“Huh? Did you burn the bloodline of Emperor Pangu? But it’s still useless! From today on, the bloodline of Emperor Pangu will be completely cut off!”
The Lord of Heavenly Curse sneered.
Boom!
The cursed scepter fell from the sky, as if a black sea was surging over. The source of the horrible curse was silent, but it contained the power to destroy everything, and it was going to completely submerge Pangu Tiangang and the White Dragon Horse!
"Ling Xiao, why don't you take action? I'm almost beaten to death. Hurry up and kill this old man and take his cursed scepter for me as spiritual compensation!"
The white dragon horse suddenly roared towards the sky, his voice sounding extremely anxious.
It was gnashing with hatred. Although it couldn't see what was happening inside the Temple of War God, it was extremely sure that Ling Xiao must be inside the Temple of War God watching this battle.
It wanted to kick Ling Xiao's handsome face hard a few times. In order to show off, this bastard always liked to take action at the most critical moment.
"Ling Xiao? Even if he shows up, it won't change the outcome. You still have to die!"
The Lord of Heavenly Curse sneered.
"Yeah?"
At this moment, a faint voice sounded in the void.
Buzz!
From the huge barrier of the Temple of War, a bright sun suddenly appeared out of nowhere, surrounded by endless brilliant golden clouds, shrouded in chaotic mist, thousands of orders, and tens of thousands of divine lights. It broke through the heavy darkness, dispelled the surging power of the origin of the curse, and then collided fiercely with the cursed scepter.
It was a gigantic fist print, powerful, domineering and sharp, lingering with an immortal aura, and it was clutching an ancient stone tablet. It came crashing across the sky with such brutality and was extremely sharp!
Boom!
In the void, the supreme imperial power burst out!
The Cursed Scepter trembled violently, as if billions of thunders exploded at the same time, and the Cursed Scepter was actually blasted away!
“Ling Xiao!!!”
Murderous intent surged in the eyes of the Lord of Heavenly Curse, and his face instantly became extremely ugly.
The cursed scepter flew back, floated above his head, spewed out curse power, but returned in vain.
And it was Ling Xiao who stopped him!
Ling Xiao wielded the might of heaven like a prison monument and unleashed an unmatched punch, directly breaking the fatal blow of the Lord of Heavenly Curse.
Boom!
Ling Xiao stepped out of the Temple of War God, his whole body was filled with surging aura, emitting brilliant light, his black hair flying, his aura was unmatched and sharp, he stepped into the air, as if he was pushing the sun, moon and stars horizontally, his whole body exuding an invincible aura.
As soon as Ling Xiao appeared, he seemed to become the focus of heaven and earth in an instant.
"The Heavenly Curse Sect? A bunch of rats hiding in the dark dare to run wild in my War God Temple?"
Ling Xiao stared at the Lord of Heavenly Curse and spoke, his eyes were extremely indifferent, and his voice exploded in the void like thunder.
He did not conceal the slightest bit, and the aura around him was terrifying to the extreme, rising into the sky like a divine rainbow, and his cultivation in the realm of Heavenly Venerate was completely displayed in front of everyone.
“Hiss! Is this Ling Xiao, the chosen son of heaven? In just two hundred years, he has cultivated to the level of Heavenly Venerable. This is too terrifying!”
Someone exclaimed, took a breath, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
When everyone looked at Ling Xiao, they all felt a powerful force coming towards them, like the mighty power of heaven, which made them unconsciously feel a sense of awe in their hearts.
Many people have heard of Ling Xiao but have never seen him. Now after seeing Ling Xiao, they can't help but be impressed by his peerless demeanor.
Such a person is worthy of being the chosen one!
It’s just a pity, why did he make mortal enemies with all the major immortal holy places, to the point where the fight has come to the point of death
Many people's eyes showed an expression of great regret.
"Ling Xiao, you still dare to come out? No matter how strong you are, today you and the Temple of the God of War will be reduced to ashes!"
The Lord of Heavenly Curse said in a cold voice, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
He had never fought with Ling Xiao, so he didn't take Ling Xiao seriously before, but Ling Xiao's punch just now did make him feel extremely threatened.
"Reduced to ashes? I can't say whether I will be reduced to ashes, but I'm afraid you won't be able to see it!"
Ling Xiao smiled faintly, with a sharp light in his eyes.
Boom!
A blazing golden glow rose around him, and his fighting spirit gushed out. He rushed directly towards the Lord of Heavenly Curse, and a vast purple aura stretched across 30,000 miles.
At the same time, the might of heaven was as ancient and mysterious as the Prison Monument. It surged in the void like a mountain, and suddenly pressed down on the Lord of the Heavenly Curse.
“Ling Xiao, you are about to die and you still dare to be so arrogant? When the strong men from the many immortal holy places come, you will definitely die! Get out of here!”
The Lord of Heavenly Curse's expression changed, and his eyes were filled with gloomy murderous intent.
He instantly flew into the air, holding the cursed scepter in his hand. The powerful imperial power gushed out, and the cursed scepter flew into the sky and hit the Heavenly Might Like Prison Monument.
Boom!
The cursed scepter struck the Heavenly Might as Prison Monument, and the supreme imperial power burst out, sweeping across like a divine chain of order, causing the void in all directions to tremble violently.
That was a clash of extreme forces. Even Ling Xiao and the Lord of Heavenly Curse had no way to resist and were directly blown away.
Ling Xiao's expression was extremely indifferent. He flew into the air and once again charged towards the Lord of Heavenly Curse.
If Ling Xiao doesn't take action, it's fine. But once he does, it's like a tsunami, containing unpredictable pressure.
The Lord of Heavenly Curse felt that he was locked by Ling Xiao. His whole body was cold and he had a palpitation. He gritted his teeth and burst out with his strongest cultivation, rushing towards Ling Xiao.
As the Holy Lord of the Tianzhu Sect and a veteran strongman in the Tianzun realm, he is extremely powerful. Not only has he comprehended the Tianzhu Sutra, but he has also practiced several powerful imperial arts. He is simply not comparable to an ordinary Tianzun.
Ling Xiao was so domineering that his words seemed to have treated him as a dead man, which made him extremely angry and filled with a strong desire to fight and murder.
Snap!
The Lord of the Heavenly Curse spoke silently, and a strange sound wave spread. The void around him twisted, and black mist gushed out. In an instant, it was like a black dragon, crisscrossing the void and pouncing towards Ling Xiao.
"The power of the curse? Interesting!"
There was a gleam of light in Ling Xiao's eyes. He felt that although the black mist looked extremely clear, it seemed not to exist in this space and time. It was like the embodiment of the laws of the Tao, unaffected by any force, and rushed straight into Ling Xiao's body.
That is the power of curses, the way of sorcery, using talismans and spells to communicate with the great ways of heaven and earth, and to display mysterious magical powers that are beyond the reach of gods and ghosts.
Just like Pangu Tiangang and White Dragon Horse before, there was no way to resist the power of the curse.
(End of this chapter)