The Patriarch of the Nine Dragons

For a while, no one in the court spoke, but Nie Ying's face changed because of Mu Qianyin's sneer. For many years, no one dared to mock him in person like this.

"Yeah, how many years has no one dared to talk to myself like this? Have I been used to this, where did the **** nature go?"

At this moment, Nie Ying couldn't help but think of a lot, thinking that when he first came to fight Lingyuan, he was also a low-level cultivator who hadn't even broken through the high-rank Immortal Venerable.

With that **** nature that is not afraid of death, and the mind that is far beyond ordinary people, Nie Ying walked step by step to the position of the lord of the war spirit city. His history of struggle in the war spirit original is also a legendary history.

But Nie Ying asked himself that the number of times he fought in these years was barely counted. Of course, this was because of the hidden rules of the War Spirit original, and more or other reasons.

If a person has been at ease for a long time, he will naturally slacken off. Coupled with reaching the level of Nie Ying, he can't easily make a move. He has almost stayed in the War Spirit City these years.

There is another reason. Perhaps Nie Ying didn't even realize it. Being a native overlord in Zhan Lingyuan was not a pleasant thing before the beginning.

I have to say that after becoming the lord of the war spirit city, Nie Ying no longer has the fierce energy that came to war spirit original, let alone that kind of energy, it seems that everything has come to an end.

But is this really the case?

The peak of the third rank **** emperor is just the highest combat power of this war spirit original. Although it is not a weak person to obtain the entire Liyuan realm, it is not comparable to the higher-level strong.

Mu Qianyin's words were tantamount to a scream for Nie Ying, shattering his ease of mind for many years.

He suddenly discovered that his path during this period of time seemed to be on the wrong path.

The current cultivation base is far from the peak of cultivation, but since Nie Ying broke through to the top of the third rank **** emperor, he has been slack off for a while, and he has a vague heart, not wanting to break through to a higher realm.

Because once he breaks through to the fourth-ranking **** emperor, Nie Ying can no longer stay in this battle spirit, nor can he continue to be his land overlord. Between gains and losses, without a pure heart, how can he break through?

"This...maybe it is the knot I have been unable to break through!"

Nie Yingfan suddenly realized that he himself did not want to admit it for these years, and has been attacking the fourth-ranking **** emperor, but he has never made progress.

Perhaps it seems now that it is because of this demons that he didn't even notice.

"not like this!"

If the previous ones were just Nie Ying's psychological activities, those shouts that he blurted out shocked everyone, including Mu Qianyin, who was disappointed.

"This is Zhanlingyuan. Even the three top sects who want to kill people in Zhanlingyuan must ask me if Nie Yingtong disagrees!"

At this moment, Nie Ying seemed to be exuding a domineering aura, which gave Zhan Lei Haoqing and others a very special feeling, and a long-lost familiarity.

These years, Nie Ying stayed in the War Spirit City and couldn't leave the city. Not only did he not realize it, but even the old comrades like Zhan Lei who had been with him for many years seemed to have overlooked a problem.

That's the Nie Ying of these years, he no longer has that indomitable domineering.

And when he followed him to fight the world, the fierceness in him might be the real reason why Zhan Lei Haoqin and the others followed him.

However, it was a gradual progress before, and even Nie Ying himself didn't realize it. What's more, the strange calmness of these outsiders and Zhan Ling made them subconsciously accept this fact.

Until this moment, when they saw the long-lost aura on Nie Ying, they were shocked to be different, and at the same time there was a hint of excitement.

To re-own this domineering Nie Ying, future achievements will be limitless.

At this time, the breath radiating from Nie Ying, coupled with the words he said, made the human cultivators a little bit enthusiastic.

Yes, this is the War Spirit Plains, where the three major clans fought each other. Even the three top sects had to abide by the rules of the War Spirit Plains, and could not overpower others.

The vast majority of spectators have a feeling of being proud. It seems that the Zhan Ling primitive human race is an independent force. Even if the strongest is only the third rank **** emperor peak, others will never be underestimated.

"I can't help myself!"

Of course, this does not include Gu Yan, who lowered his head.

A hint of contempt flashed in his eyes, even a hint of gloat, and the vague look at a certain black-clothed figure was filled with a sneer.

Because what Mu Qianyin meant was to make this Zhan Lingyuan a shelter for Yun Xiao.

But Gu Yan knew clearly that once his news was passed back to the sect, a single Nie Ying would be a maniac.

And when the time comes to wait for the strong sect to arrive, I will add more fuel and jealousy. The woman who embarrassed herself in the main hall of the city lord's mansion may not be able to eat.

But under such circumstances, Gu Yan would not show it.

At this moment, Nie Ying's momentum is extremely strong, and Yun Xiao has become Zhan Lingyuan's new belief. If he dared to show a trace of dissatisfaction, he might be torn to pieces by the angry crowd.

"Xingchen, don't worry, as long as you are in Zhanlingyuan for one day, no one will dare to harm you, unless...Nie Ying died first!"

Naturally, Nie Ying didn't know Gu Yan's nasty thoughts, he saw that he had reduced his aura a little, and said to the black-clothed youth with a serious face, which made many people feel a little moved.

Especially after Nie Ying's last sentence fell, there was a faint breath on the sky, making everyone's expressions drastically changed, which is equivalent to taking a vow.

"City Lord Nie is serious, he hasn't reached that point yet!"

Yun Xiao also had gratitude in his heart. Just a cultivator at the top of the third rank **** emperor could do this for himself. He was also full of flesh and blood.

Only at this moment can he truly believe in Nie Ying.

Before that, Yun Xiao had been guarding everyone, whether it was Li Muling and Han Luoying on the surface, Mu Qianyin who had hidden his identity, or even the people in the City Lord's Mansion who might have guessed his identity.

After Yun Xiao knew that he was so amazing, his original identity could not escape the eyes of some caring people.

What's more, after the Shifang City War, many foreign spirits knew that he was Yunxiao under the pseudonym of Stars.

But at this moment, Nie Ying gave him a very unexpected feeling.

A Sanxiu third-rank **** emperor in Zhanlingyuan was not afraid of such a behemoth as Lieyang Temple Moon God Palace, which was a bit beyond his expectation.

"The battle is tragic, let's take a break first, look at the attitude of the tartary buckwheat clone. After suffering such a big loss, I shouldn't let it go!"

Yun Xiao didn't want to talk more about this topic. Her eyes looked a little gloomy towards the western sky, and her calm words contained countless potential meanings.

The previous excitement dissipated, and for a while, the human camp seemed a little dull.

After the silence, some cultivators slowly rushed towards the west, rushing into the pile of dead people with extremely rich blood.

"Master Xiao Gui, Lu Qi takes you home!"

Somewhere in the battlefield, Lu Qi, the first-rank **** emperor from the six districts, grabbed the corpse on the ground, and finally pulled out a **** waist. Listening to his words, everyone passing by was all moved.

In the previous tragic battle, the leader of the six districts, Xiao Gui, lost to the superpower of the second-ranking supernatural spirit, and finally blew himself desperately, and died with the superpower of the supernatural spirit. Nie Ying and others were watching.

In this way, Xiao Gui can be said to have no bones left. Even if Lu Qi wants to find a piece of his meat, it is impossible for Lu Qi to find the waist that belongs to Xiao Gui and let his fallen leaves return to their roots.

In the next six districts, there will inevitably be other second-tier **** emperors who will sit in the past, but Lu Qi, who has been following Xiao Gui for many years, could not help being a little frustrated, and left this melee place without a word.

Scenes like this are being staged almost every moment.

Some living cultivators hold a stump with a broken arm in their hands. When their relatives and friends will never survive, the grief is contagious.

After this tragic battle, the human side can be regarded as traumatized. In the end, if Yun Xiao brought the humans from the eighteenth district back, the situation would not be known how badly.

"Is this Zhan Lingyuan?"

Yun Xiao was also quite emotional about this. To be honest, although he had heard of the tragic nature of the War Spirit, he had always had the upper hand since he came to the War Spirit. He had never seen such a scene.

For example, in the dark night attack at the Oasis camp, Yun Xiao rushed to rescue Song and them in time. As for the other three destroyed camps, he did not see it with his own eyes.

Later, Yun Xiao showed off his supernatural power, starting from Shifang City, and even destroying the number of foreign spirits, and finally defeating the third-ranking **** emperor on the side of the foreign spirits, he couldn't lift his head.

Until this moment, Yun Xiao had truly seen the true tragic nature of Zhan Lingyuan.

The corpses piled up like a mountain may be considered lucky, and more human cultivators have chosen to blew themselves when they knew they were invincible, just like the Xiao Gui in the six districts.

"This is how the race between races is. I don't know how long it will last?"

Nie Ying had seen a lot, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Having said that, in his heart, he clearly knew that he would have to wait until one party was completely destroyed if he wanted this war to end.

"Hey, maybe there will be a strong **** emperor in the future, and the three major groups dare not fight endlessly?"

Mu Qianyin was whimsical, and when she heard the two awe-inspiring titles in her mouth, everyone seemed a little silent and didn't take it too seriously.

God emperor strong, that's just a legend!

For at least ten thousand years, there has never been a **** emperor in the mainland of Nine Dragons.

That was a level higher than the peak of the Ninth-Rank Divine Emperor. If such a powerhouse appeared, it might really change the chaotic situation today.