At this time, Liu Ling was in the sky, and the valley below had long been razed to the ground, no longer in its previous appearance.

Mountains are no longer mountains, and water is no longer water.

The earth cracked, the valleys collapsed, and the eyes were devastated.

After the two Vault-level Divine Powers went down, this place turned into a scorched earth.

"What about the Spirit King?"

Liu Ling frowned, he looked down, and two rays of light shot out of his eyes, taking in everything on the ground through the billowing smoke and dust.

However, Liu Ling found no trace of the Spirit King.

Only a moment later, a bit of cyan light flickered in the smoke.

swish

Liu Ling's figure disappeared in an instant, appearing next to the blue light.

A spiritual energy core crystal larger than Liu Ling's body appeared in front of Liu Ling.

This psionic core crystal is very beautiful, and it is full of blue light, like the most beautiful gem of time.

Pure energy emanated from the psionic core crystal, and a thin spiritual object was formed around (7).

This is the one-armed spirit king's psionic core.

"What a powerful energy,"

Liu Ling's eyes flickered, his eyes were fixed on this spiritual energy core crystal, and he was reluctant to leave for a moment.

This psionic core crystal was more and more precious than all the psionic core crystals he had obtained before combined.

With this spiritual energy core crystal, he will definitely be able to reach the peak of the Shentai, and maybe he can break through to the Yuanwu realm.

This psionic core crystal energy is too powerful.

The energy that had accidentally escaped attracted some of the weaker spirits in the vicinity.

Although they were weak and afraid of Liu Ling's aura, their instinct drove them here.

Devour that psionic crystal, and they'll evolve.

Liu Ling, who was observing the psionic core crystal, sensed other spirits that were gradually surrounding him.

A fierce tread flashed in his eyes.

"Get out. ”

Its sound was like a dragon, turning into a powerful wave of sound waves rolling away in all directions.

Bang bang bang.

A series of explosions came from within thirty zhang of Liu Ling's body.

The spirits, all of them exploded under his shouts.

Liu Ling stretched out his big hand and directly incorporated the spiritual energy core crystal into the space ring.

Then his figure flashed, and he returned to the Ice Palace again.

The battle for the Holy Son is about to begin, and he has no time to waste, with the help of this spiritual energy nuclear crystal to break through the realm, and then seize the position of the Holy Son on top of the Holy Son battle, this is what he should do.

Of course, there is also Sima Hui's life.

A piece of dust was drifting in the wind, it was transformed by the Ice Palace, and Liu Ling was hiding in the Ice Palace, refining the spiritual energy core crystal, striving to break through the realm as soon as possible.

Time passed day by day.

Finally, Zifeng ushered in the day of the battle for the Holy Son.

When the dawn came, the entire Purple Peak suddenly erupted in a shout that soared into the sky.

Today is their big day, and Zifeng is finally going to usher in their position as the Holy Son today.

"The six core disciples of Purple Peak are now all heading to the peak to compete for the position of Holy Son. ”

With the sound of this voice, five figures suddenly rose to the sky above the purple peak.

They were five of Zifeng's six core disciples.

The first-ranked star master Sima Hui, the second-ranked sword idiot Dong Kui, the third-ranked Thunder Spear King Lei, the fourth-ranked Crazy Xiong Han, and the fifth-ranked Foil Flower Moon Building.

At this time, there were already many figures standing on the peak.

The battle for the Holy Son was a big day, in addition to the peak master Zi Lao, more than 20 Great Elders of Zi Feng's Life and Death Gate, hundreds of Little Elders, and tens of thousands of disciples all came.

There were even quite a few disciples from other peaks who came to watch the ceremony.

Among them, the three figures were the most obvious, all of them were dressed in golden robes, and the aura on their bodies was monstrous, and just three of them stood in the void, suppressing everyone's breath.

They are the three elders with the most power in Zifeng besides Zi Lao.

Sima Nanyang, Tian Buxin and Lian Hao.

They also presided over the battle for the Holy Son this time.

On the top of the peak, a magnificent ring was located in the center, which was enough for the powerhouses of the Celestial Phenomena Realm to fight on it without collapsing.

Now it is a bit overkill to use it for the battle for the Holy Son.

And around the ring, there were a total of six seats, which belonged to the six core disciples of Zifeng.

However, now, above the six positions, there are only five figures.

"Huh, didn't I hear that Zifeng has six core disciples, why are there only five today?"

"I heard that another core disciple was murdered by Sima Hui in the spiritual realm, and his life and death are still uncertain, this matter was quite big some time ago, don't you know?" someone next to him said.

"What? How could such a thing happen? Can you elaborate on this senior brother? ”

"Absolutely. ”

The man nodded, and lowered his voice, "So, so, so, so,"

After a long moment, the man nodded in realization.

"It turns out that the sixth core disciple of Zifeng is the one who cast the Supreme Divine Platform and was accepted as a disciple by the old man Zi Lao. But he was murdered by Sima Hui and fell into the spiritual realm, and his life and death were uncertain. ”

"Sima Hui is not afraid of being punished by Zi Lao if he does this?"

"What do you say? Who doesn't know that Sima Hui's grandfather is Sima Nanyang of Zifeng, Zi Lao is in retreat during this time, Sima Nanyang is the biggest, otherwise, would he dare to do that?"

"Alas, I can't mess with it, I can't afford to mess with it. ”

Where the little elder of Zifeng watched the ceremony, Mo Xiaosheng's face was gloomy, and he looked at Sima Nanyang in the sky.

"Old horseman, wait for the master to come out and see who has the final say in this Zifeng, I will definitely ask for justice for my little junior brother. ”

Mo Xiaosheng clenched his fists, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He is only in the Great Celestial Phenomena Realm, and he has been reaching perfection for a while now, but this is still too far behind Sima Nanyang.

Even if his master is Zi Lao, Sima Nanyang doesn't take him seriously.

That day, he went to seek justice for Liu Ling, but Sima Nanyang disappeared directly, and he didn't take him in his eyes at all.

As a core disciple, Sima Hui always had a faint smile on his face.

In his opinion, today's battle for the Son was entirely prepared for him.

He is the Son.

As long as he wins the position of the Holy Son, even if Zi Lao comes out, he will not do anything to him.

Wang Lei, Xiong Han and Huayuelou how to fight with him.

Even if it is a winter sunflower, Sima Hui is confident that he will win the battle.

"Hmph, Sima Hui, do you really think you've won?"

At this time, a voice of disdain came.

When Sima Hui heard this, he looked at it and found that Dong Kui had frost in his eyes, and he stared at him with a cold face.

"Senior Sister Dong,"

Sima Hui smiled slightly, and was about to speak, but was directly interrupted by Dong Kui.

"Don't call me that, I hear disgusting, the person who murdered the same disciple is not worthy of being a brother and sister with me, Sima Hui, you make me disgusting. Tomallow scolded mercilessly.

From that day when Sima Hui made a move on Liu Ling, Dong Que no longer had a good impression of Sima Hui in his heart.

"Senior Sister Dong, you ......"

Sima Hui had a little anger on his face, and finally he snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve robe and said, "Hmph, I want to see if anyone can stop me from winning the position of the Holy Son, Senior Sister Dong, you can't either." ”

"If Zifeng is treated as a holy son by you, it will be a shame for Zifeng, Sima Hui, even if I fight for this life, I will not let you succeed. "Tomhock Road.

Wang Lei, Xiong Han and Hua Yuelou on the side all saw the bitterness in each other's eyes at a glance.

In the face of these two fierce lords, they have no hope of taking the throne of the Holy Son.

To put it bluntly, the three of them are here to accompany the run.

Although they are both core disciples, they understand that they are with Sima Hui. Gap of hollyhock.

The five core disciples are calm on the surface, but in fact, they have their own thoughts.

They stood silently on the high platform, waiting for the battle for the Holy Son to begin.

Finally, when the day was on the third pole.

Sima Nanyang, among the three elders, glanced at the sun in the sky, and then glanced at Elder Tian Buxin and Elder Lian Hao beside him, and then stepped out of the void.

A pair of eyes full of vicissitudes, looking at the sea of people on the top of the mountain below, Sima Nanyang nodded with satisfaction.

"I declare that the battle for the Purple Peak Holy Son will begin now. ”

It was like cold water dripping into a hot oil pot, and the entire purple peak instantly boiled.

Tens of thousands of Zifeng disciples cheered, and they were all looking forward to the appearance of the Zifeng Holy Son.

The man who led tens of thousands of disciples forward.

Sima Nanyang slapped his palms lightly and suppressed the cheers a little.

"Now let me announce the rules of the battle for the Holy Son. ”

Sima Nanyang coughed lightly and said, "Of the six core disciples, each of them needs to fight against the other five once, and the one who wins the most is the Holy Son. ”

Wow.

The crowd was in an uproar, they didn't expect Zifeng's selection of the position of Holy Son to be so simple and rude.

One word, dry.

Simple and crude, straight to the heart.

"In the first game, Xiong Han played against Wang Lei. ”

"Start now. ”

When Sima Nanyang's words fell, people didn't care if this rule was simple and rude, and hurriedly set their eyes on Wang Lei and Xiong Han.

The two glanced at each other, and they both saw the battle intent in each other's eyes.

Although he knew that he had no hope of getting the position of Holy Son, he still had to do his best.

Swish.

The sound of breaking the sky sounded, and the two of them walked towards the ring at the same time.

Wang Lei cultivated thunder-based spiritual power, which had always been known for its speed and destructive power.

Therefore, Wang Lei's speed is naturally not slow.

He embodied a bolt of lightning and appeared in the ring in just a split second.

Wang Lei is slender and straight, and he stands there like an arrogant spear, with a sharp edge.

He held a slender thunder gun in his right hand, and the lightning arc on the tip of the gun flickered, making a gentle explosion sound, which was quite strange.

At this time, Xiong Han also fell in the ring.

As soon as he fell, the whole ring trembled.

It seems that he can't withstand Xiong Han's power.

Xiong Han was more than two meters tall and strong, standing there like a humanoid beast, with great oppressive force.

With a simple face, a fierce intent flashed in his eyes from time to time, indicating that this Xiong Han did not look as simple as it seemed.