The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 1158 This is my qualification!
Chapter 1158 This is my qualification!
At this time, above the valley, the Eighteenth Prince's face was cold, his eyes gleamed with ruthless light, holding the Soul Devouring Banner in his hand, the imperial aura surged, and the power of the soul condensed into a storm, roaring and roaring around him.

"Soul Eater!"

The next moment, the Eighteenth Prince gave a low shout, and waved the Soul Devouring Banner in his hand, as if waving a wave of the Milky Way. The endless energy was driven, directly causing the void above the valley to be annihilated into a black hole.

The majestic and vast energy locked onto Ling Hantian, as if it were an ancient beast that wanted to devour Ling Hantian and annihilate him directly.

"Haha, it's over, it's over for Ling Hantian, the Eighteenth Prince is indeed worthy of being ranked third among the top ten geniuses of the Moon God Empire, the power of this blow has already reached the limit of the Fate Spring Realm!"

"That's right, the Eighteenth Prince is a genius, with great luck, how can this Ling Hantian shake the Eighteenth Prince!"

Feeling the blow of the Eighteenth Prince, the crowd boiled, held their breath, and followed the majestic energy, and fell into the valley, wanting to witness the scene of Ling Hantian's body being blasted and his soul devoured!
But, the next moment, the eyes of the crowd froze, what?What about Ling Hantian, why did he disappear!
The majestic and incomparable energy blasted into the valley, almost splitting the valley in half, and countless blood spar were blasted out.

However, at this time, no one dared to snatch these blood spar, and their attention was also quickly looking for Ling Hantian, so they had no intention to pay attention to the blood spar for the time being.

However, the reaction of the crowd was too slow, and it was difficult for them to find Ling Hantian's figure!
However, the crowd suddenly heard a cold shout, which exploded from where the Eighteenth Prince was!
Soul Domain!

At this time, the Eighteenth Prince made a blow that he was determined to win, and wanted to seal the victory with one blow.

But he would have thought that Ling Hantian's speed was so fast, it simply exceeded his cognition!
Almost at the speed of Ling Hantian's voice, the Eighteenth Prince instinctively felt the mortal danger, without the slightest hesitation, the Eighteenth Prince instinctively blocked the Soul Devouring Banner in front of him, and at the same time tried to retreat quickly.

However, the moment the Eighteenth Prince moved, a look of horror appeared on his face. He felt an inexplicable force enveloped him, and his strength was weakened by [-]% in an instant!

Weakened [-]% of his strength in an instant, causing his strength to drop to the peak of the Fate Spring Realm in an instant, or even less than the peak of the Fate Spring Realm.

At this very moment, a tyrannical aura locked on him, and then a cold and ruthless voice exploded in his ears!

Create the Seven Styles of Knife!

The thick and sharp Yanwu Saber, with the power of a slashing knife, slammed heavily on the soul-devouring banner in the hands of the Eighteenth Prince.

The strength of the Eighteenth Prince was weakened, both in terms of combat power and defense power. After hastily resisting, he encountered Ling Hantian's full-strength attack, and was immediately knocked away by Ling Hantian, like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily. In the big pit in the valley.

This big hole was just created by the eighteenth prince himself!
At this moment, the crowd immediately petrified, their eyes widened, their mouths opened wide enough to stuff two eggs in, their throats twitched, but it was difficult to make a sound.

Immediately afterwards, the crowd who hadn't recovered from their senses saw that Ling Hantian was holding the Yanwu Saber, and the speed was extremely fast, and he directly swept into the big pit.

The next moment, the eyes of the crowd were slightly blinded by the dazzling golden light. Only a few people saw that a golden sword of spiritual consciousness pierced the space and shot into the body of the Eighteenth Prince.

About a minute later, the crowd finally came back to their senses from the petrification, and found Ling Hantian jumped out of the big pit holding the Yanwu sword.

Except for his clothes being a little messy, Ling Hantian didn't have any injuries on his body, and his breath was stable.

"Here, what's the situation? Where's the Eighteenth Prince?"

Looking at Ling Hantian's back, the crowd couldn't calm down anymore, and they turned their eyes to the big pit one after another, searching for the figure of the Eighteenth Prince.

Under the anxious eyes of everyone, the Eighteenth Prince jumped out of the pit in a panic, looking at Ling Hantian with a ferocious expression.

At this moment, the Eighteenth Prince no longer has the demeanor of a generation of princes. His whole body is in tatters, his hair is disheveled, his face is disheveled, and his eyes are full of unwillingness and humiliation.

"Eighteenth Prince, you asked me what qualifications I have to compete with you. Now, may I have the qualifications to compete with you?"

Ling Hantian put away the Yan Wudao, put his hands behind his back, danced wildly with his white hair all over his head, looked at the eighteenth prince with a distorted face, and said jokingly.

"Ling Hantian, you should die!"

The Eighteenth Prince gritted his teeth, clenched his hands tightly, with veins popping out of his neck, with an expression of wishing he could die with Ling Hantian.

What the Eighteenth Prince said made the crowd a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, but the crowd could tell that the Eighteenth Prince had lost, and the state of the Eighteenth Prince was obviously not right at the moment.

"Eighteenth prince, you have no chance. Even if you blew yourself up, I can leave calmly."

There was no trace of pity on Ling Hantian's face. He tried to enslave the Eighteenth Prince just now, but this son's soul is somewhat special, and this son is also a refined soul, so Ling Hantian did not succeed in enslaving this son.

However, even if he failed to enslave this son, Ling Hantian shattered the altar of the eighteen princes.

At this moment, the Eighteenth Prince is at the end of his strength, and his soul is like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

"I fought with you!"

The eighteenth prince's face showed a look of determination, and he rushed towards Ling Hantian with all his strength, trying to die with Ling Hantian.

However, Ling Hantian's speed is so fast, the speed of the Eighteenth Prince's heyday is still not as fast, let alone this time.

Ling Hantian easily avoided the Eighteenth Prince, and at this moment, the Eighteenth Prince blew himself up, a power comparable to the peak of the Fate Spring Realm erupted, and countless warriors who were watching were directly killed.

These sad warriors have suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck.

So far, one of the three most talented princes in the royal family has fallen!
After the huge explosion, the entire valley was already devastated, but a lot of blood spar was blown out, and there was no need for Ling Hantian to dig them one by one.

Ling Hantian took away the Xumi ring of the eighteen princes, held the Zhoutian compass, and activated the treasure hunting function, and then released the fifteen followers of Juewushen from the city of prison, and asked them to quickly help remove these Collect the bloody spar that was blasted out.

Guided by the Zhoutian compass, the efficiency of these dozen or so people collecting blood spar around the valley was extremely high.

However, even if Ling Hantian had already raised the efficiency to the highest level, it only took about a minute before several majestic and vast auras surged from outside the mountains.

PS Update 4 chapters today!
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