As a half-step martial god, Ling Yu's murderous intent was so strong that he could only sense from those martial gods.

A thought suddenly appeared in the white-haired man. Could it be that the person in front of him was the existence of the God of Martial Arts? But this aura seemed to be only at the level of the Martial Saint, and even slightly worse than himself.

As a great disciple of the Temple of Martial God, the white-haired man has always been cautious and immediately roared, asking other martial saints to arrange the Burial Heaven Formation.

The other nine martial saints immediately took action without hesitation.

Under the pull of the white-haired man, ten auras turned into an invisible size, covering Ling Yu hard.

In an instant, Ling Yu felt that there seemed to be a terrifying strange figure in the void around him, and his movements were slightly stopped.

Ling Yu narrowed his eyes, and then he stirred the Holy Sword of Light in his hand slightly, the light flowed, and the sword light sucked and spitted, and the invisible aura collapsed in an instant.

Under the traction of the qi, the ten martial saints who arranged the Burial Heaven Array suddenly shook their bodies, and their qi and blood were boiling. However, the formation had been laid down and connected into one piece, pulling a thread to move the whole body, and ten terrifying attacks had suddenly attacked.

"It's interesting. If there is no Sword of Light, you will still be trapped."

Ling Yu's steps were wonderful, the sword light sucked and slashed violently, and a terrifying sword energy penetrated out, directly splitting a primary martial saint in half.

This sword directly wiped out the vitality of this primary martial saint.

All the martial saints were shocked. Under the restraint of the formation, they were actually killed by the other party with one sword.

"Come on your own."

The white-haired man roared, and his head was full of white hair, flying in the sky, like a three thousand feet of Milky Way flying down. These white hairs were everywhere, like silver snakes, tangling hard.

Ling Yu sneered, the Holy Sword of Light in his hand flickered, and handfuls of white hair were cut off and fell to the ground.

"If you only have such a little strength, it should be solved."

Ling Yu's voice was extremely cold, and when his body moved, he actually merged with the Holy Sword of Light and turned into a terrible holy sword. The sword light sucked and spitted, wandering around in the air, directly tearing the formation apart. Wherever he passed, blood arrows shot out.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

The martial saints were killed by the sword light and fell to the ground and could never get up again.

The white-haired man was shocked and was about to retreat suddenly, but a sword light was as fast as lightning, passing directly through his eyebrows. Then he touched the bloodline that penetrated from his eyebrows, and an incredible gaze appeared in his pupils.

The sword light fell to the ground and turned into Ling Yu. He held the Holy Sword of Light in his hand. He looked at the ten martial saints who fell to the ground and died, with an extremely cold expression.

. However, all the guards of the Martial God Temple who saw this scene were extremely shocked and shocked incredibly. Then they were covered in dust and were completely destroyed. In addition, the two major martial saints killed in front of them, all the twelve martial saints were killed.

Even the senior brother who reached the half-step of the martial god.

"I didn't want to kill you, but who told you to be ungrateful and seek death!"

Ling Yu ignored the other guards and walked towards the Temple of the Martial God.

No one dared to stop him any longer along the way. Even the twelve great martial saints were destroyed in one breath. Who would have wanted to die?

Ling Yu thought about it and sighed in his heart that if it weren’t for the use of the natural holy method of the Holy Sword of Light, it wouldn’t be so easy to kill them. However, the natural origin energy consumed was also very serious. Now the Holy Spirit of the Holy Sword of Light was complaining!

Now it was finally quiet, so you can feel at ease and boldly look for Ling Tiandao's breath.

After talking for a long time, Ling Yu visited the Temple of the Martial Gods and finally arrived at the roof of a building.

Judging from his senses, this should be the last place Ling Tiandao stays.

After searching around, Ling Yu suddenly discovered a natural origin crystal as the size of a rice grain.

There is also the breath of Ling Tiandao left on this crystal stone.

After taking a closer look, he found no information. Ling Yu was about to throw it away. Suddenly, Ling Yu's heart moved, and then he held the Holy Sword of Light in his hand, put the crystal on the sword, and said to the Holy Spirit: "Holy Spirit, fuse this crystal!"

"Hey, I've consumed so much just now, but I've done a loss-making business. Are you using such a little origin crystal to fool me now?"

The Holy Spirit is gone.

"I want to see if there is any information left by the way of heaven in this natural crystal."

Ling Yu sighed.

"Son of the Holy Son?"

The Holy Sword of Light shook slightly, and then the natural origin crystal stone turned into ashes.

"Boy, there is indeed a message left by the Holy Son. What is the ancient martial holy land he mentioned?"

The Holy Spirit of the Holy Sword of Light suddenly said in surprise.

Ling Yu was delighted. It seemed that the place where Ling Tiandao went should be related to the ancient martial arts holy land.

Ling Yu immediately moved his body and disappeared from a distance. He then grabbed a guard at the peak Wusect level and asked, "Do you know the ancient martial arts holy land?"

The guard was shocked and thought Ling Yu was going to kill him. However, when he heard Ling Yu's question, he felt relieved and quickly said, "I know that the ancient martial arts holy land is the holy land of all our martial artists. It is rumored that the weakest warriors there are all martial saints, and there are many extremely powerful martial gods."

"Don't talk nonsense, don't you know where the ancient martial arts holy land is?"

Ling Yu snorted coldly.

The guard was sweating profusely and shook his head and said, "Give up your life, I really don't know. It is said that the ancient martial arts holy land is in the sky outside the sky, and only the powerful martial gods can reach it."

Ling Yu threw away the guard and his face became solemn. It seemed that this ancient martial arts holy land was extraordinary. Even if he found it himself, it would be difficult to rescue Ling Tiandao.

Unless he can use mana normally.

But, is it possible?

Especially when the immortal energy is not moving

.At this moment, a loud voice came from the void: "Tianzang, I heard that you have taken over a disciple of a natural divine body. I have arrived from Hunyuantian."

Then the void shook, and a void passage suddenly formed, and then a fat old man with a child-faced face and a crane-haired hair rolled out.

Not bad, just get out, this old man is too fat, just like a ball.

However, although he is fat, his strength is real, tearing the void and the absolute existence of the martial god.

Ling Yu secretly said something was wrong, and a martial god actually appeared at this time.

The other guards of the Temple of War were extremely surprised.

"Hey, what's going on? Why are there such a strong smell of blood? Why are the several registered disciples of Tianzang all dead?"

The fat old man stood hanging in the air in the void, with his eyes big and big, and said strangely.

"Mr. Huanxi Wushen, my Wushen Temple has been invaded by a powerful enemy. Please help me."

A peak martial saint suddenly yelled.

"A strong enemy? This guy Tianzang is indeed not here. Oh, it's this little guy. Haha, this guy Tianzang's hometown has been circulated by a martial saint. This is definitely a strange story in the world."

The fat old man was happy and the martial god rolled around in the sky, holding his belly and laughing wildly.

It seemed that the experience of the Temple of War God made him very excited.

All the guards looked at each other.

Ling Yu was also a little strange. This old man seemed a little nervous!

"Okay, okay, I can't laugh anymore, haha, but I just can't help laughing. No, I have to tell others to go and spread the big news, so that the world's martial gods can see that Tianzang's old nest was copied, haha"

The God of Happiness smiled for a long time, rolled up again, then tore the void and disappeared.

Just left.

All the martial gods were stunned, and the peak Wushu Sect who had made a sound just now turned pale.

When he reached the level of the God of Martial God, he was unscrupulous and had strange behaviors, and this God of Martial God of joy was even more so.

Ling Yu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Although he was not afraid, even if he couldn't defeat it, he wouldn't have a chance to escape. However, being targeted by a martial god is always a troublesome thing.

.I was too lazy to find trouble for the peak Wushu Sect, Ling Yu rode on the grouper tiger and hurriedly left the Temple of the Martial God to prevent the fat old man from returning.

Ling Yu's premonition was indeed effective. Before he had left the mountain where the Temple of Martial God was thirty miles away, the void shook, and a ball rolled out and stopped Ling Yu.

"Hey, boy, what's your name? You're so brave. You even dare to copy Tianzang's old nest. Tell me, what are your grudges with Tianzang?"

This ball of meat ball is exactly the joyful martial god with a gossip on his face.

Ling Yu complained secretly, but his face was extremely calm and said, "My son was stolen by Tianzang. What kind of grudge do you think I have with him?"

"Your son, why are Tianzang robbed your son? Could that guy Tianzang cannot give birth to a son, so it is not right to steal someone else's son as his own. Tianzang is thousands of years old, so what do you want his son to do?"

The god of joy, the god of martial arts was extremely gossiped, and his chubby hands supported his round flesh head and muttered to himself.

"Of course I'm his apprentice."

Ling Yu felt that this fat man was a little interesting, but he didn't dare to be overjoyed.

"What, accept your son as his apprentice? No, is his apprentice your son, and your son is Tianzang's apprentice?"

The God of Joy rolled again and exclaimed.

"Then do you have any other sons?"

The god of Huanxi's eyes glared and asked immediately.

"Other sons? What are you asking about this?"

Ling Yu was a little strange.

"Of course, I'm robbing my apprentice. If you still have a son, you're born with a divine body. This martial god will also rob me and be an apprentice."
To be continued...