Xu Zimo carefully felt the heart of Huang Ting in his hand. It was connected to the earth like a continuous line. As long as enough hearts of Huang Ting were used to arrange formations, it would be endless.

There are indeed some means.

Hearing the words of those people in the Holy Court just now, the Holy Court wants to use the heart of Huang Ting to arrange the formation.

Who is it that makes the Holy Court arrange formations to treat them?

Xu Zimo thought about it, and felt that this formation was only used to deal with him.

As the saying goes, no coincidence makes a book, I'm afraid it was such a coincidence that he met him.

"My lord..." The patriarch of the Huang Ting clan was about to say something, but was interrupted by Xu Zimo.

"Go, find another place to live." Xu Zimo waved his hand.

"The world is so big, where can I find shelter?" Patriarch Huang Ting lamented.

"Offended the holy court, the ends of the earth, where can we go?"

"Following this realm, there is a True Martial Saint Sect in the Ghost and God Realm, maybe you can give it a try," Xu Zimo pointed out.

He didn't have good intentions either, he stuffed everyone into Zhenwu Shengzong.

This Huang Ting clan does have its uniqueness, especially Huang Ting's heart.

In the future, when I wait for others to conquer the sky, the Zhenwu Shengzong will always need strong people to carry the banner.

In the Yuanyang Continent, after Xu Zimo helped the Zhenwu Sacred Sect, the Zhenwu Sacred Sect in the Yuanyang Continent may have been glorious for a few eras.

And the True Martial Saint Sect of the Nine Realms World also needs to pass on the torch from generation to generation!

Hearing Xu Zimo's words, the patriarch Huang Ting and his clan members knelt down to the ground in gratitude.

In the holy court at this moment, the aura of thousands of miles wanders beyond the sky, ravaging the glory, and the holy court is still so majestic for countless years.

Time seems to have stopped here, this is the highest place in the Nine Regions.

The dragon and the phoenix sing together, and the beasts surrender.

In front of the huge hall of life, Mojiao Qilin guards the gate hall, and boys of the great sage level take care of the hall of life.

The ninety-nine steps go up, and the golden gate of the avenue goes inward, which is the core of the Hall of Life.

There are hundreds of towers of life in it.

Every life tower represents a life.

You must know that the strong in the Holy Court will entrust a ray of soul in the tower of life.

If the tower is bright, life will continue, and if the tower is destroyed, life will end.

At this moment, the life tower representing one of the seventy-two earthly evil generals suddenly went out, and the breath of sadness echoed throughout the hall.

The life clock in the sky began to ring continuously.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang"

The boy guarding the hall turned pale with fright, and hurriedly dared to go to the main hall of the Holy Court.

You must know that the strongest in the holy court is the holy ancestor.

But the ancestor asked with all his heart, except for killing some people who must be killed, basically he will not be born.

And the Holy Court is generally in charge, is the Holy Lord.

Also known as the Lord of the Holy Court.

The Holy Master is equivalent to the spokesperson of the Holy Ancestor, instead managing the big and small things in the Holy Court.

Especially the seventy-two earthly evil generals, who directly obeyed his orders.

"Holy Master, Youdi Shajing is dead," the boy stood in front of the main hall and shouted angrily.

Death in the Earth Shading Realm, this has not happened for a long time.

After all, even if someone is stronger than the Earth Demon General, for the sake of the holy court, they will not be wiped out.

No one dared to ignore the prestige of the Holy Court.

But now that Earth Sha is about to die, this is a kind of provocation.

"I already know, step back," Holy Master didn't show up, but his voice came over.

The boy left quickly.

He is just the caretaker of the Palace of Life, and he can report anything, other matters have nothing to do with him, and he can't speak.

In the main hall at this moment, there is a huge statue at the top.

This statue represents the Holy Lord, who stands at the head of the Holy Court, above the Holy Throne, with a majestic demeanor, like a god.

On the left and right sides, there are dozens of statues on each side.

They represent the seventy-two evil generals.

At this moment, one of the statues was broken, and the rest of the statues were emitting holy light.

Every statue opened its eyes, leading directly to the sky and the earth, with astonishing power.

Every statue here is an incarnation outside the body.

In normal times, it is no different from ordinary statues, but every time there is a major event in the holy court and a meeting is required.

The seventy-two earth demons will include the Holy Lord himself, and will separate a strand of the spirit and project it onto the statue.

It's also simple and easy, and very efficient.

I don't know who murmured at this moment: "Seventy-one is dead."

There was an uproar in the entire main hall.

"Who is bold enough to kill my evil realm?"

"No matter who it is, you must not stay, and the Holy Court must not be humiliated."

"In my opinion, this matter is not simple. Although Seventy-one's strength is not strong, it is not enough to kill anyone."

After discussing with the generals, they finally calmed down and waited for the Holy Master's order.

"Seventy-one went to Huangting City, and went to get Huangting's heart for the formation," only to hear the Holy Master say indifferently.

"It shouldn't be, how could the strength of Huang Ting's clan be the opponent of Seventy-one," someone questioned.

"It's the devil," the Holy Master said suddenly.

"Before Seventy-one died, there was a sound transmission through a secret method."

"I don't know what exactly happened to him~www.mtlnovel.com~ He only sent back the word "devil master."

The word "devil master" made everyone present feel a little dignified.

Someone tentatively asked: "Does the ancestor need to go out?"

"If you ask the Holy Patriarch for everything, what do you want us to do?" The Holy Master asked lightly.

His attitude was quite displeased. After all, as the Holy Master, he felt obliged to help the Holy Ancestor share the burden.

"But the Demon Lord is not that easy to deal with. The Holy Ancestor chased and killed him several times, but he escaped them all," General Youdisha suggested.

"I know, so this time I plan to go with me, and I will kill them with the magic formation," said the Holy Master.

"The demon formation is specially designed for the demon lord. If you all work together with me, you will surely be able to kill the demon lord."

Hearing this, everyone was thinking.

After all, the Demon Lord is not an ordinary Demon Race, but the Holy Lord has high ambitions, and no one dares to refuse.

"I am willing to obey the orders of the Holy Master," finally, the boss of one of the earth demon generals said.

It is even more impossible for other earth demon generals to refuse.

"Candle Dragon, open the gate of heaven!"

Just listening to the Holy Master's order, it seems that a dragon chant, and a portal between heaven and earth that travels through time and space is opened.

In Huang Ting City, after all the Huang Ting clan had left, Xu Zimo was also about to leave.

He just inquired about the direction and found that he was still in Jiexian Realm, but in the largest desert in Jiexian Realm.

"The vast desert!"

Because this desert is really too big, it was named Vast just now.

But Xu Zimo is not in a hurry, after all, it is experience, so there is no difference.

Suddenly, there was darkness between the sky and the earth, and a dragon chant sounded.

Xu Zimo looked up, and in a blink of an eye, the world changed.

A portal opened overhead.

"It's really fast," Xu Zimo muttered to himself.

(end of this chapter)