God Ring Howl

The old Confucian scholar heard this, and thought to himself that this kind of thing is illusory, how can it be taken seriously?

If you, the third son of Xuanyuan, really had this kind of ability, you wouldn't be driven to such an extreme end that you are today.

Just as he was trying to find some appropriate words to dismiss Sha Jun, the Confucian scholar suddenly heard a calm and cold voice.

This voice is like a peerless sword, piercing through numerous barriers, ignoring the distance of space, and piercing directly into everyone's ears.

This kind of voice can only be heard by Shajun and a few people around him——

"Sir, I'm here to kill you!"

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Shajun is the name used by Xuanyuan Hong in the low-level interface Qingluoxing.

For the name Shajun, the senior officials of Buddha City know a thing or two.

But what everyone doesn't know is that the only purpose of Shajun sitting on Qingluoxing is to obtain the golden Buddha fruit.

On the bright side, the masters of Buddha City and ordinary practitioners are familiar with the name Xuanyuanhong.

It's no wonder that Xuanyuan Hong is a descendant of the ancient Xuanyuan family.

Everyone knows that the Xuanyuan family is a well-known ancient family in the Wuji God Realm, with a profound heritage.

And Xuanyuanhong is said to be a branch of this ancient family left in the Buddhist world, and it is more or less connected with the Xuanyuan family in the divine world.

In addition, Xuanyuanhong himself has profound cultivation base, unpredictable supernatural powers, and also serves as the core elder of Buddha City——

Therefore, Xuanyuan Hong's influence in Buddha City is extremely huge.

It gives people the impression that Xuanyuan Hong has always been generous and open-minded.

Therefore, the gate of his manor has always been kept open and never closed. Even if the thief comes, the gate of Xuanyuan's family is still open.

Almost everyone in Focheng believes that if anyone is qualified to maintain this kind of openness, there is only one person in Focheng.

Absolutely no one else, only Xuanyuan Hong deserved it.

Whether friends or enemies, anyone can enter Xuanyuanhong's mansion at will, and no one will interrogate him.

Absolutely no one knows that anyone who enters Xuanyuanhong's mansion is either his confidant or soon to be a confidant.

Because everyone who was against Xuanyuanhong was planted with Yixiu powder by him, and thus controlled by Xuanyuanhong.

Of course, there are also very few who were slaughtered by Xuanyuan Hong.

The situation is quite different now.

Although the gate is still open, there are many more vigilant eyes nearby.

These eyes, hidden somewhere, are as sharp as a falcon, and as fierce and cunning as a wolf or leopard.

As soon as a figure as light as clouds flashed into the open gate of Xuanyuan Mansion, he immediately felt dizzy like being on a roller coaster.

It was Zhao Xiangyin|a clone that condensed out of the water aura.

At this moment, this avatar of Zhao Xiang has almost [-]% of the supernatural power of the deity.

He used the Qiankun secret detection array to the extreme, almost completely shielding all the breath from the body and soul.

Therefore, Zhao Xiang was able to eliminate the three king-level killers that Xuanyuan Hong had planted outside the gate without hindrance.

But as soon as he entered the gate of Xuanyuan Mansion, Zhao Xiang immediately felt a big difference——

God, did this Xuanyuan Hong predict that I, Zhao Xiang, would come to kill him today?

Otherwise, how could he have arranged a space teleportation array inside his gate?

Even if Zhao Xiang is sent to an unknown place, then what's the matter, how can I really be afraid of you?

As soon as Zhao Xiang's avatar realized that he had entered the space teleportation array, he almost simultaneously displayed his space magic powers.

The supernatural power of space jumping, that is, instant communication, Zhao Xiang learned in Qing Luoxing.

After years of practice, revision, and perfection, it is now even more refined.

Xuanyuan Hong, who was half-sitting on the recliner, was so shocked that he stood up immediately, and sternly reprimanded——

"Fuck|Damn, this son of a bitch, Zhao Xiang, actually interrupted the big teleportation of the space formation of this deity? How is this possible?"

"When will someone be able to prevent the normal transmission of the space formation?"

"He, he, is he a power like the Supreme?"

The military teacher, Confucian scholar and old man who stood aside suddenly changed his expression, but he immediately recovered——

"Don't be impatient, Wang Zun. This old man thought that even if Zhao Xiang could forcibly interrupt the space teleportation array, he would still be seriously injured."

"What's more, according to the eyes of the old man, this child is definitely not the supreme, the realm is the peak of the late emperor level."

"The series of methods we have prepared are enough to eliminate this thief ten times."

The ice-cold youth didn't speak much, but his eyes flickered like stars, and he nodded slightly at Xuanyuan Hong.

The weird horror in the depths of Xuanyuanhong's soul seemed to have subsided a bit, and a calm expression appeared on his face and said——

"I don't know what's going on, but this Zhao Xiang really makes me feel uneasy deep in my soul."

"This kind of anxiety has rarely appeared in millions of years!"

"The arrangement we made was originally perfect, but unexpectedly Zhao Xiang broke it?"

"Could it be, could it be that Buddha City is really the place where Xuanyuan Hong died? Will it really fulfill the prophecy 10 years ago?"

Speaking of this, Xuanyuan Hong seemed to have a glimmer of understanding, and his eyes swept across the faces of Confucian scholars and young people.

His voice was unremarkable, and he muttered to himself calmly——

"Could it be that this deity has always been an outcast to the Xuanyuan family, an ancient family in the Promise God Realm?"

"Hehe, my biological father really takes care of my biological son like a treasure."

Hearing Xuanyuan Hong's words, both the Confucian scholar and the young man's expressions changed, and the two of them glanced at each other.

The old Confucian scholar immediately bowed and gave a salute, and replied sincerely——

"Why did Wang Zun believe Patriarch Xuanyuan's jokes?"

"That's just a guessing game, how can it be taken as real?"

The young man who had been silent for a long time now focused his eyes on Xuanyuan Hong, and his voice was still as cold as ever——

"What the military adviser said is true, Wang Zun absolutely does not need to believe such playful words."

With a haha ​​smile, Xuanyuan Hong returned to his original roughness——

"You are absolutely right, the game was originally an impromptu creation of the master of the deity."

"How could this deity take it seriously? Besides, how could this deity's patriarch poison his own son?"

"Tiger poison doesn't eat its children, doesn't it? This deity is just joking."

But I said in my heart, hmph, do you think I, Xuanyuan Hong, are a fool or an idiot?

That time, it was obviously carefully prepared by Patriarch Xuanyuan!

He deliberately performed in such a casual and friendly way!

The purpose is to prevent me from becoming suspicious and rebellious, so that I could foolishly work my life for him!

Hmph, do you think this deity doesn't know that I, Xuanyuan Hong, is not the real son of Patriarch Xuanyuan at all?

I'm just a poor pawn he uses to achieve his goals and realize his dreams!

For so many years, this deity has endured humiliation, isn't it to get rid of the established fate?

Hehe, even if Zhao Xiang really terminated the space teleportation, why should he be afraid?

There is still a lot of preparations for the deity!

I don't believe it anymore, a small late emperor level peak can't handle it!

Confucian scholars and young people naturally would not believe Xuanyuanhong's explanation and confession, they all knew who Xuanyuanhong was.

Therefore, although the masters they serve are different, their purpose is the same, both are to get Zhao Xiang.

Therefore, the two secretly thought about how to cooperate with Xuanyuan Hong to get Zhao Xiang.

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Let's talk about Zhao Xiang's avatar.

Zhao Xiang, who used the supernatural power of space jumping, really disrupted Xuanyuanhong's encirclement and suppression plan.

However, just as the Confucian old man predicted, Zhao Xiang's body was seriously injured and fell to the realm——

Suddenly, he fell from the peak of the late emperor level to the peak of the middle stage of the emperor level.

Although it was not moved to a secret space, it was surrounded by many.

As soon as Zhao Xiang's avatar sensed the fall of the realm, it immediately contacted the world of spells and absorbed endless energy to recover.

Therefore, as soon as the blue figure appeared in a manor, Zhao Xiang's cultivation was restored to its original state.

Of course, at this very moment, there are more than a dozen Xuan-level and Emperor-level powerhouses blocking the way.

In the distance, a large number of killers rushed to join the interception team.

The manor here is very large and the terrain is very open.

A few hundred meters away from the gate is Xuanyuan Mansion, without any buildings in between.

As far as the eye can see, people are constantly pouring out of the mansion like a tide, like soldier ants paired up when an ant nest is facing an attack.

They were dressed in uniform green leather soft armor, which set off their sturdy and majestic bodies.

Some late emperor-level powerhouses have ferocious expressions.

Seeing them staring at him in front of him, Zhao Xiang's avatar murmured——

The heart is really vicious, these people are actually controlled by Yi Xiu San, they are no different from puppets.

These are Xuanyuanhong's three hundred killers in green clothes, they are all people who are accustomed to seeing life and death, most of them are Xuan-level or Emperor-level in strength.

These blue-clothed killers are a mysterious army hidden by Xuanyuan Hong, and their strength is unmatched.

Confucian scholars and young people generally agree that——

The arrival of three hundred killers in blue clothes is enough to counteract the mid-stage or even late stage of partiality.

Although there are only more than a hundred people at the moment, the arrogance gathered in one place is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Even the minds of the early partial gods must be captured by it.

Zhao Xiang's avatar was unmoved, his face was calm and indifferent.

He stood proudly on the spot with his hands behind his back, he didn't intend to continue speaking, his whole body exuded an eternal coldness.

Zhao Xiang's performance made Xuanyuan Hong, who was living in a secret room, not only frowned——

"Strange, this bastard is so calm?"

"Could it be that his mind is so strong that it's frightening that he's not caught by the evil spirit?"

"I just remembered, this son of a bitch created a world of spells, and it is said that the souls of the practitioners..."

The young man immediately interjected——

"Are the souls of practitioners in the spell world particularly powerful?"

"Speaking of strength, how can a cultivator's soul be so strong that it can compete with more than 100 strong people?"

The old Confucian scholar immediately put forward his own views——

"Will Zhao Xiang possess a powerful soul treasure, such as a low-grade or mid-grade artifact?"

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Hong immediately blurted out in surprise——

"How is it possible? Among all the artifacts, the most difficult to refine is the artifact of the soul."

"Even the Xuanyuan family of this deity, as far as I know, only has one legendary soul weapon, and it's still low-grade."

However, just after these words were finished, Xuanyuan Hong said to himself with surprise on his face——

"Perhaps, this Zhao Xiang is really hiding a soul artifact!"

"Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to face hundreds of killers in Tsing Yi with such a calm demeanor!"

"These Tsing Yi killers are soul killers specially trained by the deity over hundreds of thousands of years!"