Ling Xiao was both angry and amused as he said, "Tengshan, what crime have you committed? You were the ones who discovered the Ancestral God Spring. Even if you took it all to refine it, it would be what you deserve! If you don't refine it, are you waiting for the immortals to come in and give them an advantage?"
After saying that, Ling Xiao glared at Tai Xuan, who had shining eyes beside him.
"Ahem..."
Tai Xuan was a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and remained silent.
What Ling Xiao said was right. If Taiyi Immortal Sect and Tongtian Immortal Sect attacked us, people like Tengshan would have no room to resist at all. Instead, they would be trapped in a jar and would be completely killed.
By then, wouldn’t these ancestral springs belong to him, the second son of the Taixuan family
Speaking of which, these ancestral springs turned out to be his treasures
When he thought of this, Tai Xuan suddenly felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe. He had lost another treasure.
Lei Ling is such an evil star!
"Sir Son of God, we are not worthy of enjoying this Ancestral God Spring. Only you are worthy of enjoying it. You are the hope of our God Clan!"
Fujiyama looked at Ling Xiao eagerly.
"If the immortals finally come to attack us, we will definitely destroy the Ancestral God Spring before they can do so!"
Fujiyama's voice was sonorous and powerful, and his eyes were full of determination.
All the disciples of the Ancient God Cult were like this, each of them had a firm look in their eyes, without the slightest sign of fear.
Although they were not the most outstanding disciples of the Ancient God Sect, they were sent into the Immortal Demon Cave like cannon fodder.
But their worship for the Son of God comes from the bottom of their hearts!
They believed that the Son of God was the savior of the gods, so when they encountered the Ancestral God Spring, the first person they thought of was Ling Xiao, instead of enjoying it alone.
If their cultivation base was not so high, they probably wouldn't be able to enjoy even a trace of the Ancestral God Spring.
Seeing the gazes of the many disciples of the Ancient God Sect, Ling Xiao couldn't help but tremble in his heart, as if something in his heart was touched.
To be honest, although Ling Xiao had entered the Immortal Demon Cave before, he had also thought about helping the six major sects to kill all the immortals.
But he did not regard the disciples of the six major divine religions as important. Even if some of them died, he might not care much.
Probably the only things he cared about were Wuhen, Zhan Chen and the other ten people who had entered the Hall of the Gods with him.
Because they all became Ling Xiao's most loyal followers.
But now, looking at these people in front of him, their cultivation is not strong, and their qualifications are not as good as those monsters who go against the will of heaven, but their sincerity and loyalty to Ling Xiao are more precious than the Ancestral God Spring.
"Who said you don't deserve it? In my opinion, no one deserves to enjoy the Ancestral God Spring more than you! You are the hope and seeds of the God Clan. If you all die, what's the point of leaving me alone?"
Ling Xiao's voice was a little low, but it gradually became higher in the end, as if there was a flame deep in his heart that was about to burst out.
Ling Xiao's eyes were extremely calm as he looked deeply at the thirty-six disciples of the Ancient God Sect in front of him, as if he wanted to imprint them all in his heart.
"Son of God..."
Fujiyama's eyes became hot and he looked at Lingxiao with extreme excitement.
However, Ling Xiao stopped him.
"Now, I order everyone to enter the Ancestral God Spring!"
Ling Xiao suddenly shouted loudly, his voice like thunder.
"yes!"
Fujiyama was shocked and yelled.
The thirty-six disciples of the Ancient God Cult roared at the same time, their eyes filled with tears, their bodies trembling, each of them unable to control their excitement.
Don’t they also long for the Ancestral Spring
This is a treasure left behind by the Great Emperor of the Gods. Legend has it that it can transform one, improve one's cultivation, purify one's blood, and inherit the past. It has countless mysterious legends.
The six major divine religions have long lost their ancestral springs. Even if there are still some, the number is extremely scarce and they are all reserved for the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters to use.
When they entered the Immortal Demon Cave, they already knew that they were cannon fodder.
But they did not have any anger or dissatisfaction, because they saw new hope for the gods.
Lord Son of God, Lei Ling!
Even if they encountered the Ancestral God Spring, the first thing they thought of was to keep it for Lord Son of God. As long as Lord Son of God refined the Ancestral God Spring and his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, he would be able to sweep away all the heroes and walk out of the Immortal Demon Cave safely.
But now, the Son of God actually gave up the Ancestral Spring and gave it to them.
If before, they simply admired and respected Lei Ling, but now their loyalty to Ling Xiao has reached an unprecedented level.
Their hearts trembled, and they suddenly had the thought of dying for their friends!
"You are not cannon fodder, you are also the hope of the Gods! So, next I will help you break the bloodline shackles and become true gods! From today on, you will no longer be descendants of the Gods, you will have a glorious and brilliant name—"
"The gods!"
Ling Xiao's voice was transmitted extremely clearly into the ears of every disciple of the Ancient God Sect.
"God race?"
The eyes of the thirty-six Ancient God Sect disciples all shone with an extremely bright light.
What a strange, familiar, ancient and glorious name this is
Although the six major divine religions now call themselves the God Clan, in the eyes of the Immortal Clan, they are just a group of descendants with some God Clan blood, and are not the real God Clan at all.
The real gods may have disappeared long ago.
But now, Ling Xiao told them that Ling Xiao would help them break the shackles of their blood and make them true gods
Their hearts were filled with disbelief, but at the same time with endless confidence.
"Break the bloodline restriction? Can he really do it?"
Tai Xuan looked at Ling Xiao in shock, with a complicated expression.
If this news were to get out, it would probably be like the collapse of heaven and earth, and the entire fairy world would tremble.
And if he hears this big secret, will Ling Xiao kill him to silence him
boom!
Tai Xuan slapped his own forehead with an extremely decisive palm, instantly sealing all his cultivation, and then fainted.
The more you know, the faster you will die!
He should be more self-aware and not know so many secrets, so as to prevent Ling Xiao from having murderous intentions towards him.
This evil star can really do anything!
Ling Xiao was slightly surprised to see that Tai Xuan had sealed his own cultivation and knocked himself unconscious.
This kid has a future!
Even though he was so self-aware, Ling Xiao still couldn't bear to kill him.
Forget it, let’s spare his life for now.
Ling Xiao thought secretly.
Boom!
An incomparably bright light bloomed between Ling Xiao's brows, and in an instant an ancient seal appeared out of nowhere, emitting an ancient and majestic aura. The vast luck of the gods gushed out from it, as if it was the supreme authority of the gods, controlling the life and death of hundreds of millions of gods.
The Seal of the Gods appeared!
(End of this chapter)