The Peerless Emperor

At this moment, Lin Qian stood in front of a lake, silently, looking at it secretly.

Although to outsiders, the lake in front of him was just plain water.

But above the entire lake, there are fluctuations lingering in space,

This illusion and the technology of obscuration are very clever, far beyond the level of the current immortal realm, but in Lin Qian's eyes, it is still very inferior.

It is not his knowledge of the formation, compared to the past tyrannical, but because of his superior strength and as a controller, this can still be achieved easily.

"Let's go!" Lin Qian greeted Zhao Long on the side, raising his leg and stepping into the lake in front of him.

When Lin Qian's figure approached the lake in front of him, there was an invisible force that began to emerge.

There is a charm in this power, rushing into the depths of Dao's soul, trying to induce his thoughts to go beyond the lake.

However, the strength of Lin Qian's soul and the charm of this mere formation could shake his will.

The strength of Zhao Long's soul on the side is also extremely terrifying, and naturally he will not be shaken in the slightest.

When they approached the lake completely, violent fluctuations suddenly struck, producing a powerful repulsive force.

Not only that, the fluctuations in the space are also increasing layer by layer, wrapping towards Lin Qian's body.

This force seemed to push Lin Qian and Zhao Long away from the outside, moving a tiny distance.

Only this point can be seen, and how tyrannical the people who set up the formation are, they actually use space to move.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qian showed a smile on his face. From this point, it can be seen that this is a big fish.

When this violent spatial fluctuation swept towards Lin Qian and Zhao Long, it was instantly divided by the twisting power of him.

The power of the formation that shrouded this lake instantly disappeared without a trace, and this formation was still in the process of keeping it running strangely.

If it were a stronger formation, Lin Qian might still have a headache, but the formation in the immortal realm could not cause him any difficulties at all.

This is Lin Qian's overbearing power as the master now.

Lin Qian took Zhao Long and walked directly into the middle of the lake. The strength that had originally supported them disappeared suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of him and Zhao Long sank into the lake.

The figures of Lin Qian and Zhao Long sank toward the middle, and the water pressure became more tyrannical, cold, bleak, and dark.

But before long, in the deep darkness below the lake, light began to gradually emerge.

When the shining light understood the light and constantly emerged, the figures of Lin Qian and Zhao Long were also relaxed for a while, appearing in another world.

A small world attached to the immortal realm.

The environment here is also very good, full of greenery, and the soul consciousness spread to the surroundings, Lin Qian's eyes instantly became cold.

In the huge small world, there are many Nether races, in addition to the four-eyed spirit races they are familiar with, there are also the Eight-eye Protoss race, as well as the Jinshi and Gangxuan races within the Nether race.

These races thrive in this small world and are strengthening their own strength.

However, what really makes Lin Qian feel angry is that in this small world, many races are actually being held.

Among these races, the human races also have the ape races, and there are also good veins immortal races, but there is no overlord immortal race.

Any fool can imagine why this happens, and what is the reason.

"Go!" Lin Qian's tone was full of coldness and murderous intent, and his figure instantly disappeared in place.

Being able to feel his majesty's anger, Zhao Long's body also boiled with blood, closely following his majesty.

Feeling the emotions of your majesty, Zhao Long knew that today, there is going to be a big killing.

When Lin Qian's figure appeared again, he had already come to the front of a city.

Although it is a city, there is no wall.

At least for these Nether Clan, the existence of the city wall is not necessary. After all, in this small world, they are all the territory of their Nether Clan, and it is impossible for enemies to invade. How do you need a city wall.

As for the many races in this small world, they are just their slaves. What is there to worry about?

At this moment, what appeared in front of Lin Qian and Zhao Long was a huge continuous range of buildings in which many Nether Clan walked back and forth.

However, their hands are still holding the chains forged by the black soul mine, which are tied to the necks of many races.

People of these races walk on the road in a squat shape, like humble pets.

In fact, in the eyes of these nether races, the races of the heavens and the realms are themselves pets and slaves.

Seeing the situation in front of him, the anger in Lin Qian's chest was about to gush out.

"Well, in that direction, it seems that there is still a human race." Suddenly, the Nether race in the city suddenly opened their mouths in surprise, pointing to the front.

At this time, many of the Nether Clan on the road turned their heads and looked towards Lin Qian and Zhao Long.

On their faces, there were similarly surprised eyes.

In this small world, there are still free-moving human races. Is this possible?

Seeing that young human race, wearing clothes, exudes a breath, it is clearly expensive, where ordinary slave races can be worn.

On the other side, Zhao Long, wearing a black dragon and silver armor, is also eye-catching. This fully armed posture, in their impression, should not be a human race with the status of slaves and pets, but should be worn on them.

"You dare to stand and look for death!" In the eyes of the onlookers, all of them showed disgust. Looking at Lin Qian and Zhao Long, they spoke contemptuously, and talked at each other.

In their perception, humans, such a humble race, should not stand and are not qualified.

Human race should be crouched, nodding and bowing, like a dog.

At this time, one of the Nether Clan suddenly had an extra long whip in his hand and threw it towards Lin Qian and Zhao Long.

At the same time, he yelled out: "Whose slaves ran out, let them run around without chaining them, and bump into someone else at that time, what should I do!"

At the same time, when the Nether Clan shouted, the long whip in his hand also screamed towards Lin Qian.

Lin Qian's face was cold and motionless, Zhao Long beside him was already furious.