The most powerful villain in fighting

Chapter 202 Spirit Race Crisis, Directly Targeting Zhongzhou?
Gu Yuan caught Xiao Yan who was blown away and stabilized his body.

"What's going on? Are you fighting again? Didn't you ask you to reconcile?"

"Senior! Xun'er's state is very wrong now, I suspect that he was tampered with by Hun Tianchen!" Xiao Yan had no choice but to ask for help from the most powerful man on the mainland.

"Is this true?"

"Really! In her eyes, I saw the characteristics that only Hun Tianchen can have. Maybe Xun'er is controlled by Hun Tianchen!"

"Let me see." Gu Yuan immediately returned to Gu Xun'er with a serious expression.

"Xun'er, let me see your situation." Gu Yuan grabbed Gu Xun'er's hand and felt Gu Xun'er's state with his breath.

Gu Xun'er didn't resist at all, but looked at Gu Yuan and Xiao Yan with indifferent eyes.

"Nothing unusual." Gu Yuan let go of his hand and shook his head slightly.

"Even Senior Gu Yuan couldn't detect it?" Xiao Yan began to feel frustrated, he didn't know why, whenever he encountered something about Hun Tianchen, he would feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

It was as if he stepped on the mire, the more he struggled to get out, the more he sank, unable to recover.

Gu Xun'er withdrew her hand silently, without saying a word, completely ignored Gu Yuan and Xiao Yan, turned and left.

Gu Yuan smiled wryly, and followed her footsteps, apparently to comfort his daughter.

But Xiao Yan stayed where he was, not knowing what to do.

……

The spirit race, the spirit world.

Ling Yidao returned to the spirit world and came to the position of the patriarch.

Seeing that the seat belonging to the patriarch of the spirit clan was empty at this time, Ling Yidao sighed heavily.

Slowly, he recalled the scene three years ago.

At that time, when the patriarch of the Spirit Race, King Ling, learned that the team he sent out was almost wiped out by Hun Tianchen, he chose to retreat without hesitation.

"Brother, even if you want to attack the Seven Star Fighting Saint, you don't have to be in such a hurry, right?"

Faced with the problem of Ling Yidao at that time, Ling Wang's face was full of sadness.

"Brother, you know, our spirit race has always been the tail of the crane among the ancient races."

"Leaving aside the fact that the Lei, Yan, and Yao clans are far superior to ours, even if it is the Hun and Gu clans, a random team led by a Seven Star Fighting Saint is enough to wipe out our clan."

"Even though our Spirit Race has too many special means, the strength gap between the six-star Dou Sheng and the seven-star is too great."

"It's so big that no matter what means we use, we can't make up for this gap."

"You and my brother have lived for so long, and now we are only at the late stage of the Six-Star Fighting Saint. I am a little better than you. I am at the peak of the Six-Star Fighting Saint, and I am only one step away from becoming the Seven-Star Fighting Saint."

"But this step, no matter how many years it takes, there is no way to step on it so easily."

"So, do you understand my sense of crisis? Especially me, I am the patriarch of the Spirit Race, and I am responsible for the entire Spirit Race."

"Big brother..."

"Don't talk about it, brother, from now on, all the spirit clan will be handed over to you. Your elder brother and I... will never leave the level until we break through to the Seven Star Fighting Saint!"

Ling Yidao looked at the empty throne with reminiscing eyes.

Then he sighed heavily.

He and Ling Wang are biological brothers, both of them are geniuses among geniuses, otherwise they would not be able to lead the spirit clan.

The eldest brother, King Ling, was in the same era as the patriarch of the soul clan, Emperor Hun Tiandi.

Rather, the patriarchs of other races were all in the same era.

At that time, King Ling was called another Soul Emperor by others.

However, the Spirit King is not as good as the Huntian Emperor at all, because he has neither the talent of the Huntian Emperor, nor the cruelty of the Huntian Emperor, and his strategy is also much worse than the Huntian Emperor, too much.

He is not a hero.

"Brother, I can really understand now, the sense of crisis in your mouth."

Ling Yidao slowly sat down on the seat under the throne, gently stroking the blade of Ling Slaying.

At that meeting, he already felt a sense of crisis.

Hun Qianmo, Lei Nu, Huo Qianshan...

Although they are too elders in other races, they are not the top powerhouses in the clan after all.

And he, Ling Yidao, is a strong man in the late stage of the Six Star Fighting Saint.

But he is already the strongest fighting saint in the spirit race.

The so-called strongest, ran to other places, but turned into the tail of the crane, how could this prevent Ling Yidao from feeling the sense of persecution that was at stake?
Ling Yidao was immersed in memories. In this hall, a young man in a blue Taoist robe slowly walked in.

Perhaps hearing footsteps, Ling Yidao slowly raised his head.

"Spiritual cultivation?"

Lingxiu looked at the current acting patriarch, and quickly bent over.

"Elder."

"What's the matter?" Ling Yidao looked at the most outstanding genius of the Spirit Race with some doubts.

Speaking of which, after Lingxiu was chased and killed by Hun Tianchen and successfully escaped, a few years have passed, and he has harvested countless adventures. Now his cultivation base has greatly increased, and he has reached the initial cultivation base of the three-star Dou Sheng.

He wanted to avenge Ling Lao all the time.

It was revenge, and hatred for Hun Tianchen, that supported the motivation for his current actions.

"Elder Lingpo seems to have something important to discuss with you in detail, and he wants me to come and inform you."

"Okay, I'll go over later."

Lingxiu stepped back slowly, and saw Ling Yidao quickly heading for Ling Po's location.

Suddenly, a trace of black energy emerged from Lingxiu's handsome face, and the black energy occupied half of his face, forming an extremely evil half mask, completely covering Lingxiu's consciousness.

His demeanor slowly transformed into that of Hun Tianchen, with the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

"The Three Swords Saints of the Spirit Race, Lingyi Sword is the strongest, Lingpo is the middle stage of the Six-Star Fighting Saint, and Lingya is the early stage of the Six-Star Fighting Saint."

"Other spirit clan elders, there are four five-star battle saints, a dozen four-stars, and the rest are below three stars. The number does not exceed a hundred."

"Spirit King's strength is beyond the sky, and he is close to the Seven Star Fighting Saint, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Counting the guardian array, let the Void Swallowing Flame solve it."

"By the way, the explosive power of the dual spirit saber technique has to be counted, which can allow them to temporarily have the ability to fight across borders, but... you can't avoid the end of your clan being wiped out."

Lingxiu stared at the entire spiritual world with eyes overlooking the ants.

A wicked smile slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"You guys, remember to wait patiently for me, I will visit your spirit world soon."

……

boom--

A burst of thunder sounded.

Xiao Yan suddenly woke up from his sleep.

Just now, he had a dream.

In the dream, Hun Tianchen killed all the people, and those who killed were all wiped out.

That Hun Tianchen, who was dressed in white and held a blood blade, killed them all with one blow after another.

But in the end, the sinister smile that belonged to Hun Tianchen, which was always in Xiao Yan's mind, could not be lingered.

He swallowed with some difficulty.

"It's okay, it's just a dream..."

"Let's start today's tempering first." Xiao Yan put on his clothes and walked out of the room, but saw six stars flashing across the sky.

He suddenly looked up, and the sense of pressure belonging to the Dou Sheng continued to hit, causing Xiao Yan to collapse to the ground in an instant.

Staring blankly at the direction of the meteor in the sky, it was in the direction of Zhongzhou, which was shrouded in a sea of ​​blood!

"what's going on?"

(End of this chapter)