The Strongest Martial Emperor" (Author: Yiqu Dongfeng Chapter 576 The Heir of the Song Family) text, please enjoy!

Before the wind and cold came out, the entire Ethereal Peak was controlled by Feng Rujian single-handedly, it can be said that Feng Rujian was already a veritable acting suzerain in addition to a name, and the words of the Ethereal Peak, Feng Rujian were the will, they could only choose to obey, and Jiaohai was a senior in Shenzhou, not only the prestige on the Shenzhou continent was extremely high, but he was famous for his resourcefulness and tactfulness, of course, the strength was also so strong that most purple-level high-grade powerhouses were frightened, and it was undoubtedly a very wise decision to let a super strong person like Jiaohai and Feng Rujian jointly lead them, Feng Rujian's voice had just fallen, and dozens of purple-level powerhouses in front of him immediately echoed loudly, It can be seen from this that the two people of Feng Rujian and Jiaohai are definitely enough to convince the public!

"Thanks to the love of Elder Feng and all of you, the old man is not as respectful as obeying his fate. "Affirmed by Feng Rujian and many purple-level powerhouses, Jiaohai was not flattered, but very calm, as if Feng Rujian's decision was predestined a long time ago.

Looking at the thunder that keeps falling in the northern sky, Jiaohai's state of mind is still ancient and waveless, without a trace of ripples, and Jiaohai's self-cultivation in the previous year has allowed Jiaohai to control his emotions at will, hiding everything in his heart, so that everyone can't grasp his own thoughts, but at this time, Jiaohai has just taken the position, and it is obviously more inappropriate for Jiaohai to continue to be as calm as a wooden man.

Walking out to Feng Rujian's side, he glanced around at the dozens of purple-level powerhouses in front of him, the corners of Jiaohai's mouth suddenly rose high, and a mighty domineering aura immediately surged out of Jiaohai's body, completely enveloping the ethereal purple army in the field, seeing the surprise in the eyes of the ethereal purple army, Jiaohai didn't pay much attention to it, but said with a slight tremor in his lips:" In two days, the White City will become a piece of broken history, and I order everyone to go back to rest and recharge their energy at once, and when the sun sets the day after tomorrow, we will go to the White City, and let the rabble know what it means to be untouchable!"

The magnetic voice was full of blood and battle intent, and instantly drove the ethereal purple army in the field, and after the firm answers sounded, the purple-level powerhouses in the field also continued to sweep towards their rooms, and when they arrived, only the two of Feng Rujian and Jiaohai were left in the field.

And at this point, Jiaohai's domineering spirit is also like a returning tide, Jiaohai was quickly retracted into his body, and in an instant, Jiaohai, who originally looked invincible, once again became an old man with no waves on the surface, but Jiaohai was a simple one to put and receive, but he could see that the wind on the side was like a sword and was dumbfounded, and he could control his own momentum so superbly, this wind like a sword in his career in the last year was very rare, even a monk like a virtual appearance, the control of momentum was not as skilled as Jiaohai. Fortunately, he was wise at the beginning, and did not give up inviting Jiaohai to join because of his strange temper, a person like Jiaohai, if he stood in his own camp, would undoubtedly bring great benefits to his side, and if he had such an enemy, Feng Rujian was not even sure if he could cope with it without the help of Feng Han!

The Ethereal Army, 300,000, the cultivation of low-orange grade products makes this plate of loose sand also seem majestic, and the Ethereal Purple Army, this legion that has made the blood of the wind like a sword that has been silent for decades boil again, is to let the wind like a sword have the capital of no one, just a gorgeous lineup of purple-level high-grade powerhouses, Feng Rujian does not believe that Baicheng can compete with the Ethereal Purple Army, not to mention as many as thirty purple-level powerhouses, and a powerful lineup of fifty purple-level lower-grade powerhouses, after being solved by Baicheng Twenty people, it can also have a purple-level powerhouse lineup of eighteen people, Ethereal Peak is worthy of being a legend that has been entrenched in the Shenzhou continent for thousands of years without falling, and it seems that Feng Rujian seems, In the face of the ethereal peak, a giant beast that has become angry, Bai Cheng, which is said to be impossible to break, is just a thatched house with four walls, and in the face of such a powerful strength as Ethereal Peak, Bai Cheng is just a chicken, how can he escape the pursuit of the falcon?

Although before the war began, Feng Rujian did not forget Jiaohai's warning, he must regard Baicheng as a powerful enemy, and no details can be neglected, whether it is to reduce his own losses and achieve a great victory effect, or to beware of the dark hands and feet of Baicheng and Jile Temple, as the person in power, Feng Rujian must not be careless about the enemy, but the eyes of Feng Rujian, at this time, Baicheng is just the same as the dead city a few months ago, because what they provoked this time was the Ethereal Peak that no one on the Shenzhou Continent dared to anger!

Half a month ago, after breaking through the black-level barrier, Feng Han had been in contact with Feng Rujian, when Feng Rujian reported that Feng Yiru and Feng Yizhi were killed by Bai Yu, Feng Han's anger even made the Heavenly Pillar of Ethereal Peak tremble, if only Feng Yizhi was killed, then with the trend of Baicheng's growth, Feng Han does not have to live with Bai Cheng, but Bai Yu actually hurt Feng Yiru, this is the reverse scale that touched Feng Han, Feng Yiru is a seedling with good talent in Ethereal Peak for more than a year, Feng Han has already given him the position of the sect master of Ethereal Peak, Bai Yu dared to kill Feng Yiru, this is not in his eyes at all, didn't put the ethereal peak, the giant crocodile of Shenzhou, in his eyes, Feng Han's order to Feng Rujian was very simple, kill, don't let go of a living person, and let everyone in Baicheng be buried with Feng Yiru!

"Two days after enjoying it, the white feather ......" A gust of wind rolled up from the bottom of the cliff, bringing up a cloud of dust, and when the dust fell, the figure of the wind like a sword and Jiaohai had already disappeared from the place, and only a deep voice still echoed in the cliff for a long time.

The clouds outside the inside are still rolling, the blue electric dragon shuttles through it, brewing the power to destroy the earth, as if hinting at the ethereal peak that is about to be dispatched, and at this time, the ethereal peak of the back mountain bamboo forest, the huge black stone is constantly getting smaller, if someone is standing next to it at this time to observe carefully, you can see, the black sand on the boulder is falling down, and the black sand decomposes and falls at the same time, the black stone is also constantly releasing the mysterious qi outward, the faint black here is obviously richer, at least the corrosive power here is much stronger, a month ago it was still a verdant bamboo forest, at this time the pale black Xuan Qi, gradually became witheredThe original empty and upright bamboo not only became bent and weak, but the bamboo was also corroded by thousands of holes, the mountain wind blows, and the overwhelmed bamboo continues to fall, making the sound of "beep horn", like the cracking and explosion sound of a certain object being twisted, so that this piece of the world has become lifeless, and no trace of life dares to enter it.

The moment Song Zhi was beheaded, all the cultivators on the Shenzhou Continent were mobilized, and the sword scabbard valley more than 17,000 miles southwest of Baicheng was still the iron gate that had been silent for many years, when Bai Wuji's long sword slashed through Song Zhi's neck, on the jade mirror between the Eighteen Ancestors, the originally active white light suddenly quieted down, and the shocked gaze of the Eighteen Ancestors gradually became dim, and finally completely darkened.

Seeing the white light representing Song Zhi's life disappearing, the eighteen people in the cave were silent, and everyone quietly shifted their eyes to Song Ming's face, after all, although Song Zhi managed the Song family without a way, but no matter how he said it, he was a direct descendant of Song Ming after all, and in order to reach the purple-level high-grade, Song Zhi's life had been extended to several years, and there was no disease that could take the life of a purple-level high-grade powerhouse, except for being killed, there was no other possibility of Song Zhi's death.

The latter direct descendant was killed, even if Song Ming could be pampered and not shocked, and he could calm down no matter what the situation was, but the other members of the Eighteen Ancestors were still somewhat worried that Song Ming would break the routine because of Song Zhi's death, after all, this was the incense of Song Ming.

But to everyone's surprise, Song Ming didn't react much, but glanced at the seventeen ancestors who were looking at him and said calmly: "The head of the Song family has fallen, there must be a full head of the family to lead the Song family, this time, who wants to be the selector of the head of the family?"

Song Ming's old but energetic voice suddenly appeared, and it immediately dispelled the worries of the seventeen ancestors.

According to the eternal rules of the Song family for thousands of years, whenever the head of the Song family falls, or the eighteen ancestors think that the head of the family is no longer worthy of leading the Song family, the eighteen ancestors will send two ancestors out of the customs, and within a month, select a suitable leader for the Song family, this leader can not be a person from the Song family, as long as the attainment of the human sword is higher than ordinary people, whether it is a passerby who has no friendship with the Song family, or even a former enemy of the Song family, he can become the head of the Song family.

Looking at the appearance of Song Mingxian, the seventeen ancestors understood that for Song Zhi's death, Song Ming had no intention of pursuing it, but to do official business, fulfill the obligations that their eighteen ancestors should have, and determine the next Song family head in accordance with the rules formulated by the first eighteen ancestors, and according to the convention, the matter of looking for the Song family head can only be completed by one ancestor, in history, this ancestor who was assigned the task of selection has a huge responsibility on his shoulders, because their task is to find an excellent leader with the soul of the Heavenly Sword, but since the fall of the head of the Song family seven years ago, in the past seven years, the eighteen ancestors have never found a leader with the soul of the Heavenly Sword, so the eighteen ancestors of these sessions often choose to be able to take on the responsibility of the head of the family and lead the power of the Song family alone, and the request of the soul of the heavenly sword has been ignored for several years.

(Zilang Literature)