Number ten!


    The ranking list of 100 divine veins is naturally ranked according to the strength of divine veins.


    However, nothing is absolute.


    Just like Zhu Rong''s fire ancestral spirit vessel ranks higher than the water ancestral spirit vessel jointly worked by the water ancestral wizard, but at some times, water can overcome fire.


    Therefore, it is not necessarily that the spirit pulse ranked 80th will completely beat the spirit pulse ranked 90th.


    Naturally, the 80th spirit pulse will suppress the 80th spirit pulse.


    This is the fixed number of the divine pulse ranking list and the same principle.


    However, this principle does not apply to the top ten spiritual veins.


    Because in common sense, it is impossible for intelligent creatures to inherit these ten spiritual veins.


    No matter people, protoss, or other races.


    Power is too strong, on the one hand.


    More importantly, the demon gods such as wa Huang and Tao Te Tien Zun are so powerful that almost no one can get their approval.


    The divine pulse chooses the host, which also brings the will of the God of inheritance.


    The stronger the God of inheritance, the stronger the will.


    The more Shura thought, the more frightened he was.


    If anyone in the world is most likely to get Shura spirit pulse, it should be him.


    After all, his blood power comes from Styx ancestors.


    And he didn''t get it, but the woman got it.


    This shows that Styx ancestors recognized her more!


    But how is this possible?!


    Su Qingli accurately captured every expression on Shura''s face. She looked slightly, and the corners of her lips hooked up: "interesting, your spirit pulse seems to be out of the same door with me."


    This is the first time she has used her spiritual pulse thoroughly.


    She also knows that her spiritual pulse is the Shura spiritual pulse ranked 10th in the list of 100 divine pulses.


    There are also many disciples and descendants under the ancient ancestor of Styx, the God of inheritance.


    The spirit vein of Shura, the God of its inheritance, must be only a disciple or descendant of the Styx ancestor.


    This is really an unexpected harvest for Su Qingli.


    "Elder Shura, what are you doing there?" another elder couldn''t help shouting when he saw this scene. "Kill the reincarnation quickly, so that we can go back and recover our lives."


    "Li''er!" Fusu chased over, one side of his body, and came forward half a body position, which was also a gesture of protecting his wife.


    A minute passed quickly in his eyes. He suddenly smiled: "unexpectedly, Li''er is still a divine pulse, but it really makes me unworthy."


    Su Qingli drew from the corner of his mouth, "Why are you more immoral."


    At this time, I have leisure to say such words.


    Fortunately, it''s interesting to say that she learned from the little childe. It''s obviously he who is learning.


    "I''m serious." Fusu''s eyes were slightly frozen and the corners of his lips moved. "Every word was very serious."


    Shura still stopped there and didn''t move.


    An elder finally couldn''t see it anymore and grabbed it: "Shura!"


    Shura suddenly woke up, tightened his eyebrows and said coldly, "I don''t have to remind you. I know myself."


    "That''s good." the elder also knew that he was much worse than Shura. He could only nod and left again.


    Shura turned his head and looked at Su Qingli again.


    Just that look, completely different.


    It''s burning. It''s like... Looking at a lover.


    Su Qingli was seen inexplicably, but she was still vigilant.


    "Senior -" Fu Su narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "how many years old are you this year?"


    Hearing this, Shura not only didn''t get angry, but also replied, "it''s been more than 70000 years to Hongmeng palace."


    But he didn''t say his age.


    Then his eyes still stared at Su Qingli, motionless, and even Ling Yin forgot.


    "Su Su, is there something wrong with his brain?" Su Qingli whispered, "he always looks at what I do?"


    Fusu was motionless and just said, "maybe you were frightened by Li''er."


    Su Qingli: "


    And the other side——


    The situation of elder Sanxiao is not much better.


    She had already imprisoned Jun Mu Qian and threw him to Emperor Yao.


    But in the blink of an eye, not only did the person in her hand disappear, but she was also hurt.


    Somehow, there was a fire.


    When she came back, Emperor Yao had been controlled by the woman in purple.


    Elder Sanxiao was stunned: "Xiao Yao!"


    "Concubine?" the Golden Phoenix hairpin in Jun Mu Qian''s hand stood in front of Emperor Yao''s throat and smiled coldly, "believe it or not, I can''t harm a girl in your life."


    Emperor Yao''s face was ugly, and men''s self-esteem was strongly hit.


    He has felt the cultivation of Jun Mu Qian. At present, he has just entered level 9 Lingdi.


    And he is a sixth level Holy Spirit.


    Actually


    Emperor Yao didn''t know that the strength of Jun Mu Qian was not only superficial cultivation.


    Elder Sanxiao was surprised and angry: "let go of Xiaoyao!"


    "Let go?" Jun Mu raised his eyebrows and said, "just now, you didn''t want to let us go."


    Elder Sanxiao''s face sank: "what do you really want? Xiao Yao kind-hearted to keep you alive and want to take you as a concubine. You''re still so unkind?"


    "I don''t want to do anything," said Jun Mu Qian slightly. "My life must be less important than him. If you want to kill us, even if I die, I can pull him as a cushion -"


    Elder Sanxiao''s expression changed greatly and said sternly, "how dare you?!"


    Jun Muqian chuckled and said, "don''t have any doubt. Believe me, I can do it."


    With a wave of an empty hand, a baby appeared.


    His whole body was on fire. He was very cute.


    Jun Mu said: "little fire, play with the old man."


    "Shua -"


    In such a short moment, the situation that had been very favorable to Hongmeng palace was reversed.


    Shura did not move, and the elder Sanxiao was constrained, leaving only muying.


    Muying, Changliu, Ao lie... And other Yalong people are fighting against more than a dozen nine level peak Holy Spirits.


    Ao Yue was oppressed and puzzled: "brother, why should we help them?"


    Ao Bing didn''t answer, but said, "you can leave."


    Ao is wilting.


    "Oh, Ao Bing." Ao lie was also very surprised. He picked his eyebrows. "The sun came out in the west?"


    Ao Bing gave him a faint look: "I didn''t help you."


    Ao lie shrugged his shoulders, stopped talking and focused on the enemy.


    But after all, there is a great disparity in cultivation.


    One holy spirit can fight against a hundred holy emperors.


    Especially Mu Ying is under too much pressure.


    Some elders saw that Shura didn''t move, so they had to kill Ling Yin in person.


    Mu Ying has to defend and attack.


    But in a moment, he was covered with blood.


    "Ha ha, you have a good talent." an elder smiled faintly. "If you weren''t a hybrid, I''m afraid you''d have reached the Holy Spirit."


    "But that''s it."


    Mu Ying didn''t speak. He held the sword in his left hand and launched an attack again.


    There were at least ten ninth level Holy Spirits around him, wrapped from all directions, airtight, and there was no room to retreat.


    However, Mu Ying did not intend to return.


    His eyes were calm, his wrists were strong, his swordsmanship came out, and his sword Qi rose.


    "Buzzing!"


    It was in a short moment that stopped the pace of the ten nine level Holy Spirits.


    Even, one of the sharpest swords hurt an elder of Hongmeng palace.


    At this moment, the faces of the saints changed.


    They looked at the young man''s vigorous posture and blurted out: "imperial swordsmanship?!"


    For a moment, the elders stopped, and some horror and lingering fear appeared on their faces.


    Imperial swordsmanship... How could it be imperial swordsmanship!


    The man who knows imperial swordsmanship is dead!


    At this moment, through the shadow, they seemed to see another man from him——


    Many years ago, he also came with a sword to kill countless Hongmeng palace disciples!


    Similarly, this kind of sword technique is also used.


    This sword technique frightened Hongmeng palace and people.


    Finally, several supreme elders came out together to resist.


    They are people who have experienced things in those years and are deeply impressed by this fencing.


    But no one dared to recall.


    Because


    As soon as the emperor''s swordsmanship comes out, he will never die!


    Yes, one party is going to die!


    "That man..." an elder suddenly realized and shouted, "he seems to be with the traitor."


    As soon as the words came out, the eyes of the saints changed.


    Inherited Changyi''s blood power and mu chenbai''s talent


    You can''t keep this son!


    "Shua -"


    The elders were completely moved to kill Mu Ying. The spirit pulse was fully opened, and the spirit power soared. At the same time, they launched an attack.


    The pressure has increased again.


    Mu Ying''s look changed slightly, and the speed of wielding the sword became faster and faster.


    "Qiang!"


    "Qiang Qiang!"


    Every sword breath carries a lingering breath of death.


    If you hurt the vital part, you can never recover.


    Mu Ying is always breaking through his limits. If he is only a level 9 Holy Spirit, he can kill him, but


    "Poof -"


    Mu Ying suddenly took a step backward and vomited a mouthful of blood.


    Ling Yin''s expression changed and hurriedly helped him to resist the Holy Spirits in front of him.


    "This imperial swordsmanship is far worse than that of the man at that time." an elder smiled coldly, "it''s not imperial swordsmanship at all."


    "Yes, it''s too bad." another elder also said, "I thought it was great, but I''m just a child. Do you want to use real imperial swordsmanship? Hum!"


    Then he clapped his palm and hit again!


    "Ah Ling, stand back." Mu Ying reluctantly pressed down the fishy sweetness in her throat, "I''ll just come. You can''t do anything."


    Ling Yin was very anxious, but she had no ability to do it again.


    At this time, Mu Ying became the end of a powerful crossbow. Every time he waved a sword, he would spit out a mouthful of blood.


    His face became pale and his breath weakened.


    Just a little, there will be no interest.


    The sound of shock and anger came from both sides.


    "Xiaoying!"


    "Brother!"


    However, whether you admire shallow or long stream, you can''t get through it.


    Their enemies are much stronger than them.


    Jun Muqian also knows that she can''t kill Emperor Yao easily.


    She can run. What about the others?


    Emperor Yao also saw the scene. He suddenly said, "if you let me go, I''ll let them let my brother-in-law go. How about it?"


    In my heart, I sneered and died quickly.


    "Shut up." Jun Mu glanced at him lightly, and the Golden Phoenix hairpin in his hand pierced down without hesitation.


    The Emperor Yao uttered an extremely painful roar, and the green veins on his forehead jumped violently.


    "Bitch!" elder Sanxiao was very angry. "You really want to die."


    She was dazzled by anger and rushed up with a roar.


    And now——


    Ten ninth level holy spirits have forced Mu Ying to a desperate situation.


    Forcing and laughing.


    "Hahaha, this imperial swordsmanship is too weak."


    "A child is a child. Can''t you go home and have porridge?"


    "This kind of opponent is really boring."


    Mu Ying gasped violently: "ho..."


    He felt powerlessness for the first time.


    His legs were slightly bent. Obviously, he couldn''t stand steadily, but he still protected Ling Yin behind him.


    Mu Ying''s eyes trembled.


    He can''t even open the spiritual pulse now.


    Because even if you open the spiritual pulse, you can only pull the more than a dozen nine level spiritual saints in front of you to die together.


    But there are still two supreme masters. No one can rival them.


    When he died, he couldn''t protect ah Ling any more.


    Mu Ying clenched her fist tightly and looked blankly.


    At the end of the eye, the crystal is gathering rapidly, but it doesn''t drip.


    Father, I can''t compare with you after all.


    Mother, he can''t protect it.


    Ah Ling, he can''t protect it.


    What''s the use of him?


    No——


    He is a waste, a complete waste!


    Mu Ying''s head bowed, as if he had given up resistance.


    "Come on, let''s have a thorough result. The so-called successor of imperial swordsmanship." the leader of Lingsheng disdained it very much. "From now on, there will be no imperial swordsmanship."


    The other elders laughed and laughed contemptuously.


    The spirit power surged in and saw that it was about to take Mu Ying''s life——


    But just then!


    A stronger, sharper and more frightening sword spirit swept across the East China Sea from another direction and suddenly came out!


    "Qiang -!"