"The friendship between the God of War Temple, the Heavenly Spell Sect, and the Hua Clan?Zhan Tianxing, are you ignorant or stupid?or do you have ulterior motives?"

Ling Xiao sneered, then looked at the more and more disciples of the War God Temple gathered around him and said aloud: "Fellow disciples, three million years ago, Liu Zhiyun, a genius disciple of my War God Temple, was secretly cursed by the people of the Heavenly Curse Sect when he was sanctified, and finally went mad and died, this is called friendship?"

One million 8,800,000 years ago, the Chinese sent three saints to kill the Dongfang Jade Patriarch of our War God Temple in the Demon Dragon Yuan, because they framed the Dongfang Jade Ancestor for stealing the treasures of the Hua people, and it was later confirmed that it was done by a traitor of the Chinese people, but they never expressed any apologies to our War God Temple!

A million years ago, the Red Dragon God of War of my God of War Temple, when he succeeded to the throne of the God of War, was jointly forced by the Heavenly Curse Sect, the Hua Clan, the Five Elements Holy Sect and other holy places, saying that the Red Dragon God of War was protecting the remnants of the Demon Clan, in fact, it was for the wordless book of Heaven on the body of the Red Dragon God of War!

This pile, each one represents the great enmity of life and death, and represents the blood of countless ancestors of my War God Temple, do you dare to say that there is any bullshit friendship between my War God Temple, the Heavenly Curse Sect, and the Chinese clan?"

Ling Xiao stood on top of the void, exuding a vast and ancient aura around him, his eyes were clear, his voice was extremely clear, and he was stepping towards Zhan Tian step by step, and there was a vast general trend coming from the sky.

Ling Xiao seems to have incarnated into an ancient saint in ancient times, speaking the law with the law, with the heavenly constitution in his mouth, reprimanding many evil demons and foreign ways, passing down the supreme avenue and righteousness, making him exude the brilliance of truth all over his body!

Hearing Ling Xiao's words, all the disciples of the War God Hall around him were all enthusiastic, their eyes were full of blood-colored light, and their eyes were full of anger and hatred when they looked at Zhan Tianxing, Yang Wen, and Hua Tianqiong.

Regardless of whether they had heard of these secrets or not, they were all completely enraged by what Ling Xiao described at this moment.

It turned out that there was such a strong and indissoluble blood feud between the God of War Temple, the Heavenly Curse Sect, and the Hua Clan!

"Get out of the Temple of War!"

I don't know who was the first to roar, and then the roar of many disciples resounded in the sky above the entire War God Temple, and the sound was like thunder, shaking the sky.

"Get out of the Temple of War!"

"Get out of the Temple of War!"

“......”

Zhan Tianxing, Yang Wen, and even Hua Tianqiong, who had always looked extremely indifferent, couldn't help but change their faces at this moment, and their eyes looking at Ling Xiao were full of fiery killing intent.

Ling Xiao's incendiary kung fu made their hearts extremely jealous.

If it really aroused the hatred of all the disciples of the God of War Temple, once a big riot broke out, I am afraid that none of them would be able to leave the Temple of the God of War, and they might be hacked to death here by the angry crowd.

That's bad luck!

"Long Aotian, I'm too lazy to tell you more! I will report this matter to Shizun, and he will look for you when the time comes, but you are so deliberately trying to destroy the relationship between my War God Temple, the Heavenly Spell Sect, and the Hua Clan, I really doubt your intentions!"

Zhan Tianxing glanced at Ling Xiao deadly, and finally suppressed the anger and killing intent in his heart.

Zhan Tianxing's heart has already given birth to a retreat, now is the time for the crowd to be excited, if he is going toe-to-toe with Ling Xiao at this time, I am afraid that it will not be a good opportunity.

Although he hated Ling Xiao madly in his heart, he still held back.

"Brother Zhan, don't be angry! it's just a clown, I'll teach him a lesson for you, let him know what he can say and what he can't say!"

Yang Wen, who was dressed in a black robe, showed a hint of coldness in his eyes, and said in a dark manner.

He looked very thin, but there was an incomparably cold aura around his body, mysterious runes were permeated on his body, and the light in his eyes looked extremely gloomy and vicious, like a poisonous snake.

Even Zhan Tianxing was reluctant to stand by his side, as if he was about to be frozen by the chill on Yang Wen's body.

"Be careful, this kid is not simple!"

Hua Tianqiong said lightly, his eyes were extremely deep, as if no one could see what he was thinking.

"Brother Hua, don't worry, it's just a mere cultivation of six turns and a half saint, if there is no Fantian seal, he is nothing!"

Yang Wen smiled faintly and looked extremely confident.

Sou!

Yang Wen volleyed up in the air, hunting in black robes, with mysterious runes flickering under his feet, standing opposite Ling Xiao, and a vast and terrifying aura erupted.

That kind of breath, as if it was the power of the laws of heaven and earth, suppressed towards Ling Xiao from all directions, Ling Xiao was like an outcast abandoned by heaven and earth, and that feeling was very uncomfortable.

Bang!

Ling Xiao also had a sharp flash in his eyes, and the golden qi and blood around him rose, and the vast sky soared, like a blazing sun, sweeping away the cold aura around him.

Yang Wen and Ling Xiao, one is yin and cold, and the other is yang and strong, and the confrontation between them set off an invisible storm, causing the surrounding void to shake.

"Is Uncle Long going to fight Yang Wen? I wonder if he can defeat Yang Wen?"

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked, and there was a look of expectation in their eyes.

"It's hard to say, the Holy Son of Gaoyang was defeated in the hands of Yang Wen, this Yang Wen's spell magic power is very weird, and it is impossible to guard against it!"

"Uncle Long has a heavenly seal in his hand, and even Elder Huangtai can fight, what is this Yang Wen?"

"Since Yang Wen dares to fight with Uncle Long, maybe he also has a treasure in his hand that is not weaker than Fantian Seal! However, if the two geniuses take the lead in sacrificing the Supreme Treasure Divine Weapon, it will also mean that they have lost, and unless they have to, I am afraid that they will not sacrifice the Supreme Treasure Divine Weapon!"

"I hope Uncle Long can win, this Yang Wen and that Hua Tianqiong are too annoying!"

“......”

Many of the disciples of the War God Temple whispered.

"Long Aotian, do you know the Holy Son of Gaoyang? He was defeated by me, and then nailed to the top of the Battle Mountain, the so-called Holy Son of the God of War Temple is still too weak and disappointing, I hope you don't let me down!"

Yang Wen glanced at Ling Xiao with interest and sneered.

"Oh, you're so confident?"

Ling Xiao's expression was very calm.

"It's not self-confidence, but because you're too weak! Although your physical body is very strong, your fist skills are superb, and even many high-level demi-saints are not necessarily your opponents! But your cultivation is your biggest flaw, in front of me, no matter how strong your physical body is, it has no meaning!"

Yang Wen smiled slightly.

(End of chapter)