Stepping into the seventh-floor tower, Lin Tianyou suddenly felt a wave of soul power that was completely different from that in other towers lingering.

Among them, there are many super heroic spirit fluctuations at the level of true gods and true demons, which makes Lin Tianyou secretly happy in his heart.

"The heroic spirits in this are all small, how can they be divided by others? Well, what kind of desolate way, just let him come in empty-handed, and then go out empty-handed. ”

The character of the Ghost Hunting Dragon King, that is absolutely not to let himself suffer, he can let Hong Huang Daozi go to the seventh floor tower to see it, it is already supreme mercy, if you still want to take away the heroic spirit, this is not good.

After looking around left and right, Lin Tianyou chose a place with good soul power fluctuations, sat cross-legged, and began to perceive the heroic spirit with his heart.

Hong Huang Daozi stepped in and saw that the good place was snatched away by Lin Tianyou, and there was no other way except to stare at him hatefully.

He also glanced around, and saw that about ten meters away from Lin Tianyou, the aura of the Heroic Spirit was very strong, so he strode over and sat down cross-legged.

"Hmph, Lin Tianyou, let's make you proud for a while, and then I'll slap you in the face when Ben Daozi brings out the king's heroic inspiration!"

With a cold snort, Hong Huang Daozi took out a small blood vial from his body.

The vial of blood was engraved with a strong seal to prevent the blood from clotting.

"Master Venerable said that as long as I perceive the Heroic Spirit, I can drip into the blood of the Ninth Order Heavenly Venerable of the Ancestral Master, which will make my advantage more obvious, and I will definitely be able to receive a powerful Monarch Heroic Spirit!"

His hands were sealed, and Hong Huang Daozi pointed at the lid of the blood bottle, and the lid opened in response.

An extremely thick blood gushed out, and he didn't dare to delay, so he immediately poured the blood into his palm, wiped it evenly, and applied it to his eyebrows and temples.

"Master Zu, bless the disciples and grandsons to successfully perceive the heroic spirit of the monarch line."

Taking a long breath, Hong Huang Daozi kowtowed in the direction of Beipai Maoshan Mountain.

Originally, Hong Huang Daozi still wanted to kowtow enough to three heads, but suddenly felt a powerful soul power rushing towards him.

That soul power was different from other heroic spirits, and it also had the aura of a king.

"It's coming!"

Hong Huang Daozi's heart moved, and he hurriedly sat cross-legged, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

"Did you make a wish for the king's heroic spirit to appear? It's not a small amount of courage! ”

Behind him, a voice full of majesty came, causing the latter to tremble.

"Under is the most outstanding genius in the history of the Northern Sect Maoshan, Hong Huang Daozi, thank you for this king to show up with a face."

After saying a word respectfully, Hong Huang Daozi turned to look at the king Yingling.

I saw a man wearing the imperial dragon robe of the Song Dynasty, staring at him closely.

"Dare I ask which emperor you are? I kindly ask for inform. ”

Hong Huang Daozi couldn't see who the other party was, but this fluctuation of more than 20,000 soul power was undoubtedly a sign of true gods and true demons.

Coupled with the domineering spirit of the king, these 20,000 soul power are equivalent to the 30,000 soul power of other heroic spirits, and it seems that it is right to make a wish for the king's heroic spirit to appear.

The emperor of the Song Dynasty was about to speak, when several powerful soul power fluctuations appeared.

"I heard that someone wants to see our King Heroic Spirit? Let me see if he is as powerful as those eight princes. ”

A fat man dressed in the clothes of the emperor of the Jin Dynasty jumped out and stared at Hong Huang Daozi with a curious expression, as if he was very interested in him.

"And me, I'm here too!"

The voice of the fat emperor fell, and another fat emperor appeared, but the dragon robe of this fat emperor was the dragon robe of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

As soon as he smeared the blood of the ancestor on his body, he led to three emperors, and Hong Huang Daozi was so excited that he almost howled loudly.

He wanted to yell at Lin Tianyou: "Stinky boy, do you see it?" If you don't make a sound, it's just a blockbuster, the three kings are heroic spirits, and any fierce generals who will beat you are heroic spirits! ”

Taking a deep breath, Hong Huang Daozi wanted to understand the identities of these three emperors one by one, and then consider which one to accept.

But he was just about to speak.

The king of the Song Dynasty suddenly pointed in the direction of Lin Tianyou and shouted: "Wow, look at that young man, he has the aura of an emperor on his body, and his physiognomy is very consistent with ours, hurry up, maybe he is the master we are looking for!" ”

"Oh my God, this imperial spirit is even more domineering than my father's, I must become his heroic spirit!"

The little fat man in the dragon robe of the Eastern Han Dynasty exclaimed, he actually saw his father's momentum from Lin Tianyou's body, no, it was a momentum ten thousand times more terrifying than his father!

"Wait for me, I'm going too, follow him, there must be meat to eat!"

The fat man of the Jin Dynasty seemed to be a little unconscious, and when he saw that the two had left, he hurriedly followed and chased after him.

He also felt an incomparably huge imperial aura from Lin Tianyou's body.

When he died in the rebellion of the eight kings, he thought that the world was so big that no one could be stronger than the eight kings.

But when he saw Lin Tianyou today, he realized that he was wrong.

That young man's kingly spirit, being able to shake off the eight kings for several streets back then, is not a grade of existence at all!

In a moment, the three monarch heroic spirits beside Hong Huang Daozi ran away.

He sat there as if he had been petrified, and his expression was as ugly as he was.

"You're a bastard, you're a genius! Hateful! Killable! ”

Hong Huang Daozi slapped his palm on the ground, and roared in an extremely low voice.

He tried his best to sense that the three kings were heroic spirits, but he ran away so lightly, and he ran to Lin Tianyou, who he was most jealous of, he just wanted to torture Lin Tianyou to death on the spot!

Lin Tianyou held his cheeks and looked at the three monarch heroic spirits who ran to his side, with a look of disgust.

"You three, how far and how far you go, you don't collect garbage!"

As soon as these words came out, the three monarch heroes were stunned for a moment, stopped, looked at each other, and finally met an exorcist with a 100% compatibility, and they would never give up.

"This Tianjiao, I am Emperor Zhao Ji of the Song Dynasty, my calligraphy is very good, if you can accept me, I will definitely write you dozens of calligraphy every day, so that you can appreciate it, what do you think?"

The king wearing the dragon robe of the Song Dynasty licked his smiling face and said his advantages, only hoping to get Lin Tianyou's favor.

"Can you do calligraphy? Can your calligraphy be sold for money? ”

Lin Tianyou asked curiously.

"Of course it can be sold for money, and it's super valuable, like the Tang and Song Dynasty families, in my eyes, it's not even a chicken feather!"

Zhao Ji patted his chest and said to Lin Tianyou proudly.

"Really? I don't know if you're telling the truth or not, but I should have brought a history book with me to check if you're bragging. ”

Hearing that Zhao Ji's calligraphy can make money, this made Lin Tianyou, a small wealth fan, a little moved.