"Welcome to my king."

Three thousand heroes knelt down in the sky above the Liang Palace.

The blood-colored hero had completely condensed into his body at this time. In addition to the two faint lights at the eyes, his facial features also vaguely saw some of them, which was exactly the appearance of King Liang.

"What's going on with this thing?" Tian Jizi looked at the blood-colored hero, and was shocked.

"It's the king of heroes." Lu Xuan's face turned pale: "Heroes can also be divided into strength and weakness. This blood-colored heroes are the king of heroes. His strength should be above us."

"Damn." With Tianjizi's identity and cultivation, he actually cursed swear words.

The most embarrassing powerhouse in the upper realm is him. The others were just shocked in this scene, but they were not without the courage to fight. But the current leader of the Xuanxin Sect is in a semi-destructive state because of lack of divine distraction. Even if he is at a low level, he doesn't want to fight with him. But now, not only are there so many people with equal strength, but now there is a monster with a slight strength beyond the reincarnation realm.

Although other powerful people in the upper realm are in better condition than Tianjizi, they are not much better. Faced with such a number of enemies with such strength, it seems that there is no difference between one waist and one waist less.

"Mr. Lu." Song Zhiqing looked at Lu Xuan: "How do you know so much about Yingling?"

Others also turned their heads over.

"Uncle Lu..." Xue Binghan also looked puzzled.

"I will give you an explanation for this matter, but not now." Lu Xuan glanced around: "These things must be solved first."

"Just a group of dead souls." The Three Saints Ancestor said in a deep voice: "Although I have never dealt with any heroic spirits, these things are obviously energy bodies refined by the soul. Their strength seems to be very strong, but they are not without restraint."

"What the Three Saints said is very true." Qingcheng Sword Sect jokes pressed the hilt of the sword: "I have been practicing hard for many years, are you still afraid of a bunch of dead people? Then, what about the heroic spirit king, let me deal with it."

"I'm afraid, although I'm not afraid, but don't forget where we are." Song Zhiqing sighed and said, "There are no less than one hundred thousand people in this Shoujing City. If we take action here, how many people can survive?"

All the strong men in the upper realm were silent.

After practicing the realm of reincarnation, he has long been transcended from the ordinary world, and ordinary people are no different from ants. This comparison is only in terms of strength. They have also cultivated from ordinary people, so why do they really regard ordinary people as ants? The development of their respective sects requires the public as the foundation to support them. Even if they really don’t care in their hearts, few people dare to express it directly. This is why no one of the strong men takes action directly.

"Everyone, just take action. I will bear the consequences." Lu Xuan suddenly spoke. "Since these heroes have appeared, the fate of the people in the city is destined. If we cannot kill them here, there will only be more dead people."

"Not bad!" Yang Muyun from Blood Soul Villa said: "Now is not the time for women to be kind. If we look forward to it, the consequences will only be more serious."

The other superiors also nodded, as if they had made up their minds.

Only Xue Binghan looked at Lu Xuan with a little intention of saying something but stopping.

Xue Binghan knew his uncle, and it seemed that he had a deep meaning when he said this. But now it is not the time to explore that, so it is difficult to ask questions.

"You've finished talking?" The blood-colored hero suddenly spoke quietly, and the voice of King Liang suddenly appeared. "Give you a chance to survive and surrender to my feet."

"King Liang?" Tian Xingzi was suspicious.

Among the strong men, Tian Xingzi is most familiar with King Liang. This is not only his voice, but also his tone and habits.

"It's me." The blood-colored heroic monster smiled and said, "I used to sit in the sky and just wanted to be the lord of Chu Yun. But from today on, I will be the lord of Qingzhou, the Northern Region!"

"Silly stuff." Lu Xuan said coldly: "You are just fused by heroic spirits and use your soul as nourishment. You can still retain your consciousness now for the time being. Just wait for the soul to be exhausted and it will disappear."

"If it were before, I might have believed it." King Liang laughed: "I used to see you all being noble gods, but now I am just maggots that I can destroy at will. I want to continue to bewitch my mind and wait for the next life."

Amid the laughter of King Liang, the body transformed by blood became more and more dazzling, and other heroes also shone. A huge storm broke out in Shoujing City without any warning.

King Liang is the center of the storm, and the three thousand heroes are the edge of the storm, and the strong men in the upper realm are swept inside. Wherever the strong wind passes, they all turn into ice. Whether it is houses, trees, people or animals, they all freeze into ice sculptures in an instant.

But what is even more strange is that with such a huge force, the Shoujing Formation did not respond at all.

The seven powerful people in the upper realm took action at the same time, and even Tianjizi, who was not an exception.

At this moment, these seven great powers were really no longer reserved. Because they found that those heroic spirits were almost vaguely spread into a formation, which meant to block them.

Lu Xuan pulled out a quaint sword, waved it in the wind, and transformed into countless sword shadows surrounding him, as beautiful as a peacock spreading his tail. And in that beauty, there were murderous intents everywhere. In the end, all the sword shadows gathered together and roared out like a long dragon.

Xue Binghan lit up a thin silver sword, raised his hand and shook it, and there was endless cold air. A giant ice field appeared behind Xue Binghan. Just standing there was enough to make the warriors with the strongest willpower scared him. Finally, Xue Binghan handed the silver sword forward, and the giant ice field roared and ran out.

Song Zhiqing drew a talisman in front of her body, and a huge totem formation appeared behind her, and the air around seemed to become sticky. Even a floating dust weighed a thousand pounds. Song Zhiqing pressed her hands and rumbling and thunder sounded like a world suppressing her past.

Tianjizi did not use his own strength, but with one move of his hands, he sacrificed a seven-story pagoda. This is the seventh-grade sect-sect-sanctuary spiritual treasure of Xuanxin Sect, the fantasy Linglong Tower. The power of the spiritual treasure is far above the spiritual weapon. The exquisite tower grows in the wind and reaches dozens of feet high in the blink of an eye. It is like a mountain, hitting the heroic spirits.

Tian Xingzi waved his hands and stirred up large areas of black clouds. Lightning and thunder appeared in the clouds, as if something was about to emerge. As Tian Xingzi turned his hands outward, a huge meteorite roared out. And as the wind became louder and louder, the sound was terrifying.

Yang Muyun took a long breath, like a giant whale sucking water, and the vital energy of the heaven and earth around him gathered. His abdomen was raised high, and there seemed to be a rumbling water inside. Then Yang Muyun opened his mouth and spit out a surging river. The waves of the long river were like thousands of horses galloping, and it was unstoppable.

The wooden staff of the Three Saints Ancestor swayed, and the wind suddenly rose. One by one, skulls as big as houses appeared in the air one after another. The skeletons opened and closed their mouths and made a creepy sound. After wandering back and forth, they were combined together, almost as big as a mountain, and headed straight for the heroic spirits to bite them.

Not only did everyone take full advantage, but they also did not attack King Liang in a tacit understanding, but instead attacked the weaker lineup of the heroic spirits.

The combined attack of the seven top realms is more powerful than destroying the world. Not to mention a ban formation that has not yet been completed, even if the demon emperor comes back, facing the powerful attack of the seven people, he may have to avoid his attack for the moment.

But what is extremely strange is that the seven extremely terrifying attacks, like leaking balls, became more and more dry and weak before they reached the target. When they finally hit the camp of the heroic spirit, it was like throwing a few grains of sand in the sea, and even the splashes did not splash.

The strong men in the upper realm all looked even more ugly.

A powerful enemy is not scary, but what if you do when facing a powerful enemy that cannot resist?
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