"Damn it!"
Yan Kuozong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and tightened the broken robe. Shocking cracks were vaguely visible on his chest. His long white hair swayed in the wind, and his old face was full of fear. Angry, he looked back and slapped the spirit phoenix who sat down. The spirit phoenix was in pain and flew hundreds of miles away in an instant.
It’s just that looming killing intention behind him, which has always been like a gleam on his back.
This made him feel helpless and sad.
He is now a great sage. When he first came to Wanwu World, he was definitely one of the best masters in the world. I remember that back then, more than a dozen human sages flew across the sky, and the sages shone with colorful rays of light. The sky is so frightening that people have been trembling with fear for many years.
At that time, he thought that saints were the end of martial arts in the world, but when he became a saint, he discovered that there were more masters and realms above.
This world is different from what we imagined. With the advent of the Zhenwu Era, more and more masters are emerging from unknown corners, and masters from other domains are teleported. Now this Donghua Ming The domain has already become a complex place with numerous forces, masters, bustling and chaotic.
The Great Sage is only a middle-level martial artist. Only the three emperors can be respected. It is said that there are already many supreme ancestors sitting in all directions.
Supreme?
That is the sky that he cannot touch, and it will be difficult to reach it in this life. He was of mediocre origin and had limited talent. After more than 800 years of painstaking practice, he could not reach the level of a great sage. If he could not break through the three realms of the emperor before he was a thousand years old, his life span would be cut off and he would turn into withered bones.
Originally, he still had more than a hundred years, but now he was afraid that it was over. The ancestor of the Saint King of Qingshan Yijian Sect was behind him and had already killed seventeen of his wives and concubines and two of the "Demon Sect's Three Difficulties". Dependent friends.
In fact, there is no big grudge between the two parties. It was just because they exchanged a few words in the "King's World". Somehow, the other party found out who was behind them and chased them all the way.
The higher level is overwhelming!
The other party will kill them all without any mercy.
Over the years, he has avoided provoking an irresistible enemy, but he has still reached this point.
"Buzz--"
Suddenly, flowers, plants and trees in all directions withered, and a lifeless and lifeless world formed a miserable land, surrounding him layer by layer.
The thoughts of Tao in the Holy King Realm evolve into the world.
Can’t run away!
Yan Kuozong stopped, with a trace of desperate bitterness on his lips, and said: "Ancestor Jiankui, do you really want to kill everyone?"
He wanted to say something cruel about life and death, but when he came to his mouth, he was driven by the desire to survive, and his tone sounded a bit begging for mercy.
A dark storm of sword energy appeared in front, and an old man with white beard and hair walked out of it. A long purple sword in front of him exuded an ancient killing intent. He looked at him with burning eyes and sneered. : "In the world of the great king, you are not so petty, but very tough. 'Yijian Zong is just a fake sword cultivator, a group of people who are just trying to gain fame', but did it come from your mouth?"
Yan Shuzong smiled bitterly. : "Yes, I have said it, but it is just a competition in cultivation. The Netherworld Sword Dao practiced by most disciples of Qingshan Yijian Sect does not conform to what Guizong has always said, 'I have a sword in my chest, and it coexists with my awe-inspiring righteousness.' , so I said a few more words.”
“There are thousands of different ways to practice in the world, and Netherworld Swordsmanship is also the way of swordsmanship. How can you allow others to point fingers at you and ruin the reputation of my Yijian Sect? The cause and effect have been determined. I will give you away. Your Excellency, return to the west!”
The sword leader pointed to the purple sword in front of his chest, and the sword energy spread across eight hundred miles, transforming into a strange phenomenon of the Styx, but he did not take action immediately, and suddenly asked: "You Have you asked others for help? ”
The reason why he asked this was because today's world is all about backstage and background. It's hard to say whether Yan Kuo Sect has any other connections. His Yi Jian Sect is only a middle-level sect, and he, the Holy King, is already number one in the Middle Realm. Master, just in case...
Yan Kuozong understood clearly, and immediately grabbed the last straw and carefully searched for any other background he had. After thinking about it, he found that he had many friends, most of whom were better than himself in cultivation. Low, I know a few Saint King Realm, but they are not very familiar with each other. I finally found one and quickly said: "I have an old relationship with Chen Changsheng. Chen Changsheng, one of the top 100 masters in the Saint Ruins, the Sword Chief Ancestor is afraid that he knows." "
Patriarch Jiankui laughed: "Unfortunately, I am an old friend of Brother Chen. We have known each other for more than five hundred years. I am afraid he will not help you!"
Yan Cuizong! He was confused in his heart: "I am a good friend with Great Lord Qingxuan of Beiming Palace. We talked freely in the King's World!"
Jiankui Patriarch's face turned cold, and the purple light sword had already reached the center of Yan Chuzong's eyebrows. He said: "I also know Master Qingxuan. How can she pay attention to a rogue like you? She will die!"
Feeling the cold murderous intent covering his whole body, a figure deep in the memory of Yan Kuizong was suddenly awakened. He felt a little sad for a moment and murmured: "When I was a boy, I followed Du Zhen in southern Xinjiang for twenty years and killed thousands of people. Xin Zhuo, the hero of all foreign races, led me to the path of spiritual practice! "Xin Zhuo was famous in Donghua at that time, and everyone knew about it, but he has been forgotten in the past few hundred years. I hope this old swordsman who came out of nowhere knows about him!
The Jiankui Patriarch paused for a moment in his murderous intention, thought about it carefully, and his face became even colder: "The war between all races? How many years has it been? The matter of Chen Zhizhi and rotten millet, the inexplicable person, also Take it out and ask for help. If he is here, I will kill him too!"
The purple light sword flashed and pierced Yan Kuozong's eyebrows,
"Buzz—— ”
At the critical moment, the purple light sword suddenly and strangely turned into ashes, and then an indescribable and powerful pressure that penetrated the sky and the earth fell instantly. The mountains and forests for hundreds of miles around were stagnant, and birds and beasts were crawling.
The powerful strength of Jiankui Ancestor seemed to have turned into a candle in the wind, or like a mayfly entering the sea, unable to control himself.
His old face showed disbelief and confusion, and his breathing was rapid, as if he had returned to the time when the young man had not yet opened his martial arts.
This kind of power surpasses him ten thousand times or one hundred thousand times.
The Three Ways of Huangji? Supreme?
He couldn't imagine why the ancestor with such a great level of cultivation suddenly came to him, and why he would suddenly target him.
In a trance, he saw a handsome young man and a yellow earth dog standing in the distance. The young man did nothing, and an aura of fighting against heaven and earth and suppressing everything came over him like a sea of clouds.
Who... is he?
On the opposite side, Yan Kuizong seems to be fine. Where did he get such a heaven-defying background? Why didn't you say it before?
"Ancestor, I was wrong, please forgive me..."
He summoned up all his strength to beg for mercy.
The next moment,
"Bang——"
The body exploded into mud, with endless regret, and the consciousness fell into eternal darkness.
“Hu——”
Yan Shuzong, who was riding on Lingfeng, was breathing rapidly. He felt as if he was firmly grasped in mid-air by a pair of big hands. He couldn't move at all. He couldn't use any of his cultivation. He seemed to be imprisoned in the sea of zhenqi.
Seeing the arrogant Jian Kui ancestor opposite me turn into ashes with my own eyes, I was frightened and terrified to death.
After ten breaths, all the pressure was gone, and I fell to the ground. I immediately looked around and saw that it was empty, not even half a person.
I wonder which ancestor is passing by and kindly rescues me?
At this moment, a vague voice came to my ears: "In this era of great strife, be careful, don't be a troll, and take care of yourself."
The voice was unfamiliar, yet vaguely familiar.
He was stunned for a long time, and the figure deep in his memory reappeared, kneeling on the ground, crying loudly: "Your Majesty!"
...
Thousands of miles away.
Xiao Huang wagged his tail and asked: "Master, why don't you go see him? This kid has been following you since before the Great Era of Wanwu."
Xin Zhuo shook his head: "There is no point in meeting him. We haven't seen each other for hundreds of years. There is nothing to talk about. He has his own way to go. If I talk about old times with him, I may mislead him!"
Xiao Huang Then he asked: "Then why did the master send him a message?"
Xin Zhuo smiled: "Trolls are the most hated. If he doesn't change his temper, I can save him for a while, but I can't save him for the rest of his life!"
Xiao Huang nodded: "That makes sense, Master, where should we go next?"
Xin Zhuo looked. Looking forward, he smiled and said: "What a coincidence, we have arrived at the place where I became a saint!" (End of Chapter)