boom!
Ling Xiao's body was surrounded by dazzling golden light, emitting majestic divine fluctuations. His blood and energy surged, transforming into the shape of a dragon, which coiled around him, lifelike, making Ling Xiao look like a peerless dragon god!
His eyes were calm and indifferent, and almost in an instant, he killed Mo Tong with one punch.
Before the other three elders of the Undead Clan could react, Mo Tong had already been reduced to dust. Their eyes were filled with disbelief and they instantly retreated, staring at Ling Xiao with extremely alert looks in their eyes.
"How can this be?!"
The three elders of the Dead Clan were all extremely shocked. Mo Tong was considered a strong man among the Dead Clan. How could a god be killed just like that
Mo Tong’s strength is similar to theirs. If Ling Xiao can kill Mo Tong, does it also mean that Ling Xiao can easily kill them
And they could feel that Ling Xiao was emanating a strong Shinto aura, and he was clearly a powerful divine being.
But for millions of years, the gate to the divine realm has been closed, and no one in the mortal world should be able to become a god. How could this guy in front of him be a god
"Becoming a god in the flesh?! You actually took this path?"
Mo Hun, the patriarch of the Dead Clan, originally had an extremely indifferent expression, but after Ling Xiao killed Mo Tong with a single punch, he instantly lost his calmness.
His eyes were filled with extreme horror. When he saw Ling Xiao's terrifying body, he seemed to have thought of something and his voice trembled.
The physical body becomes a god, and he is invincible in the same realm!
This realm that appeared in ancient legends actually appeared before them.
And it seems that Ling Xiao should be only in his twenties? To be so young and yet to have such a terrifying cultivation base was simply beyond Mo Hun's cognition.
"It's your turn!"
There was a flash of sharpness in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he rushed towards the other three powerful Undead Clan members!
Boom!
His body was crystal clear and radiated powerful divine fluctuations, and seemed to be filled with a layer of mysterious light, making him immune to all attacks and invincible. A casual punch of his had almost the same power as a full-strength attack he threw before he broke through.
The golden fist crossed the void and enveloped the three powerful elders of the Undead Clan, containing the power to crush everything.
"stop!"
Mo Hun's face changed, his eyes were full of gloom and anger, and he slapped Ling Xiao from the air!
After knowing that Ling Xiao’s physical body had become a god, he knew that the three elders of the Death Clan were definitely no match for Ling Xiao. If he didn’t take action, they would probably all die at the hands of Ling Xiao!
Boom!
But how could Ling Xiao stop just because of Mo Hun's words? This group of dead people were very arrogant. If they were not defeated, they would never hand over the coffin.
Ling Xiao's fist came down at an extremely fast speed. The faces of the three elders of the Undead Clan changed drastically. They gritted their teeth and unleashed powerful attack methods to try to block Ling Xiao's punch.
Three black divine lights shot up into the sky. They were a sword beam, a knife aura, and a stick shadow. They respectively represented the strongest means of attack of the three undead elders. They were mighty and terrifying, and contained the power to crush everything.
Snap!
But when the golden fist fell, its momentum was powerful and vast, crushing everything. The three black divine lights were like paper and shattered in an instant.
puff!
Ling Xiao's punch continued with unabated force as it suddenly hit the three elders of the Undead Clan, making them feel as if struck by lightning. They suddenly spit out blood and their breath instantly became extremely weak.
The three powerful gods are so vulnerable!
At the same time, Mo Hun's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He saw that Ling Xiao didn't care about his attack at all and wanted to suppress the three elders of the Undead Clan. Suddenly, the black light in his palm became more and more intense, as if there were sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling, and it came towards Ling Xiao's back.
This palm seems silent, but it contains extremely terrifying power!
There was a sharp flash in Ling Xiao's eyes, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
He did not dodge or evade, but took Mo Hun's palm strike head-on.
Boom!
Mo Hun pressed his palm on Ling Xiao's back, and suddenly a bright light burst out, like thunder.
A brilliant golden light rose from Ling Xiao's body, and the power contained in Mo Hun's palm began to melt like ice and snow. Although it still hit Ling Xiao's body solidly in the end, at least 80% of the power was dissipated.
boom!
A muffled sound was heard, and Ling Xiao's whole body trembled violently. Then his body was shaken back more than ten steps before he could stand firm!
But Mo Hun's expression had become extremely ugly.
Although the palm strike pushed Ling Xiao back more than ten steps, he could feel that the palm strike did not hurt Ling Xiao at all, it just made him retreat.
There seemed to be a mysterious power hidden in Ling Xiao's body that could dissolve all magical powers and martial arts, almost comparable to the legendary invulnerability.
Is it really so abnormal to become a god in the flesh
Mo Hun's heart suddenly became extremely solemn!
"As expected of you, you are the leader of the Death Clan. You are really strong! If I am not mistaken, I am afraid that your current strength has reached the peak of the Divine Realm, right?"
Ling Xiao turned around, a sharp look in his eyes.
He had intentionally not dodged just now, because he wanted to see how strong his body was now.
The result also surprised him greatly. Even if Mo Hun didn't use his full strength in that palm strike, he at least used 80% to 90% of his strength, but he still didn't hurt Ling Xiao.
The physical body becoming a god is indeed extremely terrifying!
"Who exactly are you, Excellency?"
Mo Hun stared at Ling Xiao and asked, finally starting to look Ling Xiao in the eye.
"Changsheng Sect, Lingxiao! The coffin you took away contains the remains of my seven disciples. If you hand it over, I can spare your life! Otherwise, all the dead will really die!"
Ling Xiao said lightly.
These undead creatures have regenerated intelligence from the corpses of ancient powerful men. Although they are hiding in the Ten Thousand Coffins Mountain, they may have some connection with those ancient powerful men. Ling Xiao does not want to tear his face with the undead unless it is absolutely necessary.
But if they really didn't accept his toast, then it wouldn't be his fault.
“Ling Xiao from Changsheng Sect? Are you the Ling Xiao who killed the God of War of the War God Temple and is known as the best person in the world? The Heaven Devouring Supreme from ten thousand years ago is indeed extraordinary. I am so disrespectful!”
Mo Hun's eyes flashed, and he looked at Ling Xiao solemnly and said.
“I didn’t expect that you, the Dead Clan, would actually pay attention to the situation in the outside world! The number one person in the world doesn’t dare to say it, so hand over the things!”
Ling Xiao said lightly.
"We can give you the coffin, but you have to give me seven days to prepare it!"
There was a strange flash in Mo Hun's eyes, and he spoke slowly.
(End of this chapter)