Honghuang: People in Jiejiao, picking up entries to prove Hunyuan

"What a great human race ancestor! What a saint's direct disciple! His Taoism is truly unfathomable! I, Xuan Huang, admire you! I admire you!" As Tong Ling's voice fell, a square-faced man wearing a black and yellow robe, with a majestic face, a rebellious temperament, and golden hair wrapped into nine lion heads, walked out of the void.

As soon as he came out, he clapped his hands and praised Tong Ling, with a seemingly friendly smile on his square face.

"Ten black and yellow lions, you don't have to praise me so much. Since the black and gold wolf ancestor you controlled oppressed the human race, then compared to the dead black and gold wolf ancestor, you are the one who deserves to die more."

"Tell me, are you going to commit suicide, or do you want this ancestor to do it yourself?" Tong Ling didn't want to waste words with this existence of a mere quasi-saint in the early stage. His eyes dropped and he looked at the ten black and yellow lions indifferently.

As soon as these words came out, not only did the ten Xuanhuang lions change their expressions, but also the three Xiaos and Fairy Caiyun, the three ancestors of the human race, and the four mounts beside them all looked at Tong Ling in disbelief, with more and more shock in their eyes.

"Look at Senior Brother Tong's calm and confident attitude. I'm afraid he really doesn't take these ten Xuanhuang lions in the early stage of Quasi-Saint seriously!"

"But...how did Senior Brother Tong become so powerful all of a sudden? Did he have an epiphany in seclusion? Or something? The speed of this improvement in Taoism is too outrageous, right? It simply shouldn't exist!" After hearing what Tong Ling said, Fairy Caiyun remembered that Tong Ling had just blown a breath and killed the Xuanjin Beizu, who was in the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian. When the two were combined, she was immediately shocked.

The others were similar.

However, after slowly reacting, the three Xiaos and the four girls of Fairy Caiyun looked at Tong Ling with eyes that immediately began to shine.

The three ancestors of the human race showed awe in their eyes. They found that they could not understand Tong Ling, the ancestor of the human race. He was really terrifying!

It is a blessing for the human race to have such an ancestor of literature!

As for the countless other human races, they saw that their ancestor of literature blew away the powerful Xuanjin Beizu with one breath, protecting the entire human race, and at this time, he was full of confidence, not taking the ten Xuanhuang lions who were more powerful than Xuanjin Beizu seriously.

Immediately, they all bowed to Tong Ling and shouted, "The ancestor of literature is immeasurable! The ancestor of literature is invincible!"

When the ten Xuanhuang lions in the distance heard Tong Ling's words, their faces turned black at the first moment.

At this moment, they looked at Tong Ling again, as if they did not take him seriously at all, and they were immediately furious!

"Okay, okay! Human race's ancestor of literature! I, Xuan Huang, originally wanted to make peace with you!"

"Just now, I manipulated Xuan Jin Bei Zu to oppress your human race, just because my Xuan Huang Lion clan and the Wu clan have a grudge. Now the Wu clan is defeated, and your human race originally intermarried with the Wu clan, so you can be considered as the Wu clan's camp."

"So, I want to force your human race, and then let your human race apologize to our Xuan Huang Lion clan."

"But now it seems that you are ungrateful!" The square-faced man transformed by ten Xuan Huang lions stared at Tong Ling with a gloomy face. He had already decided to fight Tong Ling, and he would have to fight to know the outcome.

Although he was shocked when he saw Tong Ling blow Xuan Jin Bei Zu to death with one breath just now, he wanted to reconcile with Tong Ling and the human race.

But with his Taoism at the early stage of Quasi Saint, if he used some special Qi Dao Shangpinxian Lingbao, it would not be impossible to do it.

It is said that this ancestor of literature of the human race did it this way.

In this case, why should he, Xuan Huang, a quasi-saint, be afraid of this human race's ancestor of literature?

At worst, he could just run away.

Xuan Huang didn't believe that he couldn't even run away in front of this human race's ancestor of literature!

But what happened next made Xuan Huang regret it very much, knowing that he was careless.

In front of the human race's ancestor of literature, he really couldn't run away!

But in the distance, Tong Ling casually cut off a strand of his hair, and then threw the cut strand out lightly.

Target, ten Xuan Huang lions!