Nine Dragons War Sovereign

"Emperor Huang?"

Qin Si's warning caused Ye Ling to wake up, and he anxiously looked around, confirming that there were no signs of Emperor Huang and the rest, causing him to be confused.

With Ye Xiong, Emperor Huang, and Nie Hun's strength, it was impossible for them to disappear without a trace without a trace without a trace, so Ye Ling had no choice but to pay attention to them.

Ye Ling's gaze concentrated on the direction of the Clear Sky Hall. The only one that appeared was Ge Tianba within the Six Divine Generals, so the remaining people were mostly within the palace.

Sword Saint's eyes glittered as he too focused on the Clear Sky Palace. He could sense a powerful aura pulsating within the palace, something that caused him to be a bit apprehensive.

Ye Ling and the other two hesitated for a moment, but at the same time, they walked towards the Clear Sky Palace. When they arrived at the main entrance of the Clear Sky Palace, a terrifying air current suddenly spurted out, forcing Ye Ling and the others to stop in their tracks.

Ye Ling and the others looked inside the palace and saw that Emperor Huang, Nie Hun and Ye Xiong were actually sitting on one side of the palace while facing them were Du Jingyun and the rest.

The atmosphere in the hall was a little strange, Du Jingyun and the rest all looked at Ye Ling and the other two with ice-cold eyes.

However, Ye Xiong, Emperor Huang and Nie Hun's faces were pale white, they sat there motionlessly, with painful expressions on their faces, as though they were frozen there, unable to react at all.

When Ye Ling saw this scene, he knew that Emperor Huang and the others had fallen into the hands of the Six Divine Generals.

The Sword Saint's expression was ice-cold. After he saw everything in the hall, he looked up and saw a middle-aged man dressed in purple sitting there. There was a smile that was not a smile on his face as he looked at him.

"Dongfang Yiming?"

The Sword Saint frowned and his expression instantly became ice-cold. The person sitting on the roof of the hall was the master of the Six Divine Generals, "Dongfang Yiming".

He did not expect that the Six Divine Generals, in order to take revenge, would not hesitate to destroy the Sky Dragon Sect and even invite Eastern Yiming, who had disappeared a long time ago, out.

With such an important battle array, it was no wonder the Six Gods were so confident. It was a pity that Ge Tianba died a little unfairly, it was because he was too conceited, underestimated Ye Ling, and neglected Qin Si to have the Phoenix Ancestral in his hands.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall was extremely solemn. With Dongfang Yiming overseeing the proceedings, the Six Divine Generals naturally had no worries.

Dongfang Yiming was a heavyweight who had become famous in the ancient times. His strength had already reached the sixth stage of the Fighting Martial Saint, and his strength was terrifying to the point of suffocating.

With such a peerless master guarding him, it was no wonder that he, Ye Xiong, would be suppressed here.

If not for the blood battle between Ye Xiong and the Underworld Realm's army which affected his foundation, his strength would have been greatly reduced and he would not be able to recover. His cultivation level was currently far from what Dongfang Yiming could compare to.

It was precisely because Dongfang Yiming was a cunning old fox and did not participate in the battle against the Underworld Realm back in the ancient times that he was able to grasp his current strength and status.

Ye Ling's expression tensed up. Facing Dongfang Yiming and the Six Divine Generals within the palace, he still chose to step through the door.

This was a gathering of storm and clouds. The Six Divine Generals had deliberately and meticulously lured him here, so naturally, they would not let him off lightly.

The moment he stepped into the palace, Du Jingyun and the others who were sitting by the side all stood up at the same time, and looked at Ye Ling with a tiger like gaze. They all wished to hack Ye Ling into a thousand pieces and tear him into shreds.

"Why didn't Sword Saint come in for a chat?"

Ye Ling stepped into the hall, and as Dong Fang Yiming sat, he did not place Ye Ling in his eyes, and directly extended his hand out to the Sword Saint to invite him.

As members of the same generation, naturally they were more familiar with each other. Very few were able to survive from the Ancient Era, so in his eyes, only Sword Saint was worthy enough to talk with him.

The Sword Saint's expression was ugly, facing Dongfang Yiming's invitation, he naturally did not shy away, and after a moment of silence, he directly stepped into the hall and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ye Ling, and at the same time looked at Dongfang Yiming who was standing above the hall.

"Capture Ye Ling and let the five of you deal with him, don't hinder me from reminiscing about the past."

Dongfang Yiming, who was sitting at the top of the hall, looked at Du Jingyun and the others and reminded them coldly. Then, he invited the Sword Saint to take a seat.

When the Sword Saint saw Dong Fang Yi Ming's actions, his expression became unsettled, and he turned to look at Ye Ling, only to see Ye Ling nodding towards him.

With Ye Ling's permission, the Sword Saint stepped into the hall, sat in front of Dongfang Yiming, and seemed to be extremely calm and collected.

As the Sword Saint sat on the roof of the hall, Du Jingyun and the rest all looked unfriendly. At the same time, they surrounded Ye Ling in the middle.

"Ye Ling, are you prepared to surrender or do you want us to send you off immediately?"

Du Jingyun's face was cold as he questioned Ye Ling with a stern voice.

In the face of the threat of Du Jingyun and the others, Ye Ling actually raised his hand to rub his nose, and sneered disdainfully as he looked around at Du Jingyun, Song Jie, and the others.

"Do you really think that you can eat me, Ye Ling, so easily?"

Ye Ling opened his mouth, his tone sounded somewhat arrogant, but Du Jingyun and the rest did not dare to underestimate him.

"Whiz!"

Just as Ye Ling finished speaking, Song Jie, who was behind him, made his move, and quickly struck out with his palm.

Ye Ling sneered and glanced behind him. After that, he waved his hand and a bolt of lightning instantly flew behind him.

Boom!

The lightning exploded. Song Jie was forced a few steps back. His right hand was bleeding profusely, and he had suffered quite a lot of injuries.

When Du Jingyun and the rest saw it, their expressions became solemn and cold, and they attacked Ye Ling at the same time.

"Nine strikes!"

Facing the attack from Du Jingyun and the others, Ye Ling suddenly swung his arm, and nine lightning bolts descended from the sky, instantly striking Du Jingyun and the others.

BOOM! BOOM! "Boom!

The nine bolts of lightning could destroy all spells, slay immortals and kill gods, and match all foes!

A thunderous sound rang out, Du Jingyun and the rest were all shaken to the point that they vomited blood and flew into the air. Each of their eyes, noses, and mouths were filled with smoke, and they were all on the verge of death.

At the top of the hall, Dongfang Yi Ming's face immediately darkened, seeing that his disciples could not even handle Ye Ling, he felt extremely humiliated.

"A bunch of useless bums!"

Following that, he suddenly raised his hand and struck horizontally towards the sky. A purple light flashed like thunder, and in an instant, it tore through the air, erupting with a terrifying pressure as it charged straight towards Ye Ling.

Thump! Thump!

Seeing that, Ye Ling quickly retreated, and a blood light appeared in front of his chest. A blood hand suddenly flew out from Ye Ling's body, and instantly collided with Dong Fang Yi Ming's palm.

Boom!

The air in the hall suddenly scattered with light, and Dongfang Yiming's palm instantly exploded.

Puff!

Dong Fang Yi Ming who was seated on top of the palace, spat out blood and arrow. His face was pale white, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at Ye Ling, who was seated below in fear.

The pupils of the Sword Saint contracted as his expression became a little chaotic. That bloody hand just now simply caused him to shudder in fear. It was a terrifying attack.

"Blood god?" The Sword Saint was shocked. Who didn't know the name of the Blood God?

The Sword Saint was shocked. Why was the Blood God still in the world?

It was said that the Blood God was above the Heavenly Dao and had long transcended the heavens and earth. He stepped into another domain and then vanished without a trace.

A series of rumors were all confusing and no one was able to personally confirm it. However, not all rumors came out of nowhere, so the Sword Saint did not dare to speculate too much.

At this moment, Eastern Yi Ming who was standing on top of the palace had an extremely ugly expression, and looking at Ye Ling who was below, his eyes were spitting fire.

Ye Ling, who was below the palace, had a stern face. He squinted his eyes and looked at Dongfang Yiming. Without any tricks, how could he dare to confront the court alone with Dongfang Yiming?

"What do you want?"

It was difficult to release the anger in his heart now. With the protection of the blood god, he was completely unable to do anything to Ye Ling.

"Shouldn't I ask you?"

"These people are my men. Are you going to release them yourself, or do you want me to do it myself?"

Ye Ling frowned, he looked up at Dong Fang Yi Ming coldly, and then turned to look at Ye Xiong, Emperor Huang and the rest, purposely putting on a show, and threatened Dong Fang Yi Ming.

In the face of Ye Ling's provocation and intimidation, he naturally did not compromise. Instead, he sneered, "If I attack, all of them must die!"

"You …!" Ye Ling's face immediately turned green. Dongfang Yiming was truly sinister and ruthless, he looked at Ye Xiong and the others, and felt that they possessed Dongfang Yiming's Qi. This made him not dare to act rashly.

"Brother Dongfang, why?"

"He's just a junior. Is it really worth it for you to go all out against him?"

The Sword Saint noticed that the situation was not good for Ye Ling, and frowned. He turned to look at Eastward Yiming, and asked with a cold expression.

"Is it worth it?"

"Brother Sword Lord, don't try to act dumb."

"Killing the grandson of my disciple means not putting me in your eyes, and now you're even more lawless. If I don't punish him severely, how can I, Dongfang Yiming, face the world?"

Dongfang Yiming frowned and turned to look at Sword Saint. His face was filled with killing intent as he spoke to Sword Saint in a low voice.

The Sword Saint's expression froze. He felt that what Dongfang Yiming said was a bit far-fetched, this was a matter between the Six Divine Generals and Ye Ling, what does it have to do with him, Dongfang Yiming?

"Bullshit!"

After hearing everything Dongfang Yiming said, Ye Ling was furious. What kind of logic was that, Ye Ling glared at Dongfang Zexing and asked, "Which eye of yours saw me killing the grandson of the Six God Generals? Who told you that I killed your grandson? Get him to come out and confront me face to face! "

All of the conflicts were caused by the killing of the Six God General's grandson, resulting in this uncontrollable situation today.

Back then in Nine Dragon Mountain, Ye Ling knew that the Six God Generals were being used, so he deliberately let them go.

Ye Ling turned and looked angrily at Du Jingyun and the rest who were standing behind him. The anger he felt was as if it had gone mad, he raised his hand and pointed towards Du Jingyun, "Why is your grandson Du Jingtao still alive? Why was everyone else dead? Haven't you thought about it? Or are all of you just useless people? "

Ye Ling roared loudly. The faces of Dongfang Yiming, Du Jingyun and the others immediately turned incomparably cold and sinister. Although the words Ye Ling had shouted out were a bit ear-piercing, it was indeed reasonable.

Du Jingyun's expression turned serious, Ye Ling's words had unexpectedly pushed the blame onto his own grandson, Du Jingtao, causing him to become extremely angry.

However, Song Jie and the rest looked at Du Jingyun with cold, unfriendly eyes. They had their suspicions before, but now that Ye Ling had said the same thing, they could not help but be suspicious.