"Haha, your logic is also weird.

That guy said that he was the God of Thunder without any evidence, and you admitted it.

And our Son of God of Light brought out the Tower of Babel as evidence, but you don’t believe it?

So, can I say that whatever you think is right is right, and whatever you think is wrong is wrong.

The so-called principles are all based on your own judgment, right?"

The leader of Suzaku sneered.

At this time, Ling Xiao said loudly: "Everyone, I, Ling Xiao, am standing here today.

Anyone who dares to force me to do something I don't like should stand up and try it as soon as possible.

I, Ling Xiao, don’t have much background, I just have many friends.

Ghost God Palace, Suzaku God Sect, Ancient Sword Demon Clan, Life Demon Clan, and Soul Clan.

And my grandfather Hong Qi.

I want to see if a shabby household with half of its life in ruins can compare!"

In this world, it all depends on strength and background.

As long as you have one of these, you don't have to be afraid of anyone.

Ling Xiao's strength may not be top-notch, but if you want to kill him, you really have to think carefully.

Everyone was a little silent.

It's really not worth it to offend the people behind Ling Xiao for a real person who doesn't have the power of a true god.

These people are all good at settling accounts, and they dare not act rashly.

"God of Thunder, I will destroy you sooner or later!"

Ling Xiao looked at the Heavenly Thunder God indifferently and said: "Don't think that your betrayal of the leader of the holy religion can be covered up.

I don't have the strength today, so these people probably won't believe me.

But one day, I will resurrect the leader.

Let’s see what else you have to say!”

Now that he has been offended, Ling Xiao is not afraid of making the relationship worse.

"Damn brat, I didn't expect that your background is so profound.

It seems like there is no way I can capture you today.

However, don't be complacent.

I hope you have someone by your side to protect you at all times!”

Seeing today's situation, the Lord Heavenly Thunder knew that there was nothing he could do to Ling Xiao.

His current strength is limited.

If you try to do it yourself, you will inevitably be attacked by the Qinglong Cult Leader and the Suzaku Cult Leader.

At that time, it will be extremely disadvantageous for him.

"Haha, I'll wait!"

Ling Xiao sneered, turned around and left.

Those strong men were afraid of Guishen Mansion and Hong Qi and did not pursue them.

But that doesn't mean those genius monsters can't do it.

According to Hong Qi's rules, any warrior under the advanced divine realm can attack Ling Xiao.

Even if he is killed, Hong Qi will not take revenge.

This gives them a chance.

Ling Xiao smiled contemptuously.

Now that he is practicing the four great magical arts, he is worried that no one can try them out, so they come in handy.

He broke through the air and left.

Directly left the Great Rift Valley.

A group of people followed, all coveting Ling Xiao's treasure.

Babel Tower, Thunder Mountain!

True god fossil!

These three things are what people see.

As for the giant sword and armor, no one else saw it, so they don't know.

But even these three items are enough for these monsters to give it a try.

Ling Xiao sneered in his heart, and came to an open place, far away from the strong men, and finally stopped.

"The people I'm afraid of are just those powerful people from the high-level gods.

Just because you dare to covet my things, it seems like you haven’t learned the lessons from the Great Rift Valley yet.”

He stopped suddenly and looked at the people behind him.

Those genius monsters also stopped one after another, but they all stared at Ling Xiao and did not give Ling Xiao a chance to arrange the formation.

In their opinion, the reason why Ling Xiao was able to kill many of their companions before was only because of the formation, not Ling Xiao's true ability.

"Hmph, Ling Xiao, those strong men are afraid of your backstage and dare not fight you, but we are not afraid."

The Drunken Swordsman snorted coldly and said, "As I said, be wise and hand over those treasures obediently.

Otherwise, don’t blame us for being ruthless!”

Ling Xiao said disdainfully: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you want a treasure, just come and get it.

If you can kill me and the things belong to you, I will have no objection.

The Ghost and God Palace will not cause any trouble for you."

Ling Xiao stood there like the unparalleled god of war.

At this moment, his figure seemed to merge into one with his senior brother, the leader of the Holy Sect of Light.

The leader of the Light fights against a hundred thousand gods alone.

That battle was truly thrilling.

Although it was sealed in the end, it also sealed the gods, making them extremely weak.

Even if he is freed, he can only hide and regain his strength.

"Brother, let us go out and help!"

Long Chen said in Ba Tian's small world.

"No, I can handle this battle alone. You just need to concentrate on studying the magical powers of the gods."

Ling Xiao shook his head.

He wants to fight this battle by himself.

To become stronger!

Now, he can only escape by relying on the reputation of Ghost God Palace and Hong Qi.

He was unwilling to do so.

Powers that are not his own.

He wants to kill the God of Thunder with his own strength.

And even though the Heavenly Thunder God is extremely weak, he still has the formidable strength of the Thirteen God Realms.

And he is only a ninth-level realm king.

Long Feiye stood among the crowd, feeling a little emotional.

Ling Xiao was too proud.

There are more than 100,000 geniuses present.

Among them are terrifying beings such as Long Aotian, Long Jingtian, Drunken Swordsman, and Jin Wuming.

Each of them is a leader of this era.

They are all top-notch experts in the high-level god realm.

How dare Ling Xiao, how dare he fight against so many geniuses with one person.

Just crazy.

When he was in the Great Rift Valley, Ling Xiao still had formations.
To be continued...