Xiao Li, the peerless genius of the Xiao family.

Since Xiao Li broke through the Heavenly Emperor level, he has been continuously promoted to the sixth Heavenly Emperor level at lightning speed.

Once Xiao Li successfully advanced to the seventh level Heavenly Emperor, when the time comes, he will be the top existence in the entire Middle Domain Realm.

Foreign.

The Xiao family was tight-lipped, and there were very few people who knew that Xiao Li had advanced to the sixth level of the Heavenly Emperor level.

"Dad, if it's okay, I'll leave first."

"Go ahead."

Wait until Xiao Bing'er opens the door and is about to leave.

"In two years, no one will bother you."

"Thank you, Dad."

Looking at the figure that was gradually leaving, Xiao Li felt more and more self-blame and guilt.

And this time.

A figure slowly condensed, looking somewhat similar to Xiao Ba, and his body was filled with the majesty of a superior person, and his aura was very domineering.

"Father."

Xiao Li, the head of the previous generation of the Xiao family, is a sixth-level Heavenly Emperor-level powerhouse.

"I don't blame you for this matter, as Bing'er said, God doesn't bless my Xiao family, the ancestor's injuries can't be healed, it's not your fault, it's not the family's fault."

"I know, it's just that I'm ashamed of Bing'er, I'm not a good father."

Xiao Li also sighed deeply, no one had thought of the situation of the Xiao family.

The powerhouse of the Saint Emperor Realm is too important for the three major families of Cold Blood City.

"Father, have you been approved by your ancestors when you came this time?"

Xiao Li nodded and said, "The old ancestor is about to retreat, and he is ready to make the final impact, if the recovery fails again, he will do his best to help me accept the inheritance." ”

Xiao Ba was in a hurry.

He couldn't wait to say: "Father, the last retreat of the old ancestor is impactful, if it fails, I am afraid that the old ancestor will fall." ”

Xiao Ba knew very well that if the old ancestor failed to retreat and fell, the Xiao family's sky would really collapse at that time.

I really can't figure it out, since the ancestor has chosen to inherit his father, why do he have to make the final sprint.

"The ancestor is afraid that I will inherit his martial arts and will not be able to impact the Holy Emperor Realm, and when the time comes, my Xiao family will be the real catastrophe."

Xiao Ba wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back.

The next day.

Xiao Ba personally went to the Zhou family and the Ye family to say what Bing'er meant, originally thought that the two families would make things difficult in every way, but he didn't expect that the two families didn't even think about it, and directly agreed.

Xiao Ba is very confused~ forced, not like the style of the two families at all.

Is there something greasy in it?

Southwest region.

Nether Grave.

Whenever Long Hao encounters a martial artist, he will kill him, and use the Immortal Devouring Heaven Technique to forcibly refine and condense it into spiritual liquid.

Killing innocents?

Long Hao can see his greed for himself in everyone's eyes.

After all.

The temptation of the inheritance of the Netherworld Ancient Emperor is too great, especially since the Netherworld Floating Slaughter Bow has reappeared in the world, if he doesn't make a move, he will definitely be unlucky at that time.

Preemptive.

There are still two months left before the closure of the Netherworld Tomb, and as time slowly advances, Long Hao becomes more and more anxious, although the Burning God Jade has not been broken, but Ning Xue still can't find it.

What the hell is going on, there is no way to know!

Holding the Burning God Jade tightly, Long Hao's soul slowly entered the Burning God Jade, hoping to rely on the induction of the Burning God Jade to lock the specific location of Ning Xue.

It's just that.

The Burning God Jade is not omnipotent, only in a short range, can it rely on the essence and blood breath of the Burning God Jade to lock the opponent's position, once it is out of its own range, it is impossible to do it at all.

I was very anxious, but there was no way to do it.

Of course, Long Hao couldn't choose to give up, and at the fastest speed, he kept locking on, and Ning Xue must not be fine.

Rumble~!

There was a roar in the distance, Long Hao frowned, he could feel how domineering this powerful aura was.

Very curious, Long Hao slowly walked away along the direction of the violent aura.

The trees and boulders within a kilometer range were all in ruins, and hundreds of martial artists were fighting each other, all of them were all Martial Saint Realms, and there were dozens of Martial Saint Peak Realms among them.

Long Hao didn't make a move, just watched quietly to see why these people were fighting each other.

Rumble~!

One of them, a man with a horse face, small eyes, and a big mouth, was particularly strong, and his hands were constantly bombarding the martial saints around him, even if it was one enemy or four, it was more than enough, forcing the four of them to retreat again and again.

"Ma Tao, your Great Yan Sect wants to swallow the ghost spirit liquid alone."

The ghost spirit liquid, the legend is that it is the unique spirit liquid of the Netherworld Dynasty, after the warrior swallows it, it can help the warrior stabilize the realm and state of mind, prevent the fire from falling into the devil, and it is very ghostly in the southwest region.

It's just that with the fall of the Netherworld, the Netherworld Liquid has begun to gradually become extinct, only in the Netherworld Tomb, some can still be found, and it is precisely like this, hundreds of martial saints fought to the death for the Netherworld Spirit.

Long Hao had never heard of the Netherworld Liquid, and he didn't want to participate in it, hundreds of martial saints, he didn't want to waste time, after all, with one enemy against a hundred, he would be hit hard if he was not careful, and in the dangerous Netherworld Tomb, there must be no injuries.

It's just that.

Long Hao, who was about to leave, suddenly heard the three words of Dayanzong, his indifferent eyes instantly revealed a trace of killing intent, and his fists clenched fiercely.

"Great Yan Sect!"

Among the four major families and four major sects that deal with the totem clan, the Great Yan Sect is one of the four sects, and it is also the only one from the southwest region.

Long Hao originally thought that when he left the Netherworld Tomb and cultivated to the Supreme Realm, he would go to the Great Yan Sect to have a look.

But he didn't expect that he would encounter the Great Yan Sect's Tribulation Martial Saint in the Netherworld Tomb, and it was really a narrow road.

Back then, it was the four major families and the four major sects that helped the dragon clan fight against the totem clan, causing the totem clan to suffer heavy losses, and all the emperor-level realm powerhouses were all lost, almost annihilated in heaven and earth.

For the four major families and the four major sects, Long Hao does not have the slightest good impression, but whenever he has the opportunity, he will not miss it, see one and kill the other.

Just as the two sides were hostile and ready to start killing each other and fighting for the ghost liquid, a figure suddenly slowly walked out.

Tribulation of the Martial Saint?

Everyone just glanced at it indifferently, and did not take Long Hao in their eyes, here alone is the peak realm of the Martial Saint, there are no less than dozens, and the eighth-level Martial Saint wants to snatch the Netherworld Spirit Liquid, it can only be the rhythm of death.

"Ma Tao, the ghost spirit liquid here, the Great Yan Sect can take a quarter, how about it?"

"A quarter? Are you in the water in your brain? My request is simple, leave four-fifths of the Spectral Liquid behind, and you're good to go. ”

The Great Yan Sect alone wants to occupy four-fifths, and the remaining martial artists are of course unwilling, but the Great Yan Sect has a full six martial saints at the peak realm, and no one force can compare, not to mention that the remaining martial artists are still scattered, unable to achieve real cooperation, and each has a ghost.