Seeing the Chaos Green Lotus swallowing Xing Tian’s soul bit by bit, Ling Zhi’s surprise rolled up layers like a wave.

Especially the obvious sense of prosperity of the Chaos Green Lotus proves that the soul of the ancestor saint is helpful to it.

But what is the concept of feeding the ancestor saint soul?

Just thinking about it, Ling Zhi felt dizzy.

The Chaos Green Lotus is rooted on his divine platform, and his soul is based on the divine platform. Therefore, the stronger the Chaos Green Lotus and the stronger the Chaos Green Lotus, the more nourished his soul will be.

However, Ling Zhi was also in a bad mood when he thought of hunting the ancestor saint and seizing the other party's soul to feed the Chaos Green Lotus.

"Forget it, the war between the upper and lower realms has begun, and then there are some ancestor saints that must be killed." Ling Zhi calmed down and focused on refining the source of all evil.

Losing Xing Tian’s soul, the source of all evil has reduced much less rejection and resistance to Ling Zhi.

It should be because of Lingzhi's devilish state that the source of all evil has a kind of innate suppression, so this is why.

Because Ling Zhi did not allow it and did not accept that the source of all evil was directly formed in his eyebrows, the source of all evil gradually dispersed and transformed.

They were integrated into Lingzhi's eyes respectively.

Ling Zhi's eyes suddenly sprinkled with blood red in the deep red. The two colors intertwined each other, making Ling Zhi's breath, temperament, and state look even colder.

There is a bold attitude of Mount Tai collapsed before but his face remained unchanged.

As such aura appeared on Ling Zhi, the last trace of luck in Sikongxiu's heart completely dissipated.

"Isn't Xing Tian's soul hiding from the source of all evil?" After he asked such a question, he stepped on his feet and shot towards the rear.

The overall situation has been decided, he has no hope, and escaping with Xing Tian’s body is his only choice now.

"The Nine Cauldrons lock on the mountain peaks, and the Heavenly Monument suppresses it." Ling Zhi said a few words lightly.

The Nine Tribes rose from the ground, and the entire Nine Tribes Peak was suddenly surrounded by clouds and mist. It was not clear that Sikong Xiu was also dragged down by the endless clouds and mists.

The Heavenly Dao Monument also flew out of Ling Zhi's body and headed straight for Sikongxiu.

"Is it?" Sikong Xiu knew the Heavenly Dao Monument. The fighting spirit that had already rushed in his eyes instantly disintegrated and he ran forward even further.

"Get back." The rule of power was working, and Ling Zhi punched Sikong Xiu in the air.

Feeling Ling Zhi's full-strength attack behind him, Sikong Xiu mobilized the power of Xing Tian's body and shot towards the back.

Unexpectedly, the power of the Ancestral Saint is another stimulation for the Heavenly Dao Monument.

The Heavenly Dao Monument took the initiative to expand and slashed it down.

Sikong Xiu's body shook and spit out a mouthful of blood. How could his head be compared with Xing Tian's body? Under this blow, it directly cracked from the middle of his eyebrows.

At the same time, Lingzhi's attack also came.

Ling Zhi's attack was very tricky, and he recognized that Sikong Xiu's head was a weakness, and almost most of his power was concentrated on his head.

Sikong Xiu's face was swept by a huge force. The feeling of pleasure and tragic look were not enough to be described in words.

The handsome face was beaten to the head, which was very miserable.

Behind the Nine Cauldrons block the retreat, in front of them, there is a Heavenly Dao Monument suppressing Xing Tian's body, and Ling Zhi was eyeing him. Sikongxiu finally realized that the situation today was gone.

In front of the junior Ling Zhi, he really didn't gain any advantage, but was always in the control of the other party and rhythm.

There was hatred, anger, unwillingness, and aggrievance in his heart.

Even, there was a trace of regret that I had never had before.

"Why? If you were in that position in the past, if you were to enter the Ancestral Saint Realm, as long as you truly open your heart and ask those Ancestral Saints, Huangdi and others, they will naturally teach you."

He keenly noticed Sikongxiu's thoughts, and Ling Zhi said, "In that situation, you have the possibility of stepping into the Ancestral Saint, how could your ancestors not help you? Why do you need to do that? Let yourself and the Sikong family become so dirty, resist the eternal infamy and never turn over."

"I." Sikong Xiu's eyes were extremely complicated. What Ling Zhi said did not echo in his mind in the years to come. Thinking of his current situation, he suddenly begged,

"Since this is the case, you might as well let me go. I will repent. When the upper realm attacks the lower realm in the future, I may have already stepped into the Ancestor Saint. At that time, I will fight to fight the enemy bravely. The power of the lower realm is already weak, and it will be much easier to have an Ancestor Saint like me."

Sikong Xiu's eyes became clear, with a longing for the future, and a feeling of giving up his head and sprinkling blood for the lower realm.

"I regret it now. Even I can't accept this regret. How can those who have been killed by you?"

However, facing his words, Ling Zhi's voice was extremely calm and calm.

"Besides, I don't believe it at all, you are sincere."

"Of course, it would be extremely useful if there was an extra ancestral saint in the lower realm, and I agree with this."

"But, what are you? Don't say that you can't become the ancestor saint, even if you can become the ancestor saint, who dares to believe you with a ghost or monster at both ends of the head and rat?"

"Are you thinking too naively about everything?" Ling Zhi sneered.

"You are just a dog that looks at the meat given by others and bites your master's owner."

Ling Zhi's words were full of disdain.

Sikong Xiu's face turned red as he said. The feeling of anger and humiliation stimulated his brain, making his head look like a red monkey.

"You forced me." Sikong Xiu yelled, and the sound was heard for a million miles. He suddenly opened his mouth and spit out something and flew straight to Ling Zhi.

This item is a large mouth with a sharp blade at the end.

Almost the moment it appeared, Ling Zhi determined that this must be a slightly broken ancestral weapon.

But Sikong Xiu's courage is much greater than what he thought.

Before life and death, Sikongxiu fought hard.

This ancestral weapon, which was just a little damaged, actually exploded after being thrown out by him.

This was actually a damaged ancestral weapon that was incorporated into Sikong Xiu's body and refined.

How powerful is the ancestral weapon self-destruction?

In an instant, the Nine Cauldrons were overturned, and the Heavenly Dao Monument automatically protected the master, rushed to Ling Zhi, blocking Ling Zhi behind him.

Even so, the Heavenly Dao Monument still blasted and pushed it backwards and hit Ling Zhi.
Chapter completed!