With the words, the curtain in front of the sedan chair opened without wind, and then one foot was lifted and stepped to the ground.

A handsome young man with excellent talent walked leisurely, slowly got off the sedan chair, came to the front of the spiritual cultivators, and stood with his hands in his hands.

This person is very young, his face is white, and his blue eyes are striking and abnormal, they are the color of water, but what is revealed in them is indifferent and cold, as if everything in the world is not in his heart.

The two gray-haired old men naturally stood on their backs, and the other northern spiritual cultivators hurriedly bowed their heads.

"Meet the young master!"

The three major spirit sects stood with their hands bowed, and as for the six spirit emperors, they were already kneeling on their knees.

It can be seen that in front of the handsome young man, only the Spirit Sect has a place.

Ignoring it, as if he hadn't seen it, the eyes of the young man in blue fell on the spiritual cultivators in the south, as if he was inspecting the emperor of the world.

The blue eyes swept one by one, and the indifferent voice reappeared.

"I didn't expect the southern land to wither to this point, and as far as the eye could see, it was just some dry bones in the grave. As he spoke, his gaze fell on several sword sects in the south.

As soon as these words came out, several people all changed color, and some people wanted to open their mouths to refute, but after looking at the age of the other party, coupled with the powerful power of the divine soul just now, they couldn't speak for a while.

The situation is stronger than people, and the other party does have the ability to be proud, and it can't be regarded as nonsense. The Sword Sects present were already old, and even if their qi and blood did not wither, it was only a matter of time before they were done.

Chen Xuanming's appearance seemed to be a little older, and he sighed softly. Chu Yun frowned, his eyes were a little unwilling, mixed with a little helplessness.

Seeing the reactions of several people, the blue-clothed young man showed a little disappointment in his eyes, and snorted lightly: "It seems that I am not wrong." As he spoke, he no longer paid attention to a few people, but turned his eyes to look at the many spiritual cultivators in the south, and was indifferent: "Under the Spirit Sect, don't kneel down yet!"

As soon as the words fell, a powerful divine soul power instantly filled the void above everyone's heads, and fluctuations similar to heaven and earth reappeared, accompanied by infinite pressure.

"Kneel"

Everyone looked at each other, if at first, they thought the other person was crazy. But now sensing the unresolved fluctuations above their heads, many people's faces changed on the spot.

Cold sweat broke out on Bai Tingqian's forehead, he could clearly sense how terrifying the fluctuations in the void were, and the cultivation of his Spirit King Realm was like a dead leaf in the sea in front of him, as if he would be squeezed into powder at any time.

The same is true of where Liu Chen is, and no one is an exception. Closer to the mouth, Qiao Linglong frowned, and her body shook slightly.

For low-level monks, the fluctuations of heaven and earth were like heaven asking them to kneel, and the will in them could not be resisted at all.

"After three breaths, he who does not kneel ...... Die!"

The blue-clothed young man looked faint and said directly: "One!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Xuanming's face immediately changed, if the other party asked Lingzong to kneel in front of him, he would feel much more relaxed, and he would only think that this person was a paranoid. But at this moment, he looked at the other party's blue cold eyes and eyebrows

The wrinkles of the head are getting worse.

He could feel that in the eyes of the other party, under the Spirit Sect, they were all ants.

"Two!"

The voice continued to count.

Chu Yun couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted: "Why is it difficult for Your Excellency to be strong, on the path of spiritual cultivation, the first thing is to do to others, and you should not do to others." The old man admits that Your Excellency's cultivation is strong, and we are not opponents. But you would be naïve to think that you can run amok here. ”

The key to the Spirit Emperor's breakthrough through the Spirit Sect is the power of Dao Yun and Divine Soul. The other party's move was clearly to destroy the minds of the Spirit Emperors present. However, this is still secondary, if there is a genius among the low-level monks present who can surpass this person in the future, after kneeling down like this, I am afraid that there is no hope for the rest of his life. This is especially important, and it can be said that as long as you kneel, the spirituality present will never be an opponent of this person in the future.

"Young man, this move will definitely damage the foundation of the major factions in my south, do you think we will agree?" Chen Xuanming took a step forward, obviously ready to stop.

At the same time, several Spirit Sects in the south stepped forward and glanced at each other, already decided.

The three major spiritual sects in the north also took a step together and fought-for-tat. The Six Great Spirit Emperors stood up and re-opposed themselves to the Southern Spiritual Cultivator side by side.

The blue-clothed young man frowned lightly and said, "Heh, it's just some mediocrity." After speaking, his eyes flashed, and he continued directly: "Three!"

With the words, the power of the divine soul surged, and the sky darkened.

Like a sharp blade hanging his head, with a plop, Bai Tingqian's eyes turned black in front of him, and he fell to the ground straight, and the big beads of sweat on his forehead fell to the ground, as if he was resisting with some kind of qi, and the result was obviously a failure.

Not only Bai Tingqian, but at the same time, the sound of plopping was endless, and countless low-level spiritual cultivators waited until they knelt down to come back to their senses, and they felt that the pressure on the top of their heads suddenly disappeared, and their bodies became relaxed.

Looking at the crowd of black pressure like seedlings in a rice field, and his life was a little shorter, Chen Xuanming said angrily: "Soldiers can be killed, but they cannot be humiliated......

Before he finished speaking, the blue-clothed young man snorted coldly and interrupted: "Humiliation?!What kind of humiliation can you talk about when you can kneel in front of the future spirit god?"

"You!what?spirit!?"

Chen Xuanming's face changed again and again, he didn't expect the other party's heart to be so high. For thousands of years, there has not been a single spirit god in the land of Fuso. Looking at the posture of the person in front of him, it seems that the spirit spirit is also a matter of coming at hand.

He wanted to open his mouth to talk about wishful thinking, but when he saw the confidence in the other party's eyes and the age of the other party, he suddenly felt that what this person said seemed to have infinite possibilities.

Several great spirit sect gods on the side were shocked, if the other party could really become the rumored spirit god, who in the south could be the enemy? No, no, it should be that there is someone in the south who can compare to the person in front of him, this talent, I am afraid that no one can compare.

While a few people were in a state of shock, the devotional practice of kneeling became more and more.

Qiao Linglong was originally patient, but in the end she had to kneel on the ground. In the face of absolute strength, all arrogance and loftiness have turned into clouds and become ridiculous excuses.

It doesn't seem difficult to get down on your knees, why did I just do that

To insist on that?!

Many monks sensed the ease of their bodies and breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

But with the passage of time, there are still people who insist, and Lin Chen is one of them.

As he approached the back of the group, he found that his heart was surging all the time, and until this time, his blood was still rolling. The pressure above his head was like a sharp sword, constantly piercing his nerves. The secret of his cultivation of the Empty Cicada is the most sensitive to the power of the divine soul, and the coercion he perceives is a hundred times greater than that of others. Therefore, he knew very clearly that if he didn't kneel, the power of the divine soul above would be pressed down little by little, crushing him to the ground with all his heart.