Chapter 553 Father and Son Meet! ! ! 【3 More】

tenth!

The list of one hundred divine veins is naturally ranked according to the strength of the divine veins.

However, there are no absolutes.

Just like Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of fire, ranked higher than Wu Gonggong, the ancestor of water. However, at certain times, water can overcome fire.

Therefore, it is not necessarily the eightieth-ranked spirit vein, but it will definitely beat the ninetieth-ranked spirit vein.

Naturally, the eightieth-ranked spirit vein will suppress the spirit vein that is ranked number one.

This is the fixed number of the Shenmai leaderboard, and it is also an unchanging principle.

However, this principle does not apply to the top ten spirit veins.

Because in common sense, it is impossible for any intelligent creature to inherit these ten spiritual veins.

Whether it is a human, a protoss, or any other race, it is not allowed.

The power is too strong, which is one aspect.

More importantly, demon gods like Emperor Wa and Daode Tianzun are too tyrannical, and almost no one can get their approval.

The divine vein chooses the host, and in the dark, it also carries the will of the god of inheritance.

The stronger the god of inheritance, the stronger the will.

The more Shura thought about it, the more frightened he became.

If anyone in this world is most likely to obtain Shura's spiritual veins, it should be him.

After all, the power of his bloodline comes from the ancestor Styx.

And he didn't get it, but the woman got it.

This shows that Patriarch Styx recognized her even more!

But how is this possible? !

Su Qingli accurately captured every expression on Shura's face, she paused slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up: "Interesting, your spiritual veins seem to come from the same school as mine."

This is the first time she has used her spirit veins thoroughly.

She also knew that her spirit vein was the Shura spirit vein ranked tenth on the list of one hundred divine veins.

There are also many disciples and descendants under the ancestor Styx, the god of inheritance.

Shura's spiritual veins, the God who inherited them must be just a disciple or descendant of Patriarch Styx.

For Su Qingli, this was really an unexpected gain.

"Elder Shura, what are you doing there?" Seeing this scene, another elder couldn't help but shouted, "Hurry up and kill the reincarnation, so we can go back and return."

"Li'er!" Fusu chased after her, stepping half a body forward on one side, also in a gesture of protecting his wife.

Something flashed across his eyes, and he suddenly chuckled: "I didn't expect Li'er to be a god, but it really makes me even more unworthy."

The corner of Su Qingli's mouth twitched: "Why are you even more dishonest?"

At this time, I still have the leisure to say such things.

She is ashamed to say that she learned from the young master, obviously he is the one who is learning.

"I'm serious." Fusu's eyes were slightly fixed, and the corners of his lips moved slightly, "Every word is very serious."

Shura was still standing there, not moving.

An elder finally couldn't stand it anymore, and rushed over: "Sura!"

Shura woke up suddenly, his eyebrows tightened, and he said coldly: "You don't need to remind me, I know it myself."

"That's good." The elder also knew that he was much worse than Shura, so he could only nod and left again.

Shura turned his head and looked at Su Qingli again.

It's just that the gaze is completely different.

Burning endlessly, it's like... watching a lover.

Su Qingli was baffled, but she was still vigilant.

"Senior—" Fu Su squinted his eyes, and said with a light smile, "Are you tens of thousands of years old this year?"

Hearing this, Shura not only didn't get angry, but instead replied: "It's been more than 70,000 years since I came to Hongmeng Palace."

However, he did not say his age.

Then his eyes were still fixed on Su Qingli, motionless, even Lingyin was forgotten.

"Susu, is there something wrong with his mind?" Su Qingli whispered, "What does he always watch me do?"

Fusu remained expressionless, but said: "Maybe, it's because you, Li'er, were frightened."

Su Qingli: "..."

And on the other side—

Elder Sanxiao's situation is not much better.

She had already imprisoned Jun Muqian, and then threw him to Di Yao.

But in the blink of an eye, not only was the person in his hand gone, but she was also injured.

Out of nowhere, there was a fire.

When she came back to her senses, Di Yao had already been controlled by the woman in purple.

Elder Sanxiao turned pale with shock: "Xiao Yao!"

"Little concubine?" The golden phoenix hairpin in Jun Muqian's hand lay across Di Yao's throat, and he smiled coldly, "Believe it or not, I will make it impossible for you to harm another girl in your life."

Di Yao's complexion was ugly, and the man's self-esteem was severely hit.

He has already sensed Jun Muqian's cultivation level. At present, he has just entered the ninth level of Lingdi.

And he is a sixth-level spiritual saint.

Actually...

Unexpectedly, Di Yao didn't know that Jun Muqian's strength was beyond superficial cultivation.

Elder Sanxiao was startled and angry: "Let go of Xiao Yao!"

"Let go?" Jun Muqian raised his eyebrows, with anger floating between his brows, "Just now, you didn't intend to let us go."

Elder Sanxiao's face darkened: "What exactly do you want? Xiaoyao kindly spared your life and wanted to take you as a concubine, but you still don't know what to do?"

"I don't want to do anything." Jun Muqian slightly curled his lips, "I think my life should not be as important as his. If you want to kill us, even if I die, I can pull him as a backing—"

Elder Sanxiao's expression changed drastically, and he said sharply, "How dare you?!"

Jun Muqian laughed softly: "Don't have any doubts, trust me, I can do it."

With a wave of his free hand, a baby milkman appeared.

His whole body is on fire, very cute.

Jun Muqian said lightly: "Xiao Huohuo, play with this old man."

"Ugh—"

In such a short moment, the situation that was originally beneficial to Hongmeng Palace was reversed.

Shura didn't move, and Elder Sanxiao was constrained, leaving only Mu Ying on his side.

Muying, Changliu, Ao Lie... and other Yalong tribesmen were fighting against more than a dozen nine-level peak spirit saints.

Ao Yue was aggrieved and puzzled: "Brother, why should we help them?"

Ao Bing didn't answer but said: "You can leave."

Ao Yue was wilted.

"Oh, Ao Bing." Ao Lie was also very surprised, he raised his eyebrows, "Is the sun coming out from the west?"

Ao Bing glanced at him indifferently: "I am not helping you."

Ao Lie shrugged his shoulders, stopped talking, and concentrated on fighting the enemy.

But in the end, there is a huge gap in cultivation.

One Spirit Saint can fight against a hundred Spirit Emperors.

Especially on Muying's side, she was under too much pressure.

Seeing that Shura was not moving, some elders had no choice but to kill Lingyin themselves.

Mu Ying had to defend, but also to attack.

After a while, he was already covered in blood.

"Hahaha, good talent." An elder smiled lightly, "If it wasn't a bastard, I'm afraid it would have reached the Holy Spirit."

"But that's all for now."

Mu Ying didn't say a word, she held the sword in her left hand and launched another attack.

There are at least ten ninth-level holy saints around him, wrapping up from all directions, airtight, and there is no room for retreat.

However, Mu Ying didn't plan to retreat either.

With a calm look in his eyes, he flicked his wrists, and the sword technique came out, and the sword energy lingered.

"Buzz!"

In just a short moment, the pace of these ten ninth-level saints was stopped.

There was even one of the fiercest sword qi that hurt an elder of Hongmeng Palace.

At this moment, the faces of the saints changed.

Looking at the vigorous figure of the young man, they blurted out: "Emperor swordsmanship?!"

For a moment, the elders all stopped, a bit of horror and lingering fear appeared on their faces.

Emperor swordsmanship...how could it be emperor swordsmanship!

The person who knows the emperor's swordsmanship is already dead!

At this moment, through Mu Ying, they seemed to see another man from him——

Many years ago, he also came with a sword and killed countless disciples of Hongmeng Palace!

Similarly, this kind of sword technique is also used.

This sword technique terrified Hongmeng Palace and made people panic.

In the end, several Supreme Elders came out together to resist.

They are people who have experienced the events of the year, and they are deeply impressed by this swordsmanship.

But no one dared to think about it.

because……

As soon as the emperor's swordsmanship comes out, there will be no end to death!

Must, one party must die!

"That man..." An elder suddenly realized and shouted, "He seems to be with that traitor."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the saints changed instantly.

Inherited the power of Changyi's bloodline, and also inherited Mu Chenbai's talent...

Son, you must not stay here!

"Ugh—"

The elders were completely murderous towards Mu Ying, their spiritual veins were fully opened, their spiritual power soared, and they launched an attack at the same time.

The pressure increased again.

Mu Ying's expression changed slightly, and the speed of swinging the sword became faster and faster.

"Clang!"

"Clang clang!"

Every sword qi carries a lingering death qi.

If it hurts a vital part, it will never recover.

Mu Ying is also breaking through his own limit all the time. If it's just a ninth-level saint, he can kill him, but...

"puff--"

Mu Ying took a sudden step back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lingyin's expression changed, she quickly supported him, and also resisted the saints in front of her.

"This emperor's swordsmanship is far inferior to that person at that time." An elder smiled coldly, "It's not even an emperor's swordsmanship."

"That's right, it's too bad." Another elder also said, "I thought it was amazing, but I'm still a child, and I want to use the real emperor's swordsmanship? Hmph!"

As he spoke, he slapped his palms and struck again!

"A Ling, back off." Mu Ying suppressed the fishy sweetness in her throat, "I'll just do it, you must have nothing to do."

Lingyin was very anxious, but she didn't have the ability to do anything anymore.

And Mu Ying was at the end of his strength at this time, every time he swung his sword, he would spit out a mouthful of blood.

His complexion gradually paled, and his breath also weakened.

Just a little bit, and there will be no life.

Shock and anger came from both sides.

"Little Shadow!"

"elder brother!"

However, neither Jun Muqian nor Changliu can make it through.

Their enemies are much stronger than them.

Jun Muqian also knew that she couldn't kill Di Yao easily.

She can run, but what about others?

Di Yao also saw that scene, he suddenly said: "If you let me go, I will let them let uncle go, how about it?"

But in his heart, he sneered secretly, he should die quickly.

"Shut up." Jun Mu glanced at him lightly, and tied the golden phoenix hairpin in his hand without hesitation.

Di Yao let out an extremely painful roar, and the veins on his forehead twitched violently.

"Bad maid!" Elder Sanxiao was furious, "You are really courting death."

She was overwhelmed by anger, and rushed forward with a roar.

And at this moment—

Ten nine-level holy spirits had already pushed Mu Ying to a desperate situation.

While persecuting, he was still laughing at the same time.

"Hahaha, this kind of imperial swordsmanship is really too weak."

"A child is a child, can't you go home and drink porridge?"

"This kind of opponent is really boring."

Mu Ying gasped violently: "Hey..."

For the first time he felt powerless.

His legs were slightly bent, obviously unable to stand still, but he still firmly protected Lingyin behind him.

Mu Ying's eyes trembled.

Now, he can't even open the spiritual vein.

Because even if the spirit veins are opened, they can only drag the dozen or so ninth-level spirit saints in front of them to die together.

But there are still two supreme beings, and no one present can beat them.

After he died, he couldn't protect Ah Ling even more.

Mu Ying clenched her fists tightly, her eyes became blank.

At the end of the eyes, the crystals are gathering rapidly, but they are not dripping.

Father, after all... I still can't compare to you.

Mother, he can't protect her.

Ah Ling, he couldn't protect him either.

What use is he in the end?

No--

He is a waste, a complete waste!

Mu Ying lowered her head, as if she had given up resistance.

"Come on, come on, let us completely end this so-called successor of the emperor's swordsmanship." The leader Lingsheng was very disdainful, "From then on, there will be no emperor's swordsmanship."

The other elders laughed loudly and sneered, and they all made a move.

The spiritual power surged in, and it was about to take Mu Ying's life——

But right now!

A stronger, sharper, and more frightening sword energy swept across the East China Sea from another direction, and suddenly burst out!

"Clang!"

he came! ! !

Again! Wanchang's day!

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