Abandoning my son, I turned around and established the Supreme Immortal Dynasty!

A total of more than thirty saint-level forces surrendered to the Great Xia Holy Dynasty.

Of course.

The so-called surrender of these forces is nothing more than words on the surface.

Countless forces are also afraid of his strength of the Great Xia Holy Dynasty, so they have no choice but to do so now.

If given the chance, he would definitely betray him decisively.

Xiao Ling is not a fool either.

I will not allow such a thing to happen.

"At this moment, those who come to our Great Xia Holy Palace are also the masters of various forces."

"Now that you have chosen to submit to my Great Xia Holy Dynasty, I will hand over the fate of your respective forces."

Give up your luck!

This destiny is the foundation of a power.

If all this luck is given to Xiao He, then these saint-level forces will only have a name, and the rest will have no effect at all.

To put it harshly, he would really become a puppet of the Great Xia Holy Dynasty, and his life and death would be severely restricted by the other party.

"No!!!"

"Xia Emperor, since we have already agreed to submit to you, Daxia, we will not go back on it. If this even deprives us of our power and luck, is that too much?"

"Even if we surrender, we are still a saint-level force. Should Emperor Xia give us certain courtesy?"

"If you hand over your power and luck, what's the difference between us and slaves?"

"Don't even think about it, it's absolutely impossible to hand over your luck!"

The powerful master said in a deep voice.

Luck is the foundation of a power.

What's more, they are all saint-level forces. Once they lose the blessing of luck, the result can be imagined.

"It's not up to you whether to hand over or not!"

Xiao Ling disagreed.

The fate of all the major forces must be controlled in the end, otherwise it cannot be considered a true surrender.

If luck is always controlled by major forces, then there is no telling when the other party will suddenly rebel.

What he wants is to press it to the end so that there is no room for him to turn around. The only option is to honestly submit to his Daxia.

His eyes scanned the scene.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Voices fell one after another.

There were several figures present that exploded into blood mist, and they didn't even have the slightest cry.

Without exception.

These people who were destroyed were all the ones who clamored for the most joy before.

Since they want to seek death, he will naturally not be polite.

Seeing someone die, the originally noisy scene became quiet again.

Emperor Xia was obviously playing it real.

If they want to die, then just shout.

"Sect Master Zhou, your Honglong Holy Sect has a high status among the four major domains."

"Let's start with you."

Xiao Ling once again chose the Honglong Holy Sect as his target.

When Zhou Yangling heard this, his expression remained calm.

However, my heart was full of bitterness and helplessness.

Did something go wrong?

Me again?

Emperor Xia obviously used him as a sword.

The previous choice is a matter of luck now, all of which are to let him make the first choice.

He is the majestic leader of the Honglong Holy Sect, a powerful being at the ninth level of the Celestial Realm, and has a great reputation in the past.

But nowadays, it is simply a one-shot existence.

What kind of existence is the Holy Sect's luck?

It is the foundation of his Honglong Holy Sect. It is precisely because of such majestic luck that his Honglong Holy Sect can prosper forever.

"Xia Emperor, this..."

Zhou Yangling did not dare to refuse directly.

The strength of the Great Xia Holy Dynasty was too strong for him to figure out.

If you refuse decisively, what awaits you may be ruthless suppression by the other party.

Xiao Ling shook his head: "I only want you to hand over your power and luck, and there is no need to say anything else."

Xiao Ling said directly.

Invisibly, a force began to threaten Zhou Yangling.

This is the last chance.

It all depends on how the other party chooses.

"it is good!"

"I hand over my power and luck!"

moment.

This week Yang Ling waved his big hand, and a void of power quickly gathered.

Soon, a spirit dragon one foot in size gathered.

Zhou Yangling's eyes were full of reluctance.

Xiao Ling took a decisive action and pulled the spirit dragon into his hand with one palm.

When the spirit dragon sensed the strange aura approaching, he was ready to withdraw and resist.

Unfortunately.

Suppressed by Xiao Ling's tyrannical power, the spirit dragon did not make much resistance at all, and was completely suppressed and unable to move.

Sensing the power contained in the spirit dragon, Xiao Ling looked at where Zhou Yangling was.

Seeing this, the latter pondered for a moment and said: "Part of this Holy Sect's fate is with me, and part of it is manifested in the Holy Mountain of the Holy Sect."

After hearing the other party's explanation, Xiao Ling didn't say anything more.

Zhou Yangling thought in his mind.

The power of luck in his hands is only one-third of the entire Honglong Holy Sect.

The remaining two-thirds all exist in the Holy Sect.

The Honglong Holy Sect has an ancestor from the Golden Immortal Realm sitting in charge.

If Daxia really wants it, just go and fight for it.

If the opponent is even protected by his ancestor from the Golden Fairy Realm of the Honglong Holy Sect, he will be able to seize the remaining two-thirds of the Holy Sect's luck.

There's nothing to say about that. Even the existence of the Golden Fairyland can't stop it, so what can he resist?

on the contrary.

The Honglong Holy Sect will eventually retain a certain amount of power and luck, and it is not impossible to take action to regain the lost luck of the Holy Sect.

After dealing with Zhou Yangling here.

Xiao Ling's eyes turned to the other powerful forces.

With Zhou Yangling being the first to express his position, no one present dared to hesitate too much.

The masters of these forces took action one after another and handed over all the power of destiny they belonged to.

However, there are also some mischievous ideas, like Zhou Yangling's excuse for a lack of luck in order to buy himself as much time as possible.

However, Xiao Ling can certainly tell what the saint-level luck is.

Anyone who wants to get away with it will have to abandon the interrogation and find out.

......

[Congratulations to the host, you successfully conquered Lingjun Pavilion and gained +1 summoning chance! 】

[Congratulations to the host, you successfully surrendered the Haoyuan Holy Dynasty and gained +1 summoning chance! 】

[Congratulations to the host, you successfully conquered the Lotus Cloud Holy Land and gained +1 summoning chance! 】

【...】

In this short period of time, countless system prompts sounded in Xiao Ling's mind.

"I almost ignored this!"

Xiao Ling was overjoyed.

Nowadays, the fate of countless saint-level forces in the two major domains of the East and West is controlled by himself.

The system naturally regards these forces that control destiny as surrender.

I also got a lot of summoning opportunities from it.

A quick glance.

In such a short period of time, he already had twenty-three summoning opportunities in his hands.