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The Palace of the God King.

After thousands of years, this place is still wonderful. The Heavenly Palace stands as if it is located in the brilliant golden clouds, tall and magnificent, solemn and sacred.

The exquisite jade stairs, with mist lingering in the middle and Yao grass covering the ground, are gorgeous.

However, the people around cursed in a low voice, making this beautiful picture no longer so beautiful.

"Damn Huang, if he could remind us, Senior Brother would not die in there."

A young warrior gritted his teeth.

"He must pay the price!"

"Really? What price do I need to pay?"

A calm voice directly alarmed everyone on the scene.

The appearance of Li Ming surprised everyone in front of the Palace of the God King. They didn't expect Huang to come so soon.

The young generation in these sects suffered heavy losses, but the most core figures were actually alive and well. Standing in front of the palace gate, the major saints and saints, as well as the strongest descendants of the major sects all looked at Li Ming's figure.

Li Ming could have stopped these martial gods from dying, but he knew about it but didn't report it. Many of the people who died this time were their fellow apprentices and teachers. Even though they all knew that Li Ming didn't have much responsibility, people's hearts were like that, and many people present had complicated expressions.

There were also reasonable people among these people.

To be honest, even if Li Ming revealed his identity and advised them not to go in, I'm afraid these forces might not agree, and they might even plan to target the descendant of the Green Emperor.

It's just that it's human nature to help relatives and not help others.

"Huang, you are so cruel, you killed my ancestor!"

A disciple of Taichu Holy Land shouted loudly, his eyes full of resentment.

In the Palace of the God King, the martial god who died in Taichu Holy Land was his master and his biggest backer. He didn't expect that he would be destroyed by a terrifying attack just because he wanted to enter a room in the palace.

After he learned that Li Ming knew about it but didn't report it, he hated Li Ming on the spot.

In fact, there were many restrictions left over from the distant past in the Jinpeng Palace that Li Ming had visited before, but Peng Tianyu found a way to avoid them, which saved him a lot of trouble.

"Give me back the life of my master!"

The remaining disciples of the Zhenwu Sect also roared in unison, with a terrifying momentum, as if they wanted Li Ming to pay with his life on the spot.

The Zhenwu Sect is a force in Yuanzhou, East Region, with a profound foundation. It once had an old relationship with an ancient existence, and was comparable to a holy land in its heyday.

Some time ago, it even went to war with a force of almost the same level, and killed a martial god of the other side on the spot, which shocked the four directions and boosted its power.

There is even a young genius born in the sect. It is said that he has obtained an ancient inheritance from the sect, and has reached the extreme in every realm below the martial god, and is known as the first person in Yuanzhou.

Such words are heard frequently.

…

Li Ming looked calm, not even looking at his disciples. He strode to the front of the God King Palace. Facing the elders of various forces, he looked calm and composed, saying, "I am here!"

"What do you think?"

Li Ming's tone was mixed with a bit of disdain, which immediately made many people who were already angry even angrier.

"Master uncle, just kill him and avenge your junior brother!"

"My ancestor died so unjustly. If we don't punish him severely, we can't calm our anger!"

At the entrance of the hall, many young disciples shouted, and some even shouted at the elders of the sect with murderous eyes.

"Your Highness Huang, how can you act like this? You have caused the death of so many respected predecessors. This is an immeasurable loss to the human race in the East Region."

The Son of Taichu sighed.

"Every martial god is a pride of the human race and a heroic lord. They have been in power for thousands of years, but I didn't expect them to die so sadly."

A young true disciple of the Purple Mansion Sect also sighed, his tone full of resentment and accusations.

"Brother Shengzi, you have to make the decision for us!"

"Huang, you are presumptuous to be the descendant of the Green Emperor. The spirits of the predecessors in heaven will curse you!"

At the entrance of the hall, many disciples from various major sects and holy lands kept shouting, trying to hit Li Ming's mentality.

"Shut up!"

Li Ming just glanced at them lightly and said, "If I want to talk, I will talk to you adults. It's not your turn to talk too much!"

He is the descendant of the Green Emperor and has a high status. If he quarrels with these inner disciples, it will really lower his status.

It is even more impossible to be shameless and attack these people.

Even the Holy Son of the Holy Land is barely equal to him.

The true disciples are also inferior to him.

But it is obvious that this Taichu Holy Son knows that the Sun Holy Son has just been defeated by Li Ming, and his strength is only slightly better than that of the Sun Holy Son. It is impossible for him to defeat him as easily as Li Ming, so he dare not anger Li Ming.

Outside the hall, everyone was stunned, and then extremely angry. Li Ming didn't take them seriously.

To be on equal footing with the elders of their sect, or even superior.

"I'm here, what do you want?"

Li Ming stared at an old man with white hair and beard in front of the hall, wearing a white jade robe, and said lightly.

In front of the God King Palace, white mist lingered, like a fairyland.

This old man in white robe, with kind eyes and clouds and mist around him, motionless, sitting here like a god or Buddha.

The other party may be well hidden, like an ordinary celestial being, but the people around him are deliberately a little distance away from him, and there is no offensive in their eyes.

In Li Ming's eyes, the identity of the other party is clear at a glance.

[Name]: [Wen Taiyi]

[Realm]: [Third Level of Heaven and Earth Realm]

[Entry]: [Taochu asked the body (dark purple), Taichu broke the delusion of the divine eye (dark purple), Taichu Taoism (purple), heard a thousand enlightenments (purple)...]

A powerful warrior god, and from the Holy Land of Taichu.

Its strength is unfathomable, and it is hidden among the crowd, mostly to prevent the situation from becoming uncontrollable.

"If you publicly apologize to us and share what you gained from this, we can naturally forget about it."

A powerful man from the Holy Land of Taichu couldn't wait to stand up and said.

They suffered the heaviest losses this time. Not only did they lose a Martial God, they also lost several young prodigies, as well as several masters who had cultivated their divine bodies.

"I said, let you adults speak, for example, this senior, what do you think?"

Li Ming was too lazy to pay attention to these people at the level of gods and humans. Those young disciples were even too lazy to look at them and completely ignored his words. Such a gesture made many arrogant disciples feel angry. This person from the Holy Land of Taichu The elder's eyes were filled with sparks.

This is to blatantly ignore all of them, and simply look down on them.

However, these people in Taichu Holy Land were also shocked. Elder Wen usually lived in seclusion, and ordinary people would not recognize him as a powerful warrior.

As soon as this famine came, we found this deeply hidden master.

"You are quite courageous. You have offended so many of us and yet you dare to come here."

Finally, Elder Wen spoke calmly, with no trace of his true thoughts.

"You just have a clear conscience, why don't you dare to come?"

Li Ming stood with his head held high, without any fear.

"Okay, okay, okay, you are very courageous, and you are worthy of being the successor of Qing Emperor!"

An elder of the Zhenwu Sect had a sinking look on his face. Their deputy leader had died here. This was such a big deal that they couldn't just let it go.

The deputy leader of the Zhenwu Sect is a martial god who has been practicing for thousands of years. He originally planned to lead them to make a fortune in the Palace of Gods, but he didn't expect that he would be caught in it. The lack of this pillar of the Zhenwu Sect would be a big disaster. Maybe in Yuanzhou status will drop a lot.

"What do you want?"

Wen Taiyi spoke in a deep voice, wanting to see how Li Ming planned to solve this matter.

He is a powerful martial artist who usually cherishes his feathers and devotes himself to training. He thought that this time it was just a formality, but he didn't expect to be involved in such a troublesome matter, which can be said to be a headache.

Although Li Ming has no one to support him on the surface, if he wants to touch him unreasonably, even a holy land cannot bear the glare of the people in the world, and may even suffer revenge from those who are interested.

Qing Emperor has only been dead for ten thousand years, but some of his relationships are still there.

For example, in this deserted continent, the famous leader of the original divine dynasty was said to have received favors from Qing Emperor's descendants and highly respected Qing Emperor.

"The only way to resolve the grievances between warriors is to fight. I have a clear conscience and will fight if I want."

Li Ming glanced at everyone.

"Who can fight?"

The hall was filled with murderous intent, and many people stared at Li Ming, but when faced with Li Ming's gaze, they all lowered their heads.