1424: C1424 Under the Chaos of the Spiritual Race

C1424 Under the Chaos of the Spiritual Race

In the past, the true body of Patriarch Lingmeng had left behind all sorts of legendary achievements, and all of them were viewed as pride by the disciples of the Spiritual Race.

Among the current Spiritual Race disciples, there were still many young disciples who were fans of Old Ancestor Ling Meng, and they worshipped him.

This time, when the Godly State opened, Old Ancestor Ling Meng was the only True God left behind by the Spiritual Race. This allowed Old Ancestor Ling Meng's status in the Spiritual Race to rise by another level, causing Old Ancestor Ling Meng's fans to increase once more.

In the past, Ling Chang had also worshipped Ancestor Ling Meng, the legend of the Spiritual Race. But now, the target of his worship had appeared as an enemy. Ling Chang also felt a little emotional.

. . .

"Traitor, if you stop now and hand over these blood red monsters, I can spare your life. " Spirit Dream Ancestor said in a deep voice.

"Hand them over? What a joke! This is a Blood Guard that Lord Blood Demon God bestowed upon me! You think you can control a mere Demigod clone? Dream on! " Ling Chang sneered, expressing his great disdain.

"Then go to hell!" The palm of a Demigod shook the heavens and the earth.

Even in the Spiritual Race dimension, it was a scene of destruction.

"A mere Demigod thinks he's invincible?" Ling Chang sneered and released the twelve-winged blood guards.

The twelve-winged blood guard was comparable to a Demigod. The twelve-winged blood guard opened its huge mouth and swallowed the energy that had gathered in the sky.

"Demigod!" The expression of the Old Ancestor changed slightly. He never thought that the monster he had brought would be a Demigod.

Where did this monster come from?

How could Old Ancestor Ling Meng know that this blood guard only needed to devour fresh blood to continuously increase its strength until it reached its limit?

This 12-winged blood guard was only able to advance after Ling Chang slaughtered the Zhongdu Institution.

Apart from this demigod blood guard, Ling Chang also had more demigod blood guards with him.

In order to cultivate the demigod blood guards, countless hidden forces were slaughtered by Ling Chang.

Even the ancient race that had declined had been destroyed by Ling Chang.

Old Ancestor Ling Meng's face was gloomy. The opponent that he thought could be easily dealt with had suddenly turned into a ferocious beast. This caused Old Ancestor Ling Meng to be at a loss for words.

At this moment, Ling Chang summoned another twelve-winged Blood Guard. The aura of a Demigod forced Ancestor Ling Meng to retreat.

The two demigod blood guards gave Old Ancestor Ling Meng a tremendous amount of pressure.

Old Ancestor Ling Meng had no choice but to interrupt some of the clan's preparations to wait for the Demigod to enter seclusion. The true bodies of these Demigods had all entered the Heavenly God Realm, and they no longer had any connection to their true bodies. These Demigods didn't have many years left to live.

They had lived for far too many years, and as Demigods, their lives hadn't improved at all. Without their true bodies, they would have died around 16,000 years ago, just like the Saint Realm Big Success.

By the time these Demigods arrived, Old Ancestor Ling Meng had already been forced into a sorry state by the two Demigod Blood Guards.

"Lingmeng!"

"Why is this monster so strong?"

"I've never heard of such a monster. "

Regardless of whether it was the shock of Ling Meng's situation, the fear of the power of the blood-colored monster, or the suspicion of the monster's origin, these demigods were decisive in their attacks.

The combined attacks of several Demigods caused the two Demigod Blood Guards to retreat, and one of the Demigod Blood Guards had a hole in its abdomen.

Ling Chang's expression was still calm. "Ancestor Ling Meng, is your True God body still not ready to appear?"

"It's just a demigod monster, it doesn't have the qualifications to make my True God appear. "

"Is that so? If that's the case. . . "

Ling Chang summoned another eight twelve-winged blood guards. Adding the previous two, the ten demigod blood guards gathered together. After the aura merged, it became even larger and soared into the sky.

A blood-red cloud layer appeared in the void, and the clouds rolled.

The powerful might caused Ancestor Ling Meng and the other demigods to retreat and defend against this pressure.

The ten twelve-winged Blood Guards gradually merged together.

"This aura. . . " Old Ancestor Ling Meng's expression changed. He had never felt such fear, fear, and suffocation before, even when he was facing the peak True Gods of the First Calamity.

The first one to appear in the void was a blood colored head. The head was rather illusory, clearly not real.

However, it was precisely because of this that Spirit Dream was even more shocked. If even a mere illusory figure was like this, then just how powerful was the true body?

What kind of fortune had Ling Chang obtained?

Ling Chang knelt on the ground. He said piously: "Blood slave Ling Chang greets Lord God King!"

The blood-red head's voice rang out. Several demigods covered their ears, and their heads felt extremely dizzy.

"Blood slave, why did you summon me?"

"My lord, this is the Spiritual Race. The people in front of me are all Demigods. Within the Spiritual Race. A True God expert in the Spiritual Race absorbed the blood essence of these experts. It will definitely be beneficial to Lord's recovery. "

Ling Chang said humbly.

"True God!" The blood-red head's eyes shot out endless brilliance. Immediately, a blood-red body began to condense below its head.

The blood red shadow was blurry, but it poured out even more terrifying auras.

Ancestor Ling Meng gritted his teeth. If he did not summon his main body now. . . He was afraid. . .

A aura that was far superior to a saint realm and a Demigod broke through the clouds and rushed out from the back of the Spiritual Race.

The aura landed not too far away from the blood shadow. It was the true body of Patriarch Lingmeng.

As the True God descended into the void, the space began to become unstable and collapse.

Looking from afar, Patriarch Lingmeng's true god body seemed to be in a collapsing space.

"Blood slave, leave this to me. I'll leave the rest of the Spirit Race to you. " The Blood Demon God King glanced at Ling Chang and said indifferently.

"Yes!" Ling Chang didn't dare to command the summoning of the Blood Demon God King's phantom. Immediately, he turned around and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"It's time for revenge, Ling Gan!" A cold look flashed across Ling Chang's eyes.

"Kekeke. . . Although it's a spiritual body, it can restore my divine soul after devouring it. Give me all of your bodies. " The blood shadow laughed crazily.

The battle between the Blood Demon God King phantom and the First Calamity True God was imminent.

. . .

"Ling Chang, are you going to destroy our race?" Ling Gan and a human figure were fighting. Ling Gan was in a sorry state, and he kept roaring furiously.

The human figure and Ling Gan collided with each other's palms, and a terrifying energy spread out.

If Han Feng was here, he would be surprised to find out that this figure was Ling Chang, the lackey of Ling Gan.1

But now, this lackey was suppressing Ling Gan.

Ling Gan's heart was filled with anger. It wasn't easy for the Cultivation base to recover to the Sixth Heavenly Layer, but now. . . After all, it could not compare to Ling Ya. The time that was delayed could never be recovered.

This was one thing, but Ling Gan couldn't accept the fact that his lackeys had climbed onto his head back then.

Ling Chang sneered. "Ling Gan, do you think I am the same Ling Chang as before? I am now serving Lord Blood Demon King, the blood slave of Lord Blood Demon. It is not something a lowly person like you can compare with. "

"In the past, you've been waving and drinking at me. Now, it's time to turn the tables. "

"With just you?" Ling Gan was so angry that he laughed.

"Divine Shadow Spirit Body!"

"Wan Zun, return to the sect and be destroyed!"

Using his own special spirit body, the Spiritual Dry Cultivation base expanded greatly.

"It looks like you still don't understand the difference between you and me. The current me is the blood slave of the Blood Demon God King. I far surpass you!"

As he spoke, Ling Chang's Cultivation base increased by leaps and bounds. Under Ling Gan's stunned gaze, he leapt to the peak of the third level of the consummate level.

Feeling the surging energy in his body, Ling Chang raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar. His voice rolled out. Before Ling Gan's attack could even get close to Ling Chang, he was the first to collapse.

"Die!" Ling Chang's palm grabbed towards the spiritual dried. No matter how much the spiritual dried struggled, it couldn't escape.

Ling Chang exerted force in his palm and crushed the spiritual dry like an ant.

. . .

Han Feng was dodging the battle between the blood red phantom and the True Gods in the void. The momentum was too great, and even a Demigod would be severely injured if they were not careful. It was very likely that they would die, not to mention a Minor Completion True God like him.

Han Feng was still searching for Lin Qingshan. If he found any weaker blood guards along the way, Han Feng would also try to save them.

"Little brother, are you talking about Senior Sister Qing Shan? I think I have seen them being chased by a monster at the consummate level. It is in that direction. " A middle-aged spirit body that Han Feng had saved pointed in a direction.

This middle-aged spirit body had obviously lived for a long time. It was not a problem to call Han Feng little brother. However, compared to Lin Qingshan who was younger, the middle-aged spirit body called himself little brother.

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