Xin Zhuo didn't speak, he just looked in the air. If he avoided Yuanji masters and had dirt in his heart, what kind of saint would he be? He wanted to see if these people could fight.
Liang Wu rolled his eyes, pretending to be angry, and said loudly: "Who are you? What are you trying to do by arresting our disciples of the Holy Spirit Sword Sect? Are you a spy from a foreign race?"
This shout was so good that the already conspicuous people were stared at by countless pairs of eyes in an instant.
A dozen Yuanji masters from the two super sects above also looked down and frowned slightly, but then ignored them. They were obviously from the human race. How could there be any spies appearing openly on the street?
However, He Jiuhe was so arrogant that he asked coldly: "Which sect, which martial arts family do you belong to? What do you want to do when you are watching from such a close distance? What do you want to do after you capture the Spirit Sword disciple?"
He had a good relationship with Murong Bo, and he could tell something was wrong at a glance.
Lu Zhiruo wiped the blood on her lips and frowned.
Xin Zhuo smiled and said: "I don't want to do anything, I'm just curious. A great catastrophe is coming for all races. If you don't set up defenses and conserve your strength, what kind of trouble is this?"
"What a loud tone."
An old man from Xuance Palace was not used to Xin Zhuo talking like this, and said coldly: "You young man, this matter is a private grudge between Xuance Palace and the Feijian Sect, and has nothing to do with the catastrophe of all races. You'd better leave. Otherwise, if something happens here, your life will be taken!"
Xin Zhuo ignored it and suddenly looked into the distance.
A terrifying quasi-holy aura suddenly appeared there, suppressing the whole city. A shadow of an old man with white hair and beard covered the sky and the sun. He looked at it coldly: "Where did you come from? You are so impudent and let go of my disciples. Kowtow and admit your mistake, I see that in the future when all races are in disaster, it is the right time to employ people, so I will not take your life!"
The dozen or so Yuanji masters from Xuance and Feijian sects above immediately relaxed their breath, stepped back, and saluted respectfully: "Junior, have you ever seen the Spirit Sword Ancestor!"
"I've met the Spirit Sword Ancestor!"
Thousands of warriors from all directions were taken aback and saluted on the spot.
"Ancestor!"
When Liang Wuyi saw it, his arrogance instantly surged to the sky, "Kill this man quickly. He tried to rape the daughter of the former head of the Qingyang Sect. He was discovered by his disciples and stepped forward to stop him. He became angry and chased him. Uncle Murong stopped him. He was also injured."
Bite back, with both emotions and emotions.
Murong Bo sighed softly, stood up reluctantly, saluted and said: "Please, ancestor, be my disciple... and uphold justice!"
Song Xinruo on the side was completely shocked and looked at Xin Zhuo. Didn't he say...are you a friend of the ancestor of the Spirit Sword?
"Crazy kid!"
The Spirit Sword Ancestor's beard and hair were all flaring, and he was extremely angry. "I have always been kind to others, but I am afraid that I will have to kill today!"
The figure covering the sky and the sun instantly transformed into a body like an abyss, rolling up the three-color zhenqi and the awe-inspiring mountain patterns. For a moment, the entire sky was like a vast ocean, with murderous intent overwhelming the sky.
"You are really ignorant and ignorant!"
The He Jiuhe group in Xuance Hall shook their heads and flew back.
Lu Zhiruo's beautiful eyes were filled with helplessness, and she stayed away from her classmates.
"No matter how sophisticated your methods are, you will definitely die!"
Liang Wu laughed, helped Murong Bo up, and boldly retreated far away.
Song Xinruo didn't know how to deal with herself and collapsed to the ground for a moment.
In front of everyone, the "young man" was about to be crushed into dust by the quasi-sage ancestor, but he glanced at him indifferently and said softly: "It is the time to employ people. I won't kill you. I advise you to come down." speak nicely!"
This sentence was said by the boy who was about to be killed! ! !
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Tens of thousands of faces in all directions were stunned.
The Spirit Sword Ancestor who suppressed him from high altitude was also startled. The next moment, the pupils in his old eyes shrank, his white hair stood on end, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.
In his eyes, although the young man did nothing, his figure was infinitely enlarged. Although he was alone, he seemed to be an immortal from the ancient times, sweeping across the world with his coercion.
This momentum made him almost suffocated, as if he was being squeezed and surrounded by endless sea water. His whole body was cold and he had no strength to move.
As a man matured, he suddenly knew who this person was. The murderous intent on his face instantly dissipated, and he became extremely respectful and well-behaved. He landed on the ground with a "thud" and knelt down on his knees.
The withered yellow robe and pale hair are flying in the wind.
"Well……"
There was silence from all directions, and Wushuangdao's eyes were filled with horror. Why did the Spirit Sword Ancestor...
"Ancestor, what are you doing?"
Liang Wu and Wu were shocked, and their heads were buzzing. They had never seen their ancestor who had lived for five or six hundred years be so groveling. This was simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.
The Spirit Sword Ancestor's face trembled, he didn't dare to say anything and lowered his head silently.
Xin Zhuo stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, leaping into the sky. The nine-color true energy swept thousands of miles away in all directions. The pressure of the Hunyuan Saint was suppressed in all directions. There were ethereal whispers in the air, the phantoms of flowers, plants, and spiritual objects fell one after another, and the fragrance filled his nostrils. .
Like a god.
Immediately, it was like countless mountains were pressing down on the whole city. The densely packed pavilions and buildings made an overwhelming "creak" sound. Everyone felt their bodies sinking suddenly, and they felt fear deep in their souls. This power and pressure was beyond the limit. Their scope of understanding seems to be dying the next moment.
Looking at Mankong Vision again, anyone who is not a fool knows who this "young man" is!
The guardian saint has arrived! ! !
Liang Wu and Murong Bo sat slumped on the ground as if they were struck by lightning.
Countless warriors from all directions were panicked and hurriedly bowed down: "I have seen the saint!"
Not far away, He Jiuhe and Lu Zhiruo, a group of people, felt the extremely terrifying pressure. They could not raise their heads and immediately bowed down in the same way. Their bodies were trembling and their faces were extremely shocked. He, he was the guarding saint? Such a way to appear?
Didn’t it mean that...sages are all gray-haired old men and women? Who could have imagined that at such a young age?
A heart sank into the abyss.
Only Song Xinruo was filled with endless surprises and her face flushed. How could he be familiar with the Spirit Sword Ancestor? He was... the supreme one here!
Thinking of his father's tragic death, he burst into tears.
High in the sky, Xin Zhuo said lightly: "Do you need me to invite anyone else?"
"Disciples don't dare!"
"I've seen the saint!"
From afar, seven quasi-sages, nearly two hundred Yuanji masters, and tens of thousands of disciples from various major forces rushed in from various houses, all with a certain amount of fear and a certain amount of caution.
Densely packed, like flowing water.
When they came near, they all bowed down.
There was also the mortal city governor, who was all in armor and accompanied by the local gentry and officials. He was extremely excited. He looked up and ran like crazy. When he got there, he knelt down in front of him and said, "Welcome the saint to the mortal world!"
This is truly a pilgrimage.
Not only here, but all the mortals in the city and even within a radius of 800 miles saw the nine-colored holy light in the sky, and they couldn't help but bow down one after another.
"When did the guardian saint arrive?"
The quasi-sage ancestor of the Flying Sword Sect and others worshiped beside the ancestor of the Spirit Sword and carefully transmitted the message into the secret to ask.
The Spirit Sword Ancestor's face kept trembling: "No, I don't know, who would have thought that he would be so young? He had no momentum at all before!"
The ancestor of Feijian Sect sighed: "I hope I'm not really young!"
On one side, the quasi-sage ancestor of Xuance Palace, a woman with a fiery figure, showed ecstasy: "Brothers, please don't talk nonsense. This is Hunyuan Saint Xin Zhuo, the strongest saint in the world, we are waiting... …Fortunately!”
When the ancestors of Lingdao, Feijian, and the seven or eight quasi-sages nearby heard this, they suddenly remembered the rumors about Northern Xinjiang, and instantly felt a warm current in their hearts, and there was hope for life!
I have been trying to guess which saint it is these days, but I didn’t expect it to be this one. How wonderful!
…
High in the sky, Xin Zhuo felt a slight chill in his heart at this moment.
What nonsense!
Although there are more than a hundred forces with no less than a hundred thousand disciples, and Feijian Sect and Xuance Palace are stronger than Daluo and Dayan back then, the top combat power is only these eight quasi-sages and less than two hundred How can Yuanji, a bunch of rotten eggs and rotten sweet potatoes, withstand the conquest of the "Hundred Clans Yuan" on the opposite side?
If the estimate is reliable, there are at least ten saints, hundreds of quasi-sages, thousands of Yuanji and hundreds of thousands of clansmen in "Hundred Clan Yuan". Only with this kind of power can it be possible for him, Xin Zhuo, to be here Fallen into pieces everywhere.
This is really nonsense.
Immediately, the sound was like a bell, spreading in all directions: "The war is coming, and people are needed. Things today and things in the past can be forgotten, but from now on,
Kill those who make noise and nonsense!
Those who attack each other will be destroyed!
Competing combatants, kill!
Those who are frolicking around without any form shall be killed!
If you are afraid of those who escape, kill them!
Anyone who disobeys orders will be killed! "
The word "kill" fell on everyone's heart again and again, and no one dared to question the saint's murderous intention.
"Here!"
From the quasi-sage to the great venerable, all of them respected and promised.
The next moment, the saint said another casual word, grinding everyone's self-esteem to dust——
"Actually, there is not much difference between you and me. There are millions of people in this city. I can wipe them out with one finger. They are a bunch of unlucky things! Those quasi-sages, come with me to the meeting!"
The eight quasi-sage ancestors were confused and quickly responded: "Here!"
(End of chapter)
