There was a riot in the entire sea of ​​blood, and even Zhong Yi, who was waiting on the island, noticed it and frowned.

The islands were all activated and produced a slight vibration.

And all of this is implicated by the crown deep in the sea of ​​blood.

At this time, Jiang Ling held the crown in his hand and was resisted by the crown, with a ray of willpower remaining inside.

It should be the will left by the bones on this throne, and it is also the master of the crown.

Wang Crown is at least an immortal-grade spiritual weapon. At this level, the spiritual weapon has produced spiritual energy. In addition, it has existed for a long time, and it actually roared at Jiangling in the midst of resistance.

snort.

Jiangling's aura burst out, his eyes were majestic: I have been dead for many years, and I want to scare me with just a wisp of residual will?

He glared suddenly, and his strong will suppressed it, easily crushing the remaining will in the crown.

In an instant, white skeletons sitting upright on the throne were scattered all over the ground.

The human-shaped monster below did not dare to come up. The human-shaped wisdom flashed in his blood-red eyes. He stared at the crown in Jiangling's hand and lowered his head to Jiangling in fear.

Jiangling glanced at the monsters. It was probably the guards of Bai Gu during his lifetime. Judging from the situation in the hall, it was prosperous a long time ago, but something happened later.

He fiddled with the crown a few times, but found nothing special. He stuffed it into his pocket and turned around near the hall while swallowing the sea of ​​blood.

It’s a bit strange. This is not the bottom of the sea of ​​blood, but this broken hall can float smoothly, which is very abnormal.

Because the nearby sea of ​​blood is very violent, riots often occur, and there are even water tornadoes in many places.

No matter how riots are, the hall is still as stable as a mountain.

Curiously, Jiangling left the hall and sank into the depths of the sea of ​​blood along the edge of the hall.

It seems that something is holding the hall.

Jiang Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, left the hall for a distance, looked over from a distance, and finally saw the whole picture.

There is indeed something that supports the hall!

It is a huge corpse! As big as a mountain!

No, to be precise, it is not the corpse that holds the hall, but the hall is located on the corpse and only occupy a small part of the corpse.

Jiangling's eyelids twitched in shock. Under the sea of ​​blood, there was a different world, full of mystery.

He felt that even this corpse was the tip of the iceberg of the sea of ​​blood.

It is said that ten thousand years ago, there were warriors everywhere, and children could practice martial arts as soon as they were born. At that time, there were various practices and many mutated races.

This corpse may have become so big after practicing the body refining technique, or it may be an alien.

Just as Jiang Ling looked carefully, he keenly caught a trace of life from the body and felt a sudden terror.

Isn't this a corpse? Maybe it's just sleeping in the sea of ​​blood? It's still alive.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ling tried to attack it with his sword energy, but it did not react at all, which made him feel a little relieved.

However, the sword energy did not leave any trace on it, and this body was too powerful!

Buzz.

At this moment, Jiangling's Nascent Soul suddenly burst out with a dazzling light.

It's about to break through!

Jiangling quickly retracted his mind and focused on breakthroughs.

The sea of ​​blood was instilled into the body, wandering around the body, and then gathering into the Nascent Soul.

In just a few minutes, with a light sound, the Nascent Soul in the sea of ​​consciousness grew a lot, from the appearance of a baby to the appearance of a 3-year-old child, and his breath became stronger.

Successfully break through, mid-stage of Nascent Soul!

Jiangling wanted to swallow the blood sea again, but found that the Nascent Soul could not absorb it and was saturated, and it needed to digest it for a while.

He didn't force it. Since his realm has been broken, it's time to go out.

So Jiangling took the crown and floated onto the surface of the sea of ​​blood.

Crazy.

As soon as he moved, the human-shaped monsters in the sea of ​​blood also floated up with him.

What are you going to do? Jiangling stopped and frowned at them.

But they couldn't speak, they just looked at Jiangling in awe.

It's not going to be dependent on me.

Jiang Ling's heart skipped a beat and he tentatively ordered them to stay here.

Sure enough, they remained obediently and did not follow up again.

Wow.

Jiangling successfully passed through the pit and reached the shore.

The majestic sea of ​​blood gushed out through the pit, and soon filled the outer sea of ​​blood around the island, which was really endless.

Zhong Yi noticed the aura on Jiangling and was surprised: Have you broken through?

Well, luck.

Zhong Yi's face was dark. From the early stage of the Nascent Soul to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, no matter how fast the cultivation speed is, and if you encounter opportunities, it will take at least 100 years. Jiangling is such a freak.

What is that!

Zhong Yi seemed to suddenly see something terrifying, pointed at Jiangling and screamed in shock.

This? Jiang Ling took out the crown from his pocket.

The moment he saw the crown of the king, Zhong Yi's face changed wildly: it was the crown of the king of the king of the king, which represented the identity of the king of the king.

Jiangling was confused when he heard this.

But Zhong Yi stared at Jiang Ling in a daze and murmured softly: Is this God's will? He is destined to be the new king?

You said this is the ancestor of your country? Jiangling told him about the hall and bones in the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

Zhong Yi sighed when he heard this.

By the way, that's right, I always thought it was a legend, but I didn't expect it to exist. It is said that the King of the Town was buried in a sea of ​​blood with the First Emperor. Whoever can get the King of the Crown is the new king who can lead the country to regain glory.

Over the years, countless young talents have risked their lives to sneak into the sea of ​​blood and wanted to get the crown, but they have not been able to come back. After a long time, they regard the crown as a legend.

I didn't expect this to be true!

Zhong Yi warned Jiangling in a solemn tone: The crown has a strong will of the king. Even if ordinary people can get the crown, they cannot wear it on their heads. If they are not recognized, they will be excluded by the will of the monarch, at the least...

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ling put it on his head casually, took it down and put it on again, muttering with confusion about why he didn't respond, was it fake?

Zhong Yi's face changed wildly, and he knelt directly in front of Jiangling with a thud: Zhong Yi, a slave who destroyed the country, and brought all the people who destroyed the country to worship the new king.

Wow.

In an instant, everyone on the island knelt down at Jiangling in unison.

Jiang Ling looked at the group of people in surprise: Are you wrong?

That's right, Wang Guan has recognized you. From now on, all of us are allowed to send you, and you will never complain about your life and death.

Zhong Yi lowered his head deeply.

Well, get up. Jiangling takes off the crown.

This thing seems to have no other ability except wearing a pretentious body. Jiangling is preparing to melt it and recreate a flying sword with an immortal-grade spiritual weapon.

If Zhong Yi knew Jiangling’s thoughts, he would probably vomit blood.

You are destined to be our king! Zhong Yi stood up and stared at Jiangling excitedly, his eyes full of respect and fanaticism.

Jiang Ling didn't know what to say, he was not interested in being a king, but if he wanted to start a sect, these people would be a very powerful force.

Is it what I say? Jiangling asked him.

Of course.

Then I said I don’t want to restore the country, will you be dissatisfied?

No, Zhong Yi shook his head. Restoring the country or not is actually not important to us. We just need a leader, only a belief to survive.

Jiang Ling nodded slightly and understood what Zhong Yi meant. To put it bluntly, these restored troops wanted to find a boss to lead them.

After a moment of silence, Jiangling suddenly asked him: How do you think Feixian Mountain is like?

Very good, rarely visited and elegant scenery.

What I mean is, how about building power on Feixian Mountain?

Ah? Zhong Yi was so shocked that his eyes were glaring.

When establishing forces, the site selection of the base camp is very important. It must be easy to defend but difficult to attack. Otherwise, if the nest of Jiangling was destroyed by Jiangling like the Yitian Army, wouldn’t it be miserable?

Jiangling thought carefully that Feixian Mountain itself is vast and sparsely populated, with abundant spiritual energy and abundant resources. In addition, the ruins of the Fuguo Army are here, which has its foundation.
To be continued...