who rushed in because they were too excited.

There was a cold light in Ling Xiao's eyes.

People from the Temple of the Medicine King?

He suddenly thought of the scene when his master, the Era Realm King, went to the Temple of the Medicine King to ask for medicine.

At that time, even if he knelt down, King Qimu did not give the Dragon Blood Grass to King Jiyuan in the end.

Although Ling Xiao asked Master's storage ring back.

But it also formed a knot with Liang Zi from the Temple of the King of Medicine.

These guys broke into the house directly today.

He sneered, "If you don't clean up you, how can you be worthy of your Qi Mu Realm King's attitude towards my master back then!"

"Greetings to the Holy Infant King, we are disciples of the Temple of the Medicine King!"

After those people came in, they didn't realize that they had been hated by Ling Xiao.

He also didn't realize that he broke in without Ling Xiao's permission.

"Your Majesty!"

Ling Xiao shouted coldly.

The other party froze for a moment, not understanding at all.

How did you offend the Holy Infant King and make them kneel down as soon as they came in?
In the void, the holy pattern shone, and the terrifying coercion was severely suppressed.

The warriors of the Temple of the Medicine King can only admit defeat.

They don't want to die.

After all, they are just a group of young warriors, and there is not even a mid-level God Realm warrior among them.

Looking at the crowd kneeling in unison, Ling Xiao sneered and said, "Go away! Even if you want to come and display it, you should call your elders to come.

The juniors are ignorant, so are your elders also ignorant? "

"Farewell! I will definitely tell my elders what happened today, and I will let them come next time!"

Although the warriors in the Temple of the Medicine King knelt, none of them were willing.

There was a fire in their hearts.

Therefore, it is impossible not to retaliate.

And this is exactly Ling Xiao's purpose, so naturally he won't stop them.

It's just that in the eyes of others, what the Holy Infant King did was offending the Temple of the Medicine King to death.

You offended the Raging Flame Temple first, and then the Medicine King Temple, even if you are from the Qiankun Hall, you shouldn't be so arrogant.

However, they didn't know that all of this was Ling Xiao's plan.

Crazy breakout plan.

If the opponent is not strong, he cannot be promoted.

At the very least, he must be a sixth-level god king to be qualified to let him use his real skills.

The people from the Temple of the Medicine King just left.

The people from the Flame Temple came.

They are here for revenge, and their attitude is very clear.

Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi were killed.

Xiao Qiang was destroyed.

More than a dozen other disciples died.

This is not just a matter of damaged strength, but also a matter of face.

If they give up on this, wouldn't it be ridiculous.

Disgraceful and thrown home.

This time the Raging Flame Temple was really ruthless.

Hundreds of people came.

More than a dozen of them are mid-level god realm powerhouses.

The terrifying flames rolled and pressed downwards.

"King Holy Infant, get out!"

One of them growled.

However, if he spoke like this, Ling Xiao would naturally not come out.

"Destroy this holy pattern!"

The man smiled coldly and ordered directly.

No matter how strong the holy pattern is, it has its limit.

More than a dozen mid-level god-world powerhouses attack at the same time, and the holy pattern will naturally be destroyed.

"It's scary, more than a dozen middle-level gods are attacking at the same time!

No matter how powerful the Holy Infant King is, he might be in trouble, right? "

Some people take pleasure in other people's misfortunes because they feel that the Holy Infant King is too crazy.

And some people feel sorry.

With the talent of the Holy Infant King, if he continues to grow, it will be really amazing.

The flames of a dozen people turned into a terrifying fire dragon.

Bombarded on the top of the five elements.

However, to everyone's surprise, the formation only fluctuated for a while, but then recovered.

Just kidding, this is not the holy pattern that Ling Xiao temporarily sketched out.

It's just that the formation he carefully arranged has incorporated the Five Absolute Saint Patterns.

It contains extremely rare formation materials.

It cost Ling Xiao a lot of spirit crystals.

Wouldn't it be a joke if it was broken by these dozen or so mid-level God Realm powerhouses?

After all, there are a total of sixteen mid-level God Realm powerhouses, most of whom are sixth-level God Realm warriors.

Only one is the Seventh God Realm Warrior.

Together, it is impossible for them to break Ling Xiao's Five Elements Array, unless Ling Xiao's spirit crystals are exhausted.

"The courage of the Flame Temple is really getting bigger and bigger.

court death! "

A cold voice came from the mist.

Then, a terrifying sandstorm swept up.

He blasted into the crowd of the Flame Temple.

There were miserable cries one after another.

In an instant, 600 of [-] people died.

Among them, even the sixth-level divine soldiers were bombarded and killed on the spot.

Ling Xiao appeared in the image of the Holy Infant King.

Standing indifferently in the courtyard, looking at the menacing but terrified crowd in the sky.

sneered.

"You Lieyan Temple are really brave, knowing that I am from Qiankuntang, how dare you touch me?
Hehe, it looks like your Raging Flame Temple is about to be destroyed! "

"Hmph, you're just relying on formations and holy patterns. It's not sure if you're from the Qiankun Hall. Don't bluff there!"

The leader of the Seventh God Realm powerhouse snorted coldly.

"Really? Master, others say that I am a fake, why don't you come out and uphold justice for the apprentice?"

Ling Xiao looked back into the house.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly flew out of the room.

In the next second, the seventh God Realm powerhouse headed by Raging Flame Temple died directly.

There is no chance of resistance.

The body gradually turned into black charcoal.

The laws of the gods collapsed.

It means that it is impossible to resurrect.

People saw the figure in the void.

Dressed in a black robe, he was extremely terrifying.

No one thought that there was such a terrifying existence behind the Holy Infant King.

"The eighth God Realm powerhouse!"

The warriors of the Flame Temple were all trembling.

Even if Qiankuntang is far away from here, there is no way to know what happened here.

But a strong person from the Eighth God Realm is an existence at the same level as the leader of the temple.

Who can afford it?

If it doesn't work out, it will end in extermination.

Ling Xiao looked contemptuously at the people in the Flame Temple and said, "Don't think that you are the only ones who have backing.

I have that too!
He even ignored my warning and tried to kill me many times.

Do you really think my Qiankuntang was given for nothing? "

At this time, the faces of the warriors in the Flame Temple are so ugly, how ugly.

Many people have been killed, but now, they can't continue to do it, and even their lives are still in the hands of others.

"Calm down, you two. We were also deceived by the villain and made a big mistake. I hope we can raise your hand!"

A good man does not suffer from immediate losses.

The people of Raging Flame Temple are not fools.

They know very well that saving their lives is the most important thing now.

(End of this chapter)