Ordinary masters, of course, are extremely happy that there is finally a master.

However, like the four princes, the geniuses of the twelve branches, their faces are very ugly.

The Holy Throne, how many people have been impacting for a lifetime, but they have not been able to sit on it.

This newcomer, after stirring up the world, reached the top in the limelight, too dazzling!

Not only them, but also the geniuses of the Fire Qilin and other clans who have always been arrogant and have little contact with humans, although they have friendship with humans, have all turned into human bodies and disappeared in the crowd.

The most holy position, in the long years, has also climbed countless times, always half a step behind, no matter what, I can't sit down.

Seeing human beings sitting on it at this moment, although it is difficult to level the top in my heart, I have to admit that human beings do have something unique.

"Find the sage master and inform the great sage that there is going to be a bloody battle!"

"Be careful, be careful, all be careful!, Great Emperor Realm, hurry back to the Purple Pole Temple, otherwise you will have to worry about your life!"

"Hurry, hurry, come back to me!"

Compared to ordinary masters, some saints knew very well what it meant for Lin Lang to suddenly sit on the throne of the Most Holy.

It's purely the fuse that started the big war!

There will definitely be a great sage to make a move today, and there will even be a great sage appearing!

The alien race will not allow one to be holy, from the small end to the giant.

The lore has been with Lin Lang ever since.

Even, I can't say how many masters have fallen.

There are too many human beings, and once the Great Sage fights, maybe how many people will be killed.

Especially the people standing at the foot of the ladder are still immersed in excitement and can't extricate themselves.

The deafening voice of the saint sounded, and finally hooked the spirits of some people, and I realized what to do at this moment.

Greeting everyone around him, they all went to the Purple Pole Temple.

In this way, humanity has responded.

Now, Lin Lang sat on the throne and never got up, even if the alien race made any moves, he would not rush to the ladder of heaven.

On the ladder, many methods cannot be used, and if Lin Lang is killed, it will be a big loss.

Saints and above the realm can't go up to the ladder at all.

Once he comes up, he will be absorbed by the Heavenly Ladder and forcibly oppressed to the Great Emperor Realm, which is not as good as an ordinary genius.

is already used to being high, how can he rashly come up and kill himself.

You must know that to be able to sit on the throne of holiness, you must be the strongest under the saints.

Die?

There are no living creatures and like to send them to death.

All the aliens, by the saints and masters of the alien races, were beckoned to leave the ladder.

Less than two disappeared, and only Lin Lang was left alone on the ladder.

The hottest place lately has become a place where all creatures dare not set foot.

When he came back to his senses, all the creatures knew that Lin Lang was bound to lead a shocking battle.

Outside the Purple Pole Temple, below the saints, there were only less than ten demonic geniuses who were still paying attention to the development of things.

At this moment, a layer of transparent light appeared outside the Purple Pole Temple, and infinite light waves were circulating.

Countless masters, hidden in the endless mountain peaks.

The saints and sages did not all appear, only the masters of the Xingyao lineage became Lin Lang's backing, staring at the forefront.

As for the Great Sage, no one knows where, and at this moment it is a complete confrontation.

Everything was ready, but the war had to be in a waiting period.

Because Lin Lang was still sitting on the Holy Throne, motionless, as if he was recuperating.

It seems that because of the huge gravity, I can't get up.

It's been too long, so long that the hearts of human beings are looking forward to him standing up, and he must not be pressed by the ladder.

The alien felt more and more like he couldn't get up, and many of them had malicious smiles on their faces.

If Lin Lang really can't get up on it and finally dies on the ladder, it will definitely be a great irony for human beings.

Sitting on the holy throne with your life, there is really nothing to show off, but it is a slap in the face.

Aliens may die laughing!

As the time gradually approached night, Lin Lang was still motionless, and the human face was gloomy as the bottom of a pot.

Is it dead or alive, but give a word?

It's good now, I don't move, I even close my eyes, what is this doing?

"Hahaha, human beings are so funny, let such a person who is not afraid of death sit on the holy throne, and he can't get down!"

"Humans, how do you feel right now?"

"It seems that it should be the Great Emperor Realm, even if he is really strong, I don't believe that he can survive three days, I want to see him shatter with my own eyes!"

In contrast to the dullness of humans, all the aliens became happy.

The longer it was, the less likely it was for Lin Lang to stand up.

Because on the ladder, especially at the top, it must be supported by the True Element. Otherwise, the muscles will not be able to withstand the pressure, the skin will burst, and the whole person may look dead on it.

Humans hear the sound of discussion, and even if they want to theorize, they can't speak.

The people in the Purple Pole Temple scratched their hearts and wanted to come out, but there was no way.

I really don't understand, what is Lin Lang doing on it?

If you don't hurry down, won't you wait to be crushed to death by gravity?

As time passed, there was more and more worry.

The three bright moons in the sky have already reached Zhongtian, and blood is pouring out of his body!

"Hahaha, human, he can't hold it!"

"It's funny, a genius, to die by yourself, to sit on it!"

"I can't help it, let me laugh for a while!

Seeing Lin Lang's blood, the alien race really couldn't help it, and everyone who was floating in the air laughed wildly uncontrollably.

I never thought that there would be such a scene today!

It is clear that humanity is about to have a holy life, but he himself dies on it.

Countless human beings, all of whom couldn't bear to look at it anymore, withdrew their divine consciousness one after another.

The entire throne was covered in blood, and his golden skin was like cracked metal, unable to heal.

There is only one death!

Lin Lang at this moment. But there was no consciousness of death at all, on the contrary, a hideous smile appeared on his cracked face.

Originally, the moment his identity was revealed, he was ready to stand up and go down the ladder early, so as not to provoke too many great sages and become the embers of the battlefield.

It's just that he didn't expect that just as he was about to stand up, an even greater force suddenly descended on the Holy Throne, and his body couldn't move at all.

This force did not hold him still, but squeezed into his body from his pores.

For a moment, his body seemed to have been washed with a brush. Every pore, every cell, every nerve is being washed.

Severe pain, from every part of the body, to the soul, can almost kill pain.

But his body was pressed on the throne and he couldn't move.

Even for the extremely fragile Divine Soul, this power has not been spared, and it is still washing.

The whole process, he can only bear it stubbornly.

However, the cells and organs washed by the power are all crystal clear and full of infinite vitality, as if all the deepest impurities have been cleaned away.

Years of fighting, breakthroughs, hidden and irreparable dark wounds have also been swept away.

Finally, all impurities are collected in the blood.

That force, brutally tearing through the intercellular space, rushed out with all the dirty blood.

The newborn blood, bright red as a diamond, contains a terrifying activity.

Lin Lang let out a comfortable moan at this moment!

(End of chapter)