Wild beast war god

As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Jing fired a fierce shot, causing the Golden Soul Palace to tremble wildly.

But that's it, nothing has changed.

Sikong Jing took a deep breath, exchanged his gun for a sword in vain, and circulated his whole body's true energy. Then he added the beast skill Cold Snake and the Long Night Black Burning Sword that surpassed the heavenly level...boom, boom, boom!

A sword slashed at the gate of the Golden Soul Palace, making a heavy sound.

Wow wow...

The three masters of the organization who were about to attack him all vomited blood and were shocked to the point where their internal organs were displaced.

They couldn't get even close to Sikong Jing.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing sheathed his sword again and said to the Golden Soul Palace: "Yan Tianmo, please wait patiently. I will come back tomorrow."

After speaking, he turned around with his sword in hand, faced the 300,000 people from the three major organizations, and strode forward without anyone daring to stop them.

In this way, Sikong Jing left the palace in a swaggering manner.

Around him, there were still three major organization masters holding weapons in their hands and shaking him, but still no one dared to step forward, and even the feet of the person walking at the front were still trembling.

The streets were already deserted by the people of the imperial city. Everyone had hid at home when they saw this terrifying formation.

At this time, Sikong Jing came to an inn. After opening the door, he saw the people inside shivering, with fear on their faces.

Sikong Jing came to the counter: "Shopkeeper, stay in the store."

"Come on, live wherever you want." The shopkeeper stuck his head out from under the counter and said tremblingly.

Throwing down two gold crystal coins, Sikong Jing went directly to the room upstairs and closed the door with a bang.

When the people in the inn saw this, they all rushed out of the door, screaming ghostly. Now Sikong Jing was like a terrifying demon from the Great Shang Dynasty...

At the same time, the entire inn was also surrounded by three major organizations including the royal guards.

In this regard, Sikong Jing still ignored everything and said secretly: "The Golden Soul Palace is indeed a treasure that surpasses the heavenly level. I can't blow it open with my current strength, but it is not unshakable."

"I still need to improve a few more small realms."

Having said this, Sikong Jing used his consciousness to communicate with the Heavenly Hell of Beasts between his eyebrows, and then entered it.

Looking at the boundless dark land, Sikong Jing asked: "Seniors, I wonder if you can let me observe you again?"

Boom...

Monster beasts appeared on the ground with chains, and the turtle replied: "You can watch it if you want, but don't force it. If you feel tired, you must stop as soon as possible, otherwise it will be a big disadvantage for you."

Sikong Jing understood this.

The beasts in the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison are too terrifying, and since he is still in a weak state, looking at them for a long time will easily lead to confusion.

Just like the last time in the warehouse of Luoshui Jade Shop, he almost lost himself in just half an hour. Later, when Luo Ning told him that it had killed everyone in Leiying Trading Company, Sikong Jing found it incredible.

At that time, he was really unconscious.

Taking a deep breath, Sikong Jing stopped thinking and immediately entered the state of observing the beasts.

The beast's heart was not awakened at first, but now it is the state of its awakening.

The beasts in his eyes also became different and clearer, especially the faint aura and rhythmic breathing on their bodies, which Sikong Jing could clearly sense.

But to see through the way their demon power operates like the Blue Cold Snake, he obviously can't do it for the time being.

……

Outside, the deputy commanders of Jinmen, Shadowmen and the royal guards gathered together.

"Sikong Jing has entered the state of cultivation. He is probably preparing to improve his level again and prepare to blast open the gate of the Golden Soul Palace tomorrow."

"What should I do? Do you want to go in now and interrupt his practice?"

The previous words were spoken by the deputy commander of the Shadow Clan.

Why are they all deputy commanders?

Because the orthodox leader either died outside the Golden Soul Palace, or had already taken refuge inside the Golden Soul Palace.

Now, the team can only be led by the deputy commanders...

The deputy commander of the royal guards replied: "I am sending someone to contact His Majesty in the Golden Soul Palace, waiting for orders?"

In this way, everyone waited quietly until an order came: "Your Majesty has ordered that no matter what method is used, Sikong Jing's cultivation must be interfered with, even if all the people from the three major organizations die."

Suddenly, the three deputy commanders looked at each other.

They knew that His Majesty was going to drag the Shen Kong Ship away. By then, as long as Sikong Jing could not blast away the Golden Soul Palace, they would be saved.

Therefore, Sikong Jing must not be allowed to have any chance of promotion.

"Listen to the order and all the people will rush forward!"

The deputy commander of the Royal Guards pondered and then issued an order, saying at the same time: "The three of us, go and restrain the Flying Blood Winged Horse."

After saying that, the three deputy commanders charged towards the flying blood-colored winged horse on the roof of the inn.

Then tens of thousands of people rushed towards the room where Sikong Jing was sitting. They were huge and terrifying in their momentum.

"You want to interrupt my practice?" Sikong Jingruo, who was observing the beasts, sneered secretly and his consciousness immediately exited the heavenly prison of beasts, and then slowly opened his eyes.

The next moment... roar!

A ferocious beast-like roar erupted from Sikong Jing's mouth, carrying a hint of the aura of the Black Prison Sky-devouring Tiger he was observing just now.

The terrifying aura of the ferocious beast was like a circular wave, violently rolling around.

At this moment, all the ten thousand people who rushed up stopped, and then wah wah wah... spit out mouthfuls of blood, and hot blood also came out from the other six holes. All ten thousand people fell to the ground, and then they all died.

The people around were stunned, staring around the inn in disbelief.

Then they retreated unconsciously, and then retreated again.

At the same time, the three deputy commanders who were besieging the Flying Blood Winged Horse also covered their chests. They were also shocked by Sikong Jing's roar and almost suffocated at that moment.

And their opponents were flying blooded and beautiful winged horses in the wild martial realm. They didn't dare to stop for a moment, so they had to fall to the ground and run away.

After landing, they also saw a scene of thousands of people dying outside the inn.

The hearts of the three of them suddenly felt cold.

"Sikong Jing's roar shocked ten thousand people to death. These are all extraordinary masters!"

The deputy commander of Jinmen was trembling and his voice was hoarse.

"What should I do? Do you want to continue?" The deputy commander of the shadow gate looked at the leading deputy commander of the royal guards and swallowed his saliva.

The latter was also at a loss and was immediately shocked to death. No matter how many people there were, Sikong Jing wouldn't be able to kill him.

"Please ask your Majesty again." In the end, that was all he could say.

However, the answer he got was naturally to use arrows and fire to flood the flood at all costs, no matter what method he used.

At dawn, the inn was burned down, but many people died around the inn.

They were all beaten to death.

As if the matter had nothing to do with him, Sikong Jing still sat cross-legged in the charred inn, practicing motionlessly.

Another day passed in the blink of an eye, and not many more people died, because they found that it had no effect at all. Sikong Jing could kill people with just a roar, and there was no way to get close.

But what to do? If this continues, Sikong Jing will be released from seclusion.

"Three commanders, Ye Changlian would like to see Your Majesty."

Just when everyone was racking their brains and couldn't come up with a solution, a beautiful voice sounded.

It was Ye Changlian, the number one singer in the imperial city.