Destiny Martial God

In Xianyang City!

Just when Yu Haoran began to impact the martial emperor realm of soul power with the help of the pure soul power contained in the soul fire, in the Qianlong fairyland behind the white fog in the forbidden area of ​​the Xianyang City Palace.

A handsome young man in purple robes and extraordinary temperament quietly floated in the air of the fairyland.

And on all sides of the purple-clothed young man, there were eight white-haired old men in light purple robes and gentle temperament sitting cross-legged in the air. Each of the white-haired old men had a white feather emitting holy light in his hand.

The white-haired old man who was sitting cross-legged on the north side of the purple-clothed young man raised his head and glanced at the fairyland void with lightning and thunder, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes as he gave instructions to the other seven white-haired old men.

"The ancient thunder has descended, and the void barrier of the Ancient God Trial Field is about to be broken. We will immediately awaken the sleeping soul of the Ninth Prince, and then, under the leadership of the Ninth Son of God, descend to the Tianxuan Continent to recreate the glory of the ancient gods ruling all things."

"Follow the prince's orders!" The other seven white-haired old men pressed their right hands on their chests with the same excitement, bowed their heads and responded.

"Everyone, now restore the peak state of the gods, summon the power of my Lord Shenhuang in the Holy Feather, and use the power of Shenhuang to awaken the soul of the Ninth Son of God sleeping in the abyss!" The white-haired old man called the prince stood up with his fingers pinching the holy feathers, and excitedly ordered the other seven old men.

After hearing the prince's white-haired old man's order, the white-haired old men in the other seven directions stood up at the same time, and as their bodies suddenly grew taller, pairs of holy white feather wings gradually stretched out from behind the seven white-haired old men.

If Yu Haoran saw what was happening in Qianlong Wonderland at this moment, he would definitely gasp in shock, because the number of white wings stretched out from the backs of the seven white-haired old men reached five pairs.

According to the division between the number of wings and realm of the gods, these seven white-haired old men are all gods in the realm of martial gods.

If these seven white-haired old men in the realm of martial gods descended on Tianxuan Continent, even the four guardian families and the mysterious Yuxu Palace would probably open the door and surrender immediately!

Seeing that the seven white-haired old men had successfully restored the bodies of the gods, the white-haired old man called the prince, while his body grew rapidly, also stretched out five pairs of wings emitting holy light from his back.

But what is different from the other seven white-haired old men is that the five pairs of wings stretched out from the back of the prince white-haired old man are much larger and longer than the wings stretched out by the other seven white-haired old men.

Afterwards, the eight white-haired old men threw the white feathers in their hands directly at the purple-clothed young man floating in the air with a long breath.

After watching the eight white feathers inserted into the five limbs, heart and abdomen of the purple-clothed young man, the white-haired old man of the prince chanted softly with a respectful demeanor.

"My Lord Shenhuang, the Holy Spirit is eternal, protecting the gods, and holiness is forever!"

Along with the white-haired old man's soft chanting, the five pairs of wings on the backs of the eight white-haired old men immediately rose with a dazzling and scorching white flame.

"Go...!"

The eight white-haired old men flapped the five pairs of wings behind them, pointed at the purple-clothed young man, and shouted softly.

Along with the light shout, a total of forty pairs of wings emerged with scorching white flames, which flowed into the eight feathers inserted into the purple-clothed young man.

The eight feathers that absorbed the scorching white flames gradually began to melt, and then penetrated into the body of the purple-clothed young man bit by bit.

"Boom!"

When the eight completely melted feathers were all integrated into the body of the purple-clothed young man, an incomparable terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the purple-clothed young man.

The incomparable terrifying aura instantly radiated the entire Ancient God Trial Field. Whether it was the powerful beasts of the Emperor Realm and God Realm, or those powerful gods who were in deep cultivation, under the oppression of the terrifying aura, they either crawled on the ground with trembling bodies or knelt on the ground with respectful expressions.

"Everyone, use your and my divine blood to awaken the divine power of my Lord in the Holy Feather!"

After seeing the terrifying aura rising from the purple-clothed young man, the white-haired old man of the prince gave an order to the other seven white-haired old men, and then he cut his finger first and squeezed out a drop of light purple blood.

The blood squeezed out by the other seven white-haired old men was bright red.

Just when the eight white-haired old men had just squeezed out a drop of their own blood, a suction force suddenly emerged from the body of the purple-clothed young man, directly sucking a drop of light purple and seven drops of bright red blood into his body.

At the moment when the eight drops of blood merged into the body of the purple-clothed young man, the terrifying aura rising from him was immediately retracted.

Then, a shadow with six pairs of huge wings stretched out from behind, although the appearance and body shape could not be seen, appeared beside the purple-clothed young man.

"Shen Han greets my lord!" After seeing the six-winged shadow appearing beside the purple-clothed young man, the white-haired old man of the prince immediately knelt on one knee and saluted with his left head pressed to his chest.

"Shen Shi greets my lord, may my lord live forever!" The other seven white-haired old men also knelt on one knee and saluted with their left heads pressed to their chests.

Facing the salute of the eight white-haired old men, the six-winged shadow did not give any response, but just stretched out his pale left hand and pressed it on the purple-clothed young man's forehead, and then the six-winged shadow turned into a white holy cannon and entered the purple-clothed young man's sea of ​​consciousness.

Ten seconds later, the purple-clothed young man floating quietly in the air slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes, as charming as the sea of ​​stars, revealed a look of deep fatigue.

"Shen Han greets His Majesty the Son of God!"

"Shen Shi greets His Majesty the Son of God!"

Faced with the purple-robed youth who had opened his eyes and woke up, and directly sat cross-legged in the air, the eight white-haired old men just pressed their left chests and did not kneel down to greet him.

"Thank you, uncle and the seven adults for your protection!" After scanning Shen Han and the seven divine servants, the Nine Gods thanked him lightly.

"Your Highness, how do you feel now?" Shen Han, who folded his back and stretched out his five pairs of wings, flew in front of the Nine Gods and asked with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

He looked up at the empty space with lightning and thunder, and then withdrew his gaze, and replied with a hint of arrogance in his expression.

"After countless years of abyss training, this son of God's soul has the ability to impact the supreme realm, but due to the influence of the divine body realm, I am afraid it will take a long time to practice in seclusion."

"Your Highness, the Son of God, now that all things in Tianxuan Continent have awakened, the perfect law of heaven has fallen into a deep sleep. It is the best time for Your Highness to use the power of heaven and earth to impact the supreme realm." After hearing the reply from the Nineth Son of God, Shen Han reminded him with joy in his eyes.

"Uncle, this son of God's soul has been away from the sea of ​​consciousness for too long, causing the soul to be a little unfamiliar with the control of the divine body. I am afraid it will take some time to adapt."

After feeling his own condition a little, the Nineth Son of God instructed Shen Han.

"Uncle, gather the army of the gods. This son of God has decided to tear the void of the trial field in a month, and then bring you to Tianxuan Continent to reproduce the glory of my gods ruling all things in ancient times."