Tenth, tenth!

The ranking of one hundred divine veins is naturally ranked according to the strength of the divine veins.

However, nothing is absolute.

Just like the Fire Ancestor Witch Zhurong's Fire Ancestor Spirit Vein is ranked higher than the Water Ancestor Witch Gong Gong's Water Ancestor Spirit Vein, but, at some point, water is fire-resistant.

Therefore, it is not necessary to have a spiritual vein ranked eighty, but it must have completely beaten the spiritual vein ranked ninetieth.

Naturally, the spiritual veins ranked eighty will suppress the spiritual veins that are ranked.

This is the fixed number of the Divine Vein Rankings, and it is also the unchanging principle.

However, this principle does not apply to the top 10 spiritual veins.

Because in common sense, it is impossible for any intelligent beings to inherit these ten spiritual veins.

Not human, or protoss, or any other race.

The power is too strong, one thing.

What's more, demon gods like Emperor Wa and Daode Tianzun are too strong, and almost no one can get their approval.

The divine vein chooses the host, and in the underworld, it also carries the will of the god of inheritance.

The stronger the god of inheritance, the stronger the will.

The more Shura thought about it, the more horrified he became.

If there is anyone in this world who is most likely to obtain the spiritual vein of Shura, it should be him.

After all, the power of his bloodline came from the Styx Ancestor.

And he didn't get it, but the woman did.

This shows that the Styx Ancestor recognizes her even more!

But how is this possible?!

Su Tianli accurately captured every expression on Shura's face, her expression paused slightly, and the corners of her lips hooked: "Interesting, your spiritual veins seem to be out of the same door as me." ”

It was the first time she had used her spiritual veins thoroughly.

She also knew that her spiritual vein was the tenth ranked Shura spiritual vein on the list of one hundred divine veins.

Under the ancestor of the god of inheritance, Styx, there are also many disciples and descendants.

The spiritual vein of Shura, the god of its inheritance, must only be a disciple or descendant of the ancestor of the Styx.

This is really an unexpected gain for Su Tianli.

"Elder Shura, what are you doing there?" Seeing this scene, another elder couldn't help but shout, "Hurry up and kill the reincarnation, so we can go back and restore our lives." ”

"Li'er!" Fu Su chased after him, and on the side of his body, he stepped forward half a body, which was also a gesture to protect his wife.

Something flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly chuckled: "I didn't expect Li'er to still be a divine vein, but I really don't deserve it." ”

The corners of Su Tianli's mouth twitched: "Why are you even more serious." ”

At this time, there is still leisure to say such things.

It's embarrassing to say that she learned from the little son, obviously he is learning.

"I'm serious. Fusu's eyes were slightly condensed, and the corners of his lips moved slightly, "Every sentence is very serious." ”

Shura still stopped there, not moving.

An elder finally couldn't stand it anymore and swept over: "Shura!"

Shura woke up suddenly, his eyebrows tightened, and he said coldly: "You don't need to remind me, I know it myself." ”

"That's good. The elder also knew that he was much worse than Shura, so he could only nod his head and leave again.

Shura turned his head and looked at Su Tianli again.

It's just that the gaze is completely different.

It's scorching, it's like ...... Look at the lover alike.

Su Tianli was inexplicably watched, but she was still vigilant.

"Senior—" Fusu narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "You're tens of thousands of years old this year, aren't you?"

Hearing this, Shura not only did not get angry, but also replied: "It has been more than 70,000 years since I arrived in Hongmeng Palace. ”

However, he did not say how old he was.

Then his eyes were still staring at Su Tianli, motionless, and he even forgot about Ling Yin.

"Su Su, is there something wrong with his brain?" Su Tianli whispered, "What does he always look at me?"

Fusu didn't move, but said, "Maybe, I was frightened by Li'er." ”

Su Tianli: "......"

And on the other side -

Elder Sanxiao's situation is not much better.

She had already imprisoned Jun Muqian, and threw it to Di Yao.

But in the blink of an eye, not only was the person in her hand gone, but she was also injured.

Inexplicably, a fire appeared.

When she came back to her senses, Di Yao had been controlled by the woman in purple.

Elder Sanxiao was shocked: "Xiao Yao!"

"Little concubine?" the golden phoenix hairpin in Jun Muqian's hand lay in front of Di Yao's throat, and smiled coldly, "Believe it or not, I will let you never harm another girl in your life." ”

Di Yao's face was ugly, and the man's self-esteem was hit strongly.

He had already felt Jun Muqian's cultivation, and at present, he had just entered the ninth-level Spirit Emperor.

And he is a sixth-level spirit saint.

Actually......

How did Di Yao know that Jun Muqian's strength was not only superficial cultivation at all.

Elder Sanxiao was shocked and angry: "Let go of Xiao Yao!"

"Let go?" Jun Muqian raised his eyebrows, and there was anger between his eyebrows, "Just now, you didn't want to let us go." ”

Elder Sanxiao's face sank: "What do you want?" Xiao Yao was kind enough to spare your life and want to accept you as a concubine, but you are still so ignorant?"

"I don't want to do anything. Jun Muqian hooked his lips slightly, "Presumably, my life should not be as important as him, if you want to kill us, even if I die, I can pull him as a back-"

Elder Sanxiao's expression changed drastically, and he said sharply, "How dare you?!"

Jun Muqian chuckled: "Don't have any doubts, believe me, I can do it." ”

With a wave of his free hand, a little baby appeared.

He was on fire all over his body, and he was very cute.

Jun Mu said lightly: "Little Huohuo, play with this old man." ”

"Uhhh

In such a short moment, the situation that was originally beneficial to Hongmeng Palace was reversed.

Shura didn't move, Elder Sanxiao was restrained, and only Mu Ying's side was left.

Mu Ying, Changliu, Ao Yan...... There are also other Yalong clansmen, who are fighting against more than a dozen ninth-level peak spirit saints.

Ao Yue was aggrieved and puzzled: "Big brother, why should we help them?"

Ao Bing didn't answer, but said, "You can leave." ”

Ao Yue wilted.

"Oh, Ao Bing. Ao Yan was also surprised, he raised his eyebrows, "The sun is coming out in the west?"

Ao Bing glanced at him lightly: "It's not you who I helped." ”

Ao Yan shrugged his shoulders and said no more, concentrating on the enemy.

But in the end, there is a huge disparity in cultivation.

One Spirit Saint can fight against a hundred Spirit Emperors.

Especially on Mu Ying's side, the pressure is too great.

When some elders saw that Shura did not move, they could only go and kill Ling Yin in person.

Mu Ying has to defend and attack.

In a matter of moments, he was covered in blood.

"Hehehe, good talent. An elder smiled faintly, "If it weren't for the mongrel, I'm afraid it would have already reached the Spirit Saint." ”

"But that's the end of it. ”

Mu Ying didn't say a word, holding a sword in his left hand, and attacked again.

There were at least ten ninth-level spirit saints around him, wrapped in from all directions, impenetrable, and there was no room for retreat.

However, Mu Ying did not plan to retreat.

His eyes were calm, and with a stroke of his wrist bones, his swordsmanship came out, and the sword qi rose up.

"Buzz!"

In a short moment, it stopped the pace of these ten ninth-level spirit saints.

Even, there was one of the most powerful sword qi that injured an elder of Hongmeng Palace.

At this moment, the faces of the Spirit Saints changed.

They looked at the young man's vigorous posture and blurted out in a lost voice: "Imperial swordsmanship?!"

For a moment, the elders all stopped, and a little horror and lingering fear appeared on their faces.

Imperial Swordsmanship...... How could it be imperial swordsmanship!

The person who knows the emperor's swordsmanship is dead!

At this moment, through Mu Ying, they seemed to see another man from him-

Many years ago, he also came with a sword and killed countless Hongmeng Palace disciples!

Again, with such a sword technique.

This swordsmanship frightened the Hongmeng Palace and made people panic.

In the end, it was only a few Supreme Elders who came out together to resist.

They are people who have experienced the events of the past, and they are very impressed by this swordsmanship.

But no one dares to think about it.

Because......

As soon as the emperor's swordsmanship comes out, it will never die!

There must be, one side is going to die!

"That man......" one of the elders suddenly came to his senses and shouted, "he seems to be in the company of that traitor." ”

As soon as these words came out, in an instant, the eyes of the Spirit Saints changed.

inherited the power of Changyi's bloodline, and inherited Mu Chenbai's talent......

This son must not be kept!

"Uhhh

The elders completely moved on Mu Ying's killing intent, the spiritual veins were fully opened, the spiritual power skyrocketed, and they launched an attack at the same time.

Again, the pressure has increased.

Mu Ying's expression changed slightly, and the speed of swinging the sword became faster and faster.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Every sword qi carries a lingering dead aura.

If you hurt something critical, you can never recover.

Mu Ying is also breaking through his limits all the time, if it is only a ninth-level spirit saint, he can kill it, but ......

"Poof—"

Mu Ying took a step back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ling Yin's expression changed, and he hurriedly supported him, also resisting the spirit saints in front of him.

"This emperor's swordsmanship is too far worse than that person at that time. An elder smiled coldly, "It's not an imperial sword technique at all. ”

"Yes, it's too bad. Another elder also said, "I thought it was amazing, but I was just a child, and I still wanted to use the real imperial swordsmanship?"

As he spoke, he slapped his palm and struck again!

"Ah Ling, stand back. Mu Ying reluctantly suppressed the fishy sweetness in her throat, "I'll just come, you must not have anything to do." ”

Ling Yin was very anxious, but he didn't have the ability to do it anymore.

And Mu Ying also became the end of the crossbow at this time, and every time he swung his sword, he would spit out a mouthful of blood.

His face gradually turned pale, and his breath weakened.

It's just a little bit closer, and it's going to be lifeless.

Voices of anger came from both sides.

"Little Shadow!"

"Brother!"

However, whether it is Jun Muqian or Changliu, he can't get by.

Their enemies are much stronger than they are.

Jun Muqian also knew that she couldn't kill Di Yao easily.

She can run, but what about others?

Di Yao also saw that scene, and he suddenly said, "If you let me go, I'll let them let my eldest brother go, how about it?"

In his heart, he secretly sneered, and it was better to die quickly.

"Shut up. Jun Mu glanced at him lightly, and the golden phoenix hairpin in his hand pierced without hesitation.

Emperor Yao let out a roar of extreme pain, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped violently.

"!" Elder Sanxiao was furious, "You are really looking for death." ”

She had been carried away by rage and pounced on her with a roar.

And at this moment—

Ten ninth-level spirit saints have already pushed Mu Ying to a desperate situation.

While persecuting, he is still laughing.

"Hahaha, this kind of imperial swordsmanship is really too weak. ”

"Children are children, can't you go home and drink porridge?"

"This kind of opponent is really boring. ”

Mu Ying gasped violently: "Ho ......"

For the first time, he felt powerless.

His legs were slightly bent, obviously unable to stand steadily, but he still protected Ling Yin behind him.

Mu Ying's eyes trembled.

Now, he can't even open the spiritual vein.

Because even if the spiritual vein is opened, it can only pull the dozen ninth-level spirit saints in front of him to die together.

But there are still two supremes, and no one present can beat them.

When he died, he couldn't protect Ah Ling even more.

Mu Ying clenched her fists tightly, and her eyes became blank.

At the end of the eyes, the crystals are rapidly converging, but they are not dripping.

Father, I'm ...... after all Still can't compare to you.

Mother, he can't protect it.

Ah Ling, he can't protect it.

What else is he for?

Nope-

He's just a piece of rubbish, a complete piece of rubbish!

Mu Ying lowered his head, as if he had given up resistance.

"Come on, come on, let's completely end up with this so-called imperial swordsmanship heir. The Lingsheng at the head was very disdainful, "From now on, there will be no emperor swordsmanship." ”

The other elders laughed out loud and scorned, and they all struck out.

The spiritual power is surging, and he is about to take Mu Ying's life-

But at this moment!

A stronger, more powerful, and more terrifying sword aura swept across the East China Sea from another direction, and suddenly burst out!

"Qiang ——!"

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