God King of Myriad Realms

Chapter 152 [Fighting in the Palace, Part [-]]

...That is, what supernatural power?
Looking at the young man's body, you can't stare at it, blazing with disdain, the mysterious and obscure "space crack", all of the more than 3000 monks in the temple are throbbing, and their scalps are numb.

As for Ling Changsheng himself, he was out of breath, and his forehead was covered with sweat: "This move is called "Sweeping Heaven and Earth"!"

Whoosh!Whoosh!
Nine space cracks filled with pure space energy fluctuations, like a runaway horse, acting recklessly, piercing the void.

The indescribable, never-before-seen death crisis came head-on.

The young master of the Guisha Sect, who was cultivated at the first level of the Heaven Transformation Realm, didn't think too much, put all his eggs in one basket, and tried his best to show his ultimate trump card: "Ghost Demon Art! Ghost Demon Skeleton!"

Ow!Ow!
A terrifyingly evil, lifelike black skull the size of a mountain popped out.

"Crack! Boom!"

Nine space cracks hit the "Ghost Skull", like a huge boulder fell into the unfathomable ocean, blasting out one after another storms that could be said to be blowing dry and rotten, swallowing the sky and covering the sun.

This ancient, sacred, and immortal palace fell into chaos, fluctuating, and crumbling.

Nine space cracks exhausted the "Supreme First Grade Space Martial Soul Power".

In other words, if this blow cannot win, Ling Changsheng can only go all out.

But Ling Changsheng is extremely certain that with this move of his, he can definitely suppress and defeat the young master of the Ghost Sect!
Er Er, a young master of the Ghost Sect, can still act presumptuously in front of his "power of space martial soul"?That is a fantasy!
Crash.

The first, the second... seven space cracks have dissipated.

When the eighth crack in the space was wiped out with ashes and smoke, and there was nothing left, the evil and ferocious skull also collapsed and drifted away with the wind. "The only space crack left is unique, tearing through the void and hitting the target!"

"what!"

A heart-wrenching wail emanated.

In the eyes of thousands of monks, the flesh and blood of the young master of the Ghost Sect was swallowed inch by inch by the space crack.

The young master of the Ghost Sect sect wailed unceasingly, fighting the trapped beast, struggling desperately: "Sir, the cracks in space collapsed. And the young master of the Ghost Sect sect was bloody and bruised, lying dying in a pool of blood."

Don't say that Ling Changsheng can kill him easily, just a three-year-old child with a kitchen knife can kill the young master of the Ghost Sect!
"Won!"

It was... Ling Changsheng, who had been cultivated at the first level of the Spirit Exalted Realm, defeated the young master of the Guisha Sect, who had been cultivated at the first level of the Transformation Heaven Realm!

Leaving aside that Princess Yaoxue, in the northern region of the Chilong Continent, has there ever been such a monstrosity as Ling Changsheng throughout the ages?
The strength of the combat power is unprecedented.

……

"Take out a pill and take it to replenish your strength."

Ling Changsheng took a breath, and a few steps away, he stood in front of the young master of Guisha Sect: "Kill you! It's like crushing an ant."

"No! No...you can't kill me." The young master of Guisha Sect had a hoarse and weak voice, panicking to the extreme.

"Do you want to say again, you are the young master of the Ghost Sect, and if Xiaowang kills you, the Ghost Sect will not let it go?"

Ling Changsheng cracked his lips and smiled: "Young master of Tiandizong, the same is true on the eve of death. The result? Xiao Wang didn't kill him, but just broke his bones and crippled his cultivation. Do you want to die... or Like him, linger on and live?"

"Gollum!"

It's too cruel...inhumane.

One by one, the monks swallowed, their hands and feet numb: "In this world of intrigue, flesh and blood, and the strong prey on the weak. There is no point in living for a cripple with no cultivation base and broken bones. Anyone can bully you. "

Just as everyone thought in their hearts, the young master of the Guisha Sect was furious: "Ling Changsheng! I... I turned into a ghost, and I want to haunt you!"

"Very good, it seems that you chose to die." Ling Changsheng slapped the opponent's head, crushing the opponent's head, and a cloud of eye-catching blood mist rippling in all directions was shocking.

……

After destroying the young master of the Ghost Sect with despising the combat power of the past and the present, Ling Changsheng looked around the audience: "Don't let Xiao Wang ask me a second time, whoever wants to stop me from leaving now, you can stand up! It doesn't matter if you are the ones who rush forward!"

In the front, there was Princess Yaoxue, who slayed the ninth level of Heaven Melting Realm with two swords, and then there was Ling Changsheng, who was fierce and mighty, and slaughtered the young master of the ghost sect.

Under this deterrent force that shocked the soul, none of the more than 3000 monks dared to respond to Ling Changsheng's inquiry.

"Okay, if no one says anything, then Xiao Wang, I'll go." Putting his hands on the sky, he stretched his waist, idling and smiling brightly.

After saying hello and calling Princess Yaoxue, Ling Changsheng walked out of the hall calmly.

... After a man and a woman left for a while, the young master of the Chiyan Sect shouted violently, "Ling Changsheng! Damn it!"

"Hehe, everyone has gone far away, you dare to speak up, why did you hold your breath when he asked the question just now?" Xianle Zong Luying'er sarcastically said.

"Don't you hold your breath and say nothing, and you still have the face to criticize me!" the young master of Chi Yanzong retorted.

"I'm just a weak woman, I can't carry it on my shoulders, I can't lift it with my hands. You are tall and thick, but you are also so cowardly."

The corner of Lu Ying'er's mouth smiled: "It's really useless! You still want to be compared with me, a weak woman? It's embarrassing!"

"You...you!" The young master of the Scarlet Flame Sect was speechless; "Ling Changsheng, don't leave if you have the guts! I will fight you."

"Speak up, let him hear it, or it's not too late for you to catch up now." Lu Ying'er urged.

Uh.

The young master of the Scarlet Flame Sect stopped bluffing.

They are all men, why is there such a big gap?

Lu Ying'er sighed faintly: "I don't know if I can see him again in the future."

……

After half a day wasted, Ling Changsheng and Princess Yaoxue returned to Zhenyao Palace.

The long-awaited little girls, Yin Xiaoxiao, Lu Linlang, and Lin Xian'er, greeted her beautifully and smiling like flowers.

The little girl was the most joyful, and plunged into the boy's arms; "Little prince~~ I miss you so much."

"What's the situation? Someone bullied you? How long have I been away, and you miss me?"

Ling Changsheng smiled but said, "Yin Xiaoxiao, did you bully my little girl?"

"What?" Yin Xiaoxiao was taken aback, her eyes widened, "Nonsense! When did I ever bully her, you spout blood!"

"... Keep your voice down, I'm just joking with you."

Ling Changsheng picked out his ears.

"My lord, is there anything to gain from this trip?" Lu Linlang asked in a soft and ethereal tone.

"Of course there are gains~" Ling Changsheng replied without any concealment: "The power of inheritance left by a strong man in the saint realm!"

I haven't refined and touched it yet, so I brought it back and shared it with you.

……

(End of this chapter)