Sword Venerable Ling Tian

They looked in the direction that Ling Tian disappeared in and the river that was covered in ice. Cold wind blew in from the river, bringing about a sense of desolation.    

More and more Human Warrior gathered by the river, and in the end, there were even ten million of them, and the number also increased.    

The Heavenly Demon's shadow just now was linked to the Southern Tang, and everyone could see it.    

They all knew that Southern Tang's life and death situation seemed to have arrived.    

Thus, at this moment, those closest to the weak river all arrived at the side of the weak river.    

"General, what should we do? really want to let Ling Tian face the entire Specail Demon race alone? "    

Behind Li Qingcheng and the rest, the Martial Cultivator s' faces were filled with shame and anger.    

They could have won.    

Could it be that he had stopped moving yet again?    

"No, of course we can't let Ling Tian fight alone.    

Li Qingcheng shook his head. Behind him, Mystic Nine walked up and tightly held onto Li Qingcheng's hand.    

At this moment, Specail Demon race's angry howls and painful wails came out from the other side of weak river. Ling Tian was already killing them.    

"Everyone in the army, listen up, Human Race Ling Tian is heading to Tianjue Mountain alone. Although we cannot go together with him, it is our duty to clear away all the demons in the Zhong State!"    

"Attack with all your might, and kill all the Specail Demon race s!"    

Following Li Qingcheng's loud shout, the densely packed and limitless Human Warrior began to cross the weak river.    

Zhong State.    

The unaccompanied Ling Tian who had charged in was discovered by the Specail Demon race and the Demonized Martial Cultivator at the first possible moment.    

Seeing Ling Tian appear, they rushed towards him like madmen.    

However, whether it was a strange demon or a devil Human Race, both of them were simply not Ling Tian's match.    

Ling Tian still had not used his Weapon. Wherever he went, just a single punch would create a trail of blood.    

No one dared to stop him anymore.    

Behind him, ten thousand miles of the road of blood was filled with the corpses of Specail Demon race and Demonified Human Race.    

They, who were not afraid of death, were afraid of being killed after all.    

Outside the Tianjue Mountain.    

Ling Tian stood up straight with his spear, and in front of him, a handsome Human Race dressed in four clawed dragon robes slowly appeared.    

Although his body was enveloped by a demonic aura, his aura was tyrannical to the extent that it was comparable to the Martial King, and extremely tyrannical.    

"Ling Tian, you are just a Yuan Shen Stage, even if you are comparable to a Martial King, but if you want to enter the Tianjue Mountain, that will depend on the consent of my Third Prince."    

The dragon-robed man raised his eyes. It was actually the third son of the emperor who had been to the Jincheng before.    

He didn't expect that this prince who had just awoken would also be demonized and turned into a claw of the Sky Demons.    

However, Ling Tian remained expressionless facing the Third Prince in front of him. His white hair fluttered in the wind and his pair of scarlet eyes were filled with a violent killing intent.    

"Ling Tian, are you looking down on me by not saying anything?"    

Third Prince was furious, when had he ever been ignored like this?    

"I am a prince, with a top-notch Martial Soul, I cultivate in the Office of the Crown Prince. Now that I have condensed my primordial spirit and obtained the power of the Sky Devil, you have no need to go to the Sky Demon Mountain to look for Lord Sky Devil."    

"Because of me, I can be exterminated ?"    

However, before the Third Prince finished speaking, Ling Tian directly threw out a punch.    

Under the control of his killing intent, every time Ling Tian attacked, it would become extremely ruthless.    

When the fist was thrown out, the bright glazed light immediately turned blood-red and condensed into a huge fist, instantly enveloping Third Prince within it.    

"Hmm?!"    

Third Prince was shocked, he did not expect Ling Tian to make a move so suddenly, to not even bother to greet him, but the punch was too fast, he did not have time to react, and he welcomed it with his own punch.    

Boom! *    

However, the blood-red light exploded high up in the sky, and in a few breaths' time, it completely vanished.    

After the smoke dissipated, Ling Tian's domineering figure appeared in the sky, but there was nothing else.    

Under Ling Tian's punch, the Third Prince didn't even have the chance to persevere for a single breath before he was directly smashed into pieces by the Air, dying without a complete corpse.    

Ling Tian remained silent and continued walking forward while carrying the Weapon.    

A thousand miles into the Tianjue Mountain, Ling Tian met yet another person who obstructed his way.    

This person looked to be in his late twenties.    

He was also wearing a four clawed dragon robe and his face was noble, but his eyes had already become pitch-black.    

Obviously, he was being controlled by the Heavenly Demon.    

The instant this figure appeared, she directly unleashed the ninth grade Wandering Dragon Martial Soul, which soared into the sky. The tyrannical Martial Soul supported the existence of intermediate primordial spirit to begin with, causing her aura to become extremely terrifying in an instant.    

"I am a Second Prince. Ling Tian, don't try to take another step forward."    

"I know you can kill Ol 'Three with a wave of your hand, but he's not me!"    

"Don't even think about it ?"    

Although this Third Prince really wanted to protect his dignity in front of Ling Tian, Ling Tian didn't treat him with any kind of special treatment.    

However, this time, the blood-red fist shadow turned into a sinister divine dragon and directly swallowed the Second Prince along with the Martial Soul.    

It was only until Ling Tian disappeared from the mountain range that the pieces of Second Prince's corpse fell from the sky.    

The strongest prince of the Southern Tang, the number one Martial Cultivator of the Office of the Crown Prince, who was considered to be the prince who had the most hope of breaking through to Martial King in the next three hundred years, was killed by Ling Tian just like that.    

Even though he had already unleashed the powerful Martial Soul.    

However, when Ling Tian was almost at the level of the Martial King, he still couldn't withstand a single blow.    

They went deep into the eighth peak of Tianjue Mountain.    

The ancient well could already be vaguely seen.    

However, Ling Tian was still stopped by a figure.    

As for this figure, Ling Tian was extremely familiar with it.    

"Hehe, Ling Tian, I never thought that you, who was once nothing but an ant in my eyes, would appear in front of me today."    

That figure was dressed in golden five clawed dragon robes, and from afar, he looked like a Human Race.    

Moreover, the aura emitting from his body also far exceeded that of the experts of the Yuan Shen Stage.    

This man was the Prince Rong!    

Compared to the two princes from before, the combat power of the Prince Rong was evidently extremely tyrannical.    

Currently, with the help of the Heavenly Demon, he had already entered the realm of Soul Formation. It was just that he had yet to overcome the calamity of Emperor and become a true Martial King.    

In this place, the Prince Rong's combat power, even compared to Tuoba Yongye, would not yield much.    

Facing such a powerful and prosperous Ling Tian, although Prince Rong was jealous in his heart, he was not afraid at all.    

From his point of view, the Sky Demon thought too highly of Ling Tian.    

He himself could definitely take Ling Tian down.    

However, even in the face of such an overbearing Prince Rong, Ling Tian remained unmoved. His gaze stared straight into the distance.    

In his eyes, there was only the absolute well that was right in front of his eyes, nothing else.