Chapter 850

The wordless heavenly book is shining brightly, floating in the sea of knowledge in the sky, emitting an ancient and mysterious Qi machine. The chains of order gods come from the sky and turn into an intertwined network, which directly binds the Xuantian God.

Boom!

Xuantian God struggled violently, his whole body was glowing, emitting a towering divine light, but there was no way to break free from the bondage of wordless heavenly books.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it! The wordless heavenly book was destroyed millions of years ago. How could it be in your hand? Who are you?"

Xuantian God roared wildly and violent waves swept across the four directions. If there were no wordless heavenly book to imprison his yuan God, I'm afraid that terrible sound wave would directly turn Lingxiao's knowledge of the sea into powder.

The wordless heavenly script is the supreme treasure of the Red Dragon God of war. Xuantian naturally knows it very well, and he also knows that the wordless heavenly script has been completely destroyed in the war millions of years ago. Up to now, it has appeared in Lingxiao's hands. How can he not be shocked?

"How dare you know the wordless heavenly book? It seems that you are a character millions of years ago. Don't struggle. Even if your spirit is not destroyed, you can't escape the bondage of the wordless heavenly book!"

Lingxiao said faintly, showing a sharp color in his eyes.

Boom!

He tried his best to urge the wordless heavenly script and dared not relax. No matter whether Xuantian God was a disciple of the Red Dragon God of war or not, it was indeed a real God. Its divine power was vast and unmatched. If the wordless heavenly script did not exist, I'm afraid Lingxiao might have been lost by him.

A chain of order gods came from across, emitting an extremely terrible Qi opportunity. The power of the laws of Taoism was diffuse, and intertwined into a terrible net around the Xuantian God.

Moreover, the wordless heavenly book was also extremely excited, constantly trembling, and began to absorb the power of Xuantian God.

The terrible power of swallowing heaven is even more powerful than Lingxiao's Secret Art of swallowing heaven. The extremely terrible Xuantian God has no power of struggle.

"Lingxiao, let me go! I promise not to take you away and recognize you as the Lord. As long as you let me go, everything in the war temple is yours, and you are the new Lord of the war temple!" Xuantian God felt that his strength was being extracted by the wordless heavenly book. Suddenly, his face showed an extremely frightened look and hurriedly begged for mercy.

Trapped here for millions of years, even the Xuantian God was extremely powerful, but now it has been weakened too much, and it is impossible to compete with the power of wordless Tianshu.

Moreover, Xuantian God knows the horror of wordless Tianshu. Millions of years ago, countless heavenly demons and gods died in the hands of wordless Tianshu. What's his body of yuan God?

"It's late!"

Lingxiao said faintly, looking at the center mang unparalleled, without any relaxation, trying his best to urge wordless Tianshu.

Facing an old monster like Xuantian God, Lingxiao knew he couldn't give him any chance at all.

What's more, Xuantian God is still a disciple of the red dragon war god. Maybe he has the means to urge the wordless heavenly script. Lingxiao must kill him at one fell swoop.

This is the feat of the God of slaughter. If people in the God of war knew it, they would be shocked and their eyes would fall out.

That's a God. Terror is boundless. It sweeps the world and suppresses everything!

But now, when Lingxiao urged the wordless heavenly book, it was suppressed and refined.

"Lingxiao, if you dare to kill me, the God of war will not let you go! The whole hall of the God of war will not let you go, and you will die without a burial place!" Xuantian God roared and threatened Lingxiao.

"God of war? Are you talking about the Red Dragon God of war? Unfortunately, he fell millions of years ago. As for the God of war hall? Needless to say, I won't let them go!"

Lingxiao sneered and continued to refine Xuantian God.

"Lingxiao, you can't die easily. Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

Xuantian God's whole body was shining, as if he wanted to burn the yuan God to explode, but he was suppressed by the wordless heavenly book in an instant.

"Be a ghost? I can't make you a ghost!"

Lingxiao sneered and sat in the void in an instant. His whole body was radiant. The wordless heavenly book completely suppressed the Xuantian God, and then began to refine the power of the Xuantian God.

Boom!

Lingxiao's whole body was radiant, and the swallowing King tripod emerged behind him, like a blazing vortex, began to devour the endless chaotic mist and extract the energy of the heavens to refine the Xuantian God.

Even though the power of Xuantian God does not exist today, he is also a strong God. He is struggling violently in the wordless heavenly book and is unwilling to be captured.

Lingxiao could feel the boundless power. If it weren't for the suppression of wordless Tianshu, he would be lost by Xuantian God in an instant.

But now, Xuantian God has become the fish on the chopping board and is slaughtered by Lingxiao.

The pure and incomparable power of the yuan God was refined by the wordless heavenly book. Although most of them were swallowed up by the wordless heavenly book, there was still a trace of integration into the yuan God of Lingxiao.

Lingxiao's yuan God had already reached a limit, but after swallowing the power of Xuantian God, it began to soar again.

Lingxiao's whole body is bright and crystal. The whole person's breath is becoming stronger and stronger, and is changing towards a mysterious state.

On the altar of the Ninth Heaven, the original descendant of the temple of the God of war, the son of Buddha kayah, is struggling to go towards the road to heaven.

But at the moment, a fiery glow filled the air, and unparalleled divine power came in the air, sending the six of them out of the Ninth level in an instant.

"No!!!"

The descendant of the war Temple seemed to think of something. Suddenly his face changed greatly, his eyes showed an incredible look, and began to roar.

He understands that this means that Lingxiao has been inherited by the Red Dragon God of war, while others have been eliminated.

Boom!

The heaven and earth trembled. The descendants of the war temple, Buddha Kaya, Emperor Qing, Zhu Biao, Qingyun and Zhao Ritian were all swept out of the temple of years and appeared on the square outside.

"Who is the chosen son? It must be the son of God in the God of war hall!"

"That's needless to say. Lord Shenzi's sweeping invincible is peerless Tianjiao. Other people can't be his opponent!"

When they saw the descendants of the God of war hall appear, they immediately began to cheer, like Duan Wuji and Murong Xuantian.

"No, my cousin didn't come out? Does this mean that my cousin has been inherited?" Long Aotian glanced at the crowd, and suddenly there was a look of incomparable surprise in his eyes.

"That's right! It seems that six of them have been eliminated! Lingxiao is the last one!" A trace of essence appeared in the eyes of the unscrupulous Taoist and said slowly.