Qingyun Sect Xue Yin, die!

Marshal of the Protector Cold Wind, Die!

Dean of the Holy Soul Academy, Vice Dean, Die!

......

Looking at the list in his hand, Ling Jinghui, the lord of the Great Han Country, slammed it and tore it to pieces directly.

On the forehead, the green tendons burst out.

Guanyu trembled because of this, and his face was murderous.

"Who is it, who is the one who offended me and killed my strong man?!"

The ministers trembled, ten Soul Sect powerhouses, and now only the last one remains, the 332nd Lord of the Great Han Royal Family, Ling Cheng!

However, in just seven days, he killed nearly 10,000 people, including nine top Soul Sect powerhouses.

No one knows where it came from, and no one sees the cruel side.

He could only barely recognize the dead from the severed limbs on the ground.

In Qingyun Sect, hundreds of disciples all died tragically.

The 3,000 elites of the Hansa Legion, including the Marshal of the Protector of the Country, were all killed, and none of them survived.

It can only be deduced that the person who shot is a master with a sword, and the violent sword qi will wipe out everything within a radius of ten miles!

The Holy Soul Academy was even more miserable, and all the 6,000 students in it died tragically!

The heads of the chief and vice president were all shattered by the sword qi......

The Great Cold Country, who has provoked such people that can be so terrifying?

"Give Lone Check!"

"Lone wants that man to die!"

Ling Jinghui was already so angry at this time that he almost lost his mind, this tragedy happened, and the national strength of the Great Han Country had declined for at least ten years!

Those nine Soul Sect powerhouses were the means used by the Great Han Kingdom to balance the surrounding small countries, but now, they are all gone......

Not to mention the elite soul masters in the Qingyun Sect and the Holy Soul Academy, all of whom were a group of people with good potential, nearly seven thousand, all of whom died tragically.

The loss of the Great Cold Country this time is immeasurable!

"Your Majesty...... This incident made Wei Chen think of a person, maybe he did it......"

"Who?"

Feng Changge bowed slightly, "The ninth-level soul saint who disappeared three thousand years ago and only appeared in the Tianlong Realm not long ago, is in the East Palace!"

"Him?"

The ministers looked at each other and did not dare to say more.

"Your Majesty, my Great Han Kingdom and the East Palace have never complained about it, why did he do this to my Great Han?"

"Not necessarily! The current monarch of the Heavenly Dragon Kingdom is sealed, which should not be underestimated!"

Feng Changge had dealt with Feng Liu, and knew that he was terrible, so he hurriedly said: "Not long ago, Wei Chen returned from the Tianlong Kingdom, and it was this Feng Liu who stirred up the situation. Moreover, he still had the support of the Treasure Palace and the Butterfly Feather Palace at that time!"

"Let me ask, why can't he get the help of the East Palace?"

"It must be him who instructed the East Palace to kill the strong man of my Soul Sect as a warning!"

Ling Jinghui, the lord of the Great Han Country, was not a fool, he kept thinking about it, and nodded thoughtfully.

What Feng Changge said is reasonable and well-founded, and it does seem to be the handwriting of the East Palace.

"Your Majesty, I think Lord Feng is thinking too much. Donggong Liunian is a ninth-level soul saint, although he appeared to protect him on the day Feng Liu ascended the throne, it is impossible to obey Feng Liu's words. ”

"Your Majesty......"

"Enough!"

Ling Jinghui suddenly stood up from the dragon chair and shouted angrily: "These are all your own speculations, and the court is not listening to you arguing here. ”

"At the very least, you must come up with enough evidence to prove that what you say is true!"

No sooner had his voice fallen than an earth-shattering explosion could be heard in the distance!

Bang......

Terrifying soul power fluctuations swept in, and the ground began to shake violently.

"This ...... What's going on?"

Feng Changge was even more shocked, feeling the fluctuation of soul power like a storm, and immediately reacted, "It's Donggong Wuji, he's coming to the palace!"

"It's not good! Ancestor, it's dangerous!"

Now in the Great Han Country, the only remaining Soul Sect, the ancestor of the Great Han Country, Ling Cheng.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

With the emergence of even more terrifying soul power, all the masters sensed that a master was rushing towards here.

Bang!

The door of the main hall was directly shattered by the overflowing sword qi in an instant, and immediately after, a bloodied human head rolled in.

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated, and the ancestor died?!

This human head is the ninth-level Soul Sect Ling Cheng!

"Old ...... Ancestor!"

When Ling Jinghui saw this scene, his heart was filled with grief and indignation, he never thought that the number one master of the Great Cold Country would die tragically in the palace like this.

"Hey, hey!"

The sound of cruel laughter rang out, and everyone realized that at this time, a man dressed in white and stained with countless blood slowly walked in.

The three-foot green peak behind exudes a murderous aura, orange, green, blue, purple, purple!

The six-colored soul technique is constantly circulating, and the light is shrouded, showing this person's cultivation!

Soul Saint!

"The ...... of the East Palace"

Feng Changge's eyes were deeply shocked, and he hurriedly stepped back......

The East Palace is coming!

"Your bird place, it's really broken, this old man's strength is not bad, and he can make Lao Tzu urge three soul skills. ”

Donggong Liunian had a proud look on his face, and looked at the ministers who had been frightened with disdain.

"Don't worry, that kid said, spare your life in the Great Cold Country, and only let me assassinate the strong. Besides, he asked me to give it to your lord. ”

Immediately after, the secret letter flew towards Ling Jinghui in an instant like a flying knife.

Although it was just an understatement, Ling Jinghui was so frightened that he fell directly from the dragon chair.

Click!

The letterhead was deeply pierced into the golden dragon chair!

"Gone!"

Donggong Liunian was also very simple, and after doing all this, he directly ignored the gaze of hundreds of people and left indifferently.

After a long time, Ling Jinghui breathed a long sigh of relief, trembled and pinched the letterhead, and used all his soul power to barely pull out the front of him......

Click!

The dragon chair instantly shattered into golden powder, so frightened that Ling Jinghui almost rolled down......

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

Ling Jinghui waved his hand, breathed a long sigh of relief, opened the letterhead, and pulled out a black and white white paper.

"Lord of the Great Han Country, personally enlightened. ”

"Since ancient times, the Great Han has been a small country affiliated to the Heavenly Dragon, and I have been worshiped every year! I wonder if you're satisfied?"

"Within two days, if the lord of the Great Han Country can't perform the ritual of kneeling three times and bowing nine times to worship me, the next thing will be the destruction of the Soul Emperor and the Soul King...... Until the Great Cold Country is destroyed!"

Click!

Ling Jinghui waved his hand violently, tearing it apart directly.

"Your Majesty, this person is so deceitful, why should I put up with it anymore?"

"Let's fight! He, Tianlong, what qualifications do you have to compete with my Great Han? Do you think that it is the period when the Tianlong Emperor was the commander in the past?"

......

Countless ministers asked for battle, but Ling Jinghui sat down with a wry smile, with deep helplessness in his eyes......

"Feng Aiqing, go to Tianlong with Gu tomorrow and perform the ceremony of three kneels and nine knocks!"

"Yes!"