Volume 2, Chapter 374 Broken Ring.

Hearing this, Ye Tingmu waved his sleeves, and the Qiankun bag on his waist flashed away.

Then more than 300 men and women appeared on the open space on the top of the mountain.

Their immortal essence was locked up, and they were tied up by Ye Tingmu.

The moment they appeared, they looked at their own emperor in the sky and called for help, shouting loudly.

"Father, save me, I don't want to die."

"Grandpa, it's me, wuwuwu..."

"master....."

"Ancestor..."

Of course, there were also people who lowered their heads in shame, the most representative of whom was Xia Lingkong.

When a group of emperors saw their own genius in this state, they felt so much pain in their hearts, and their eyes were full of worry and heartache.

"Don't be afraid, son. Nothing will happen. Father will come to save you."

"My dear disciple, I'm so glad you're okay. When I heard about your accident, I couldn't even eat."

"Grandson, don't worry, you'll be fine with grandpa here."

The two groups of people shouted at each other across the huge wall, expressing their longing for each other.

The emperor is also a human being, and this kind of scene is also human nature.

"Zang, what are you waiting for? Why don't you let him go?"

"That's right. If you let him go now, we will let bygones be bygones."

"Zang, if you release the person, everything will be fine!"

Mo Zun and Sikong Lei frowned, but they were not in a hurry because they knew in their hearts that Ye Tingmu must have some ulterior motive, otherwise he would not have done such a thing.

You must not lose your composure at this time, otherwise you will only give Zang an opportunity to take advantage.

Sikong Lei motioned for everyone to be quiet, and then said: "Zang, what do you think? Give me a word. Don't be like this and make us guess. You are the sword master, and you and I are both respectable people. If you have anything to say, just bring it to the table and say it."

Ye Tingmu's lips curled up slightly with a smile on his face.

"Everyone, don't worry. I will definitely release the person. But before that, I want you to let me go through a thunder tribulation first. I think you don't mind."

Hearing this, the group of people looked at each other and endured the thunder tribulation.

They couldn't figure it out, and couldn't understand what Ye Tingmu was trying to do.

The Demon Lord finally spoke. His words were deep, his breath was cold, and full of murderous intent.

"What do you want?"

Ye Tingmu leaped up into the sky, then stood there in mid-air, speaking in a clear voice:

"I don't want to do anything, but there are so many people here today, so I will go through the Heavenly Immortal Tribulation in front of everyone, and please take a look at how my thunder tribulation compares to yours."

As soon as he finished speaking, without anyone knowing what was going on, he suddenly stomped his right foot on the ground.

"Everyone, have you ever seen the eleventh ring?"

One circle, two circles, three circles, eleven circles.

Eleven colors, shining in the sky.

For a moment, the whole audience was in an uproar.

All around, the people watching in the dark felt as if they were struck by lightning.

They looked at the burial in the vast green sky and fell into self-doubt.

Although this was not the first time that Ye Tingmu released the Eleven Immortal Rings, we must not forget that the memories in the Immortal Mountain were erased, so theoretically speaking, this was the first time that his Eleven Immortal Rings appeared in the world.

Such a scene constantly impacted the minds of those present. They felt that the shocking roars were one after another, echoing in the sky.

Of course, this does not include people from the Killing Camp.

The Demon Lord said, "The ancient history books are not deceiving me, it really exists!"

Sikong Lei frowned, "It is indeed true."

The rest of the people were messy.

"How is this possible?"

"Eleven Immortal Rings, I've learned a lot today."

"A funeral, worthy of being called a funeral."

"I remember now. He is a descendant of the ancient gods. Is he the eleventh ring of the gods, the one that stands above everything else?"

Compared to the shock of the crowd, those who survived the fairy mountain were relatively calm.

They admitted that the scene before their eyes was enough to shock the world and be recorded in history, but they did not feel anything special.

It was as if they had seen all this in a dream.

"Why do I feel that I have seen it?"

"Really? I have the same feeling, it seems familiar but I just can't remember it."

"Strange, I thought I was the only one who had such thoughts."

Outside Broken Sword Mountain, discussions arose one after another, filling the world.

There was a smug look on Ye Tingmu's face. He did all this on purpose.

Today, he was going to tell the world here at Broken Sword Mountain that he, Zang, was unrivaled in the world and that all the ten great immortal sects, the Heavenly Court, or the Demon Lord, had to kneel down to him.

He wants to tell the world that he is the only one at the top of the Three Heavens, and the most respected person in the Three Heavens is Broken Sword Mountain.

Today he will tell the world how powerful I am.

He wants to make the Ten Immortal Sects and the Heavenly Palace live in fear and worry. From today onwards, he will also open the gates of his mountain and recruit disciples. All the geniuses of the three heavens are welcome to join him.

He did not stop and his spiritual power started to circulate again.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he will break the ring and condense the Dharma image today, and then cut off the heavenly calamity.

The eleven fairy rings on his body, at this moment, became more and more dazzling, eye-catching, pulling the crowd back from their shock.

"Here it comes, the ring is about to break."

A shout came from the crowd.

In the next second, the eleven immortal rings suddenly shattered.

"Boom~" a loud noise resounded throughout the world.

The eleven immortal rings shattered at the same time, and countless spiritual energy surged out. The energy released by the broken rings created a shock wave that spread in all directions and swept across thousands of miles.

The wild wind howled and slapped the faces of those present wantonly, blowing the robes of the Immortal Emperors and their long hair rustling and dancing wildly.

The clouds were spread out for thousands of miles, and the sky was clean, bright and blue.

All the Tianzi-class warships were shaken by the wind at this moment.

They have seen a lot of broken rings, and most of the ones here have also gone through the same process.

But this was the first time I had ever seen such violent ring shattering and such a loud noise.

This scene also refreshed their cognition and shocked their hearts, but all this made them feel that it was natural.

Because what was broken was the eleventh ring. Since it was the eleventh ring, it should be different from others and should be so powerful.

At this moment, there was silence between heaven and earth except for the sound of the wind.

At this moment, everyone, whether they had a grudge against Zang or not, held their breath, witnessing and watching all this.

Because this is destined to create new history in three days.

And they will become witnesses of history.

Hei Bai also stood up and looked up at the sky. "Here we go. Let the world be shocked. Burial!"

Ye Ting closed his eyes at dusk.

His entire body was enveloped in countless spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy in his body also turned into a spiritual tornado, rising from his feet and rushing straight into the sky.

He was not in a hurry and looked normal. He had simulated all of this in his mind thousands of times using the "Wu" technique. Success was inevitable for him, and what he had to do was to make himself even more amazing and let the world know that he was unique and would definitely reach the top of the world.

"Give it to me!"