Chapter 967: The power of a saint, a quasi-sage is like an ant
Xin Zhuo didn’t say anything, he was just looking 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 Lingdao Holy Sect disciples? 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 on the street openly?
However, He Jiuhe was so arrogant that he asked coldly: "Which sect, which sect, and which martial arts family are you from? 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 said with a smile: "I don't want to do anything, I'm just curious. The catastrophe of all races is about to happen. If you don't set up your defenses and conserve your strength, what kind of trouble is this?"
"It's so big. 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 Feijian Sect, and has nothing to do with the catastrophe of all races. It's best for you to 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 beard and hair, covering the sky and the sun, looked at him coldly: "Where did this kid come from, so presumptuous? Put down my disciples and kowtow to admit your mistakes. I see that in the future disaster for all races, it is precisely When I employ people, I won’t take your life!”
The dozen or so Yuanji masters from Xuance and Feijian sects above immediately relaxed their breath, stood aside, and saluted respectfully: “Juniors, you’ve seen me before. Ancestor of the Spirit Sword!”
“I’ve seen the Ancestor of the Spirit Sword!”
Thousands of warriors from all directions were taken aback and saluted on the spot.
“Ancestor!”
When Liang Wu saw it, his arrogance instantly surged to the sky, “Kill this man quickly. He tried to rape the daughter of the former head of Qingyang Sect, but was discovered by his disciples. When he stepped forward to stop him, he became angry and chased him. Master Murong tried to stop him, but he was also injured. "
He bit back, expressing his emotions.
Murong Bo sighed softly, stood up reluctantly, and saluted: "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?
“You crazy kid!”
The spirit knife ancestor’s beard and hair were all spread out, and he was extremely angry. “I have always been kind to others, but I am afraid I will have to kill today!”
< br>The figure that covered 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, and for a while 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 good 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 up!”
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, all 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 almost suffocated him, as if he was being squeezed and surrounded by endless sea water. His whole body was so cold that he no longer had the strength to move.
As he 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.
“Uh…”
There was silence in all directions, and Wushuangdao's eyes were full of horror. Why did the Spirit Sword Ancestor...
"Ancestor, what are you doing?"
Liang Wu and the other two were shocked, their heads turned pale. Humming, have they ever seen an ancestor who has lived for five or six hundred years, so groveling? This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.
The Spirit Sword Ancestor’s face trembled, he did not dare to make a sound and lowered his head silently.
Xin Zhuo stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and jumped 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, and the flowers and plants were empty. Shadows are falling one after another, and the fragrance is fragrant.
Like a god.
Suddenly, 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 The pressure and pressure were beyond their understanding, as if they were about to die in 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 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, unable to raise their heads, and immediately He also bowed down, his body trembling, his face showing great shock, he, he is the guardian saint? Such a way to appear?
Didn’t you say that... saints 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, 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 air, Xin Zhuo said lightly: "Does anyone else need me to invite you?"
"Disciples don't dare!"
"I have seen a saint!"< br>
In the distance, 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.
As they approached, they all bowed down.
There was also the mortal city governor, who was fully armored and accompanied by local gentry and officials. He was extremely excited. He looked up and ran like crazy. When he arrived in front of him, he knelt on the ground and said, "Welcome the saint." Linfan! ”
This is truly a pilgrimage.
Not just here, 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 worship.
"When did the guarding saint arrive?"
The quasi-sage ancestor of Feijian Sect and others worshiped beside the ancestor of Lingdao, and carefully transmitted the message into the secret and asked.
The Spirit Sword Ancestor’s face was trembling: “No, I don’t know, who would have thought that he would be so young? He had no momentum at all before!”
The Feijian Sect Ancestor sighed softly. : "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 It is Hunyuan Saint Xin Zhuo, the strongest in the world of human saints, we are so lucky!”
When the ancestors of Lingdao, Feijian and the seven or eight quasi-sages nearby heard this, they suddenly thought of the rumors in Northern Xinjiang. In an instant, a warm current passed through their hearts, and there was hope for life!
I have been guessing 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 Let Xin Zhuo sink into the sand here.
This is really nonsense.
Then the sound was like a bell, spreading in all directions: "The war is coming, and we need people. Let's forget about the things of today and the past, but from now on,
Those who make noises and make nonsense will be killed. !
Those who attack each other will be destroyed!
Competition of combatants, kill!
Those who are frolicking around without any form will be killed!
Kill those who are afraid of escaping!
Those who disobey 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 respectfully agreed.
The next moment, the saint said another casual sentence, 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 destroy these unlucky things with one finger! Those quasi-sages, follow me to the meeting!”
The eight quasi-sage ancestors were confused and responded quickly: "Here!"
(End of this chapter)