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Chapter 847 The Yellow Emperor Appears, and a Ghostly Appearance

Visible to the naked eye.

Countless cracks gradually appeared on Xiao Ling's body, accompanied by the sound of bones exploding.

Completely exhausted, Xiao Ling certainly had no means to continue resisting the pressure from his surroundings.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

His body exploded with blood and flesh, revealing a tragic appearance in a short time.

A number of powerful human warriors emerged from all around and rose to prominence.

Upon seeing Xiao Ling's appearance, they only glanced at him briefly before looking away.

In their view, Xiao Ling was undoubtedly reaping what he sowed.

Since they reached this point from the first step, they have witnessed far too much.

During this period, some overconfident individuals used special methods to shield themselves from the surrounding pressure.

Although they did succeed in the short term, the higher they climbed the steps of the tower, the greater the pressure they naturally faced.

Once the means of blocking the oppressive power of the tower's steps failed, they immediately suffered endless backlash.

"The inheritance of the Divine Emperor cannot be controlled by mere tricks and crooked methods."

"This whole ordeal is entirely my own doing."

A hint of disdain could be clearly heard in Xiao Ling's ears.

However, Xiao Ling had no time to pay attention to these words.

While one's physical strength is formidable, it still requires power to maintain.

Under such terrifying pressure from all sides, this physical body will inevitably reach the point of collapse.

Xiao Ling's legs trembled uncontrollably, and his flesh had completely torn apart.

With a slight bend in his knees, he looked as if he was about to kneel down on the ground.

"No!"

"You think you can intimidate me with this kind of power? Absolutely not!"

Xiao Ling trembled as she supported herself.

In this state, his knees, which had been severely injured, slowly struggled to get up once again.

At a higher position on the tower.

Several figures were looking towards where Xiao Ling was.

"This guy's willpower isn't bad."

"Unfortunately, the oppressive force of the place they are in has far exceeded their tolerance, and they probably won't be able to hold on for long."

"By relying on external forces to intrude into a place that is not their own, they have only themselves to blame."

Seeing Xiao Ling's condition, some of the human beings around were slightly moved.

At this moment.

Standing on the 289th floor was the white-robed middle-aged quasi-saint who had previously spoken with Xiao Ling.

The other party resisted and blocked the surrounding pressure, and even glanced at Xiao Ling below out of the corner of his eye.

"His potential is certainly remarkable, but unfortunately he's still a bit too green." The other person's lips curled up slightly, the meaning of which was self-evident.

After only a brief glimpse of the commotion at Xiao Ling's location, the other party snapped back to reality and continued climbing towards the top of the tower.

The remaining human warriors, looking at the towering peak so close at hand, grew increasingly excited.

only.

The tower's summit, seemingly so close yet containing an overwhelmingly powerful aura, is unfortunately far too formidable.

Each movement is merely a tiny, minute shift.

at this time.

Xiao Ling, who was finding it difficult to mobilize his own power and divine sense, was now in an increasingly difficult and dangerous situation.

"Am I really going to die here?"

Xiao Ling thought to himself.

Although he never slackened or gave up, unfortunately, faced with such helpless situations, no matter how hard he tried to resist, it seemed to be completely useless.

Looking down from my position, I could vaguely see the figures of Nezha and Yang Jian.

Unfortunately, both can only stand at the position of the 250th or 260th step.

There is still a considerable distance between them and their current location, making it virtually impossible to place any hope in them.

Just as Xiao Ling was feeling utterly helpless.

A golden light slowly emerged from Xiao Ling's body, instantly covering his entire body.

As the golden light appeared, the pressure that had been exerting on him gradually weakened.

In just a short time, the oppressive force contained within those nearly two hundred and ninety steps had already vanished.

"This is......"

Xiao Ling was surprised and looked at the Xuanyuan Sword hanging at his waist.

The large expanse of golden light was emanating from the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Could it be..."

Upon seeing this scene, Xiao Ling instantly understood.

A single Xuanyuan Sword would likely not possess the power to contend with the power unleashed by the God Emperor.

Therefore, the only one who can be found within the Xuanyuan Sword is...

"Xuanyuan greets the Human Emperor."

A calm voice suddenly rang in Xiao Ling's ears.

Followed by.

From within the golden light, a middle-aged man clad in a crimson robe slowly emerged.

Upon seeing this person's figure and face, Xiao Ling was extremely excited.

"Senior Xuanyuan!"

Just as I had imagined.

The being that appeared was a wisp of the divine soul of the Xuanyuan Emperor, which resided within the Xuanyuan Sword.

"This junior is in grave danger, and I would be grateful if Senior Xuanyuan could lend a hand."

Upon seeing the soul of the Yellow Emperor, Xiao Ling was immediately overwhelmed with excitement.

The appearance of the other party undoubtedly gave him a glimmer of hope in his dangerous situation.

Hearing Xiao Ling's words, the Xuanyuan Emperor's soul did not give any response.

The opponent's illusory right hand slowly rose, and then suddenly grabbed at Xiao Ling's body.

In an instant.

Xiao Ling felt as if a strange force was throbbing within his entire body.

It was being continuously peeled away from his body by the methods of the Yellow Emperor.

Xiao Ling naturally had no worries or resistance towards the Yellow Emperor.

At this moment, they remained in place, waiting for the other party to make a move.

It only took a few breaths.

Xiao Ling had already seen the Emperor Xuanyuan pulling a phantom and ethereal substance with his fingertips.

With his naked eyes alone, he couldn't possibly see through the essence of it.

However, Xiao Ling did smell a slightly familiar scent among them.

"This fragrance..."

"It emanated from that middle-aged quasi-saint in white robes!"

Xiao Ling immediately recalled it at that moment.

He looked toward the middle-aged, white-robed quasi-saint who was not too far away from him.

When the other party approached him, he smelled a faint floral fragrance.

However, at that time I didn't think much of it and assumed it was just a body odor from the other person.

But the fact that it was pulled out of his body by the Yellow Emperor undoubtedly proves that this noisy instrument is the very thing that was affecting him.

If it weren't for the Yellow Emperor, I probably wouldn't have been able to detect it.