"The temple is coming!"
I don't know who it was, but suddenly murmured something.
Within the scope of the entire space, the oppressive atmosphere became even more oppressive.
"This old guy is coming to the temple this time. He's coming with such force!"
Qin Tianhua looked at the blond old man and murmured.
But soon, Qin Tianhua smiled faintly.
"Anyway, the Hunting God War is a struggle between these three top forces. Our entry is just to increase the difficulty of the game."
Behind him, Qin Wuqing remained silent.
Although he is practicing in the Nine Nether Purgatory, he is currently only at the peak of the early stage of the Venerable Realm.
There is still one step away from reaching the middle stage of the Venerable Realm.
He is not qualified to be a participant in this hunting god battle in Nine Nether Purgatory.
It's just because he is the prince of the Wei Dynasty and he fights on behalf of the Wei Dynasty.
The Temple is a force comparable to the Nine Nether Purgatory, so the candidates for this battle are naturally extremely powerful.
I am no match for him.
Thinking of this, Qin Wuwu looked at Qin Tianhua and asked worriedly.
"Grandpa, the Sword-wielding Court is still a top force after all. With Su Yu's cultivation, he shouldn't be qualified to participate in the Hunting God War. If Su Yu doesn't come, wouldn't there be nothing we can do against Su Yu?"
Qin Tianhua said calmly.
"If you don't come, you don't come. It's best if you come. Even if Su Yu escapes this time, a half-step emperor-level strongman is watching Su Yu secretly. As long as Su Yu leaves the sword-wielding court, the same thing will happen.
There is only death!"
Obviously, Qin Wudao also knew about the middle-aged man.
After all, he was also the Supreme Emperor of the Wei Dynasty.
But what he didn't know was that the middle-aged man had died in the hands of the elder of the Bai family.
But now, the middle-aged man's soul has been extracted, and what remains in the middle-aged man's body is his "dead" elder brother!
The people from the temple quietly occupied a space as soon as they arrived at the Zhenshen Mountain Range. Although the people around them were all saints, they were obviously far away from the temple.
In other words, I dare not stand in the same position as the people in the temple.
Zhao Xue looked around curiously, seeming to be looking for something.
Next to him, a blond young man stood quietly behind the old man with a gentle face, saying nothing, as if there was nothing he could see.
Time passes slowly.
A moment later, bursts of roaring came from the void in the distance again.
The void was torn apart, and a rickety old man slowly walked over through the void.
There seemed to be a dark river beneath his feet, dragging his body along as he walked.
Behind the old man, there were also five figures standing, each figure exuding powerful waves.
"Nine Netherworlds. Purgatory!"
Someone whispered softly.
At the location of the temple, the blond old man looked at the rickety old man and snorted coldly.
"Humph, I didn't expect that you, an old ghost, are not dead yet. Why? You haven't come out in so many years. What do you want to do when you come out today?"
The blond old man's voice was like a loud bell, exploding between heaven and earth.
Just the spread of the sound caused the surrounding space to fluctuate slightly, as if it was affected by some powerful force.
The rickety old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he saw the blond old man, he slowly opened his eyes.
The rickety old man's eyes were extremely frightening.
One black eyeball and one white eyeball, which look extremely terrifying.
"Jie Jie Jie. Aren't you not dead? What? The power of the soul has been restored? Tsk tsk tsk, it's really a pity that you found the soul-returning grass, otherwise some people would not be able to!"
"
Compared with the voice of the blond old man, the figure of the rickety old man was as if his throat had been rubbed, extremely harsh.
It's even more unpleasant than the sound of a crow.
"snort!"
A cold look flashed across the eyes of the blond old man, as if he had been mentioned something embarrassing. The old man snorted coldly, and a surge of power burst out in an instant.
Boom!!
A coercion belonging to the realm of a saint spread instantly.
Along with the entire void, there were bursts of roaring sounds.
In some fragile spaces, ferocious cracks opened inch by inch and spread.
"These top forces are really overbearing!"
Qin Wudao frowned and spread out a trace of aura, shrouding Qin Wuwu to prevent these little guys from being crushed due to the struggle between saint realms.
"Hey, what's the matter? The injury is just right, so you dare to attack me!"
The rickety old man smiled strangely, and in an instant, the black river beneath his feet gathered together, as if forming a huge water monster.
Standing proudly in the void, facing the holy pressure of the blond old man, there were only splashes of water.
It didn't even affect the few people behind the old man.
"court death!"
The blond old man was furious, and a golden spear appeared in his hand. The spear vibrated slightly and rolled up endless golden light.
The surrounding saints frowned slightly and looked at the two people with some dissatisfaction.
This is not a place for saints to fight, but here is the Zhenshen Mountain Range.
Relying on the power behind them, the two of them became a little bit more arrogant, as if they did not take other powerful people in the holy realm seriously.
"snort!"
Just when the blond old man was about to leave, there was a cold snort.
The voice was low, like thunder on the ground.
The entire Zhenshen Mountain Range shook because of this cold snort.
It seems as if there is an extremely powerful existence that is about to resurrect from the Zhenshen Mountain Range.
Feeling this aura, the expressions of all the saints present changed.
The faces of the blond old man and the rickety old man also darkened slightly, and for a while they became even more motionless.
"The God Hunting War is about to begin. As saints of the human race, they actually kill each other in front of the abyss of the gods. The Nine Nether Purgatory and the Temple are really doing a good job!"
A majestic sound came from all directions, making people confused.
The voice was low, with an unmistakable tone.
"It seems that if you have time, you need to visit the Nine Nether Purgatory and the Temple."
For a moment, an extremely terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire Zhenshen Mountain Range.
The expressions of some saints changed wildly, because under this pressure, they all felt a little congested in their chests.
Even the juniors standing behind them were trembling under this terrible pressure.
Qin Tianhua's face was slightly gloomy.
"Damn it, how far has the Qinglong Saint reached? Why have I reached a higher level, but under this pressure, I seem so weak?
Unbearable!"
Qin Tianhua was a little unwilling and wanted to resist this pressure with his own body.
For a moment, Qin Tianhua's complexion turned red, and veins burst out.
The saints around him looked at Qin Tianhua like a fool.
"This Qin Tianhua looks quite smart, but turns out to be like a fool. He actually wants to rely on his body to resist the pressure of the Azure Dragon Saint."
Some saints were discussing.
The next moment, Qin Tianhua was like a deflated rubber ball. He could only spread his breath. Only then did he feel that the pressure was much weakened, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.
The rickety old man and the blond old man suddenly turned extremely pale, especially the blond old man. His body was trembling slightly, as if he had thought of something terrible.
Before the sound could continue to sound, the rickety old man moved his palm slightly and immediately slapped his chest.
Boom!
A mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of the rickety old man.
Suddenly, the aura of the rickety old man began to decline at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his originally pale face became even paler at this moment.
The rickety old man lowered his head, bent down, and bowed to the entire Zhenshan Mountains.
"I also ask Saint Qinglong to forgive me, and I will confess my sins to the Saint on behalf of the entire Jiuyou Purgatory!"
As soon as these words came out, the pressure between heaven and earth seemed to become much lighter.
Even on the side of Jiuyou Purgatory, there is no pressure at all.
The two girls standing behind the rickety old man looked at each other suspiciously.
"Nian Bing, are you familiar with this breath?"
Wu Ling'er said to Tang Nianbing.
Tang Nianbing frowned, as if thinking.
"A little bit. I seem to have felt it somewhere."
Both women had strange expressions on their faces.
This breath feels extremely familiar, but I don't know where I've felt it before.
But since the two of them came to the Central Immortal Territory, they have been staying in the Nine Nether Purgatory and have never gone out.
No matter how much the two women thought, they never imagined that this aura was that of the Dragon Slayer King.
at the same time.
Under the True God Mountain Range, in a huge palace.
The Qinglong Saint turned into a human form and sat on a chair with a lot of melon seeds and drinks beside him.
In front of the Qinglong Saint, curtains of light appeared. Within the curtains of light, it was the appearance of the Zhenshen Mountain Range.
Among them, Wu Ling'er and Tang Nianbing were also in the light curtain.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, these two girls are here too. It seems that Zong Ming didn't turn a deaf ear to my words!"
The Qinglong Saint ate melon seeds and said with a smile.
"I have to say that Jiuyou Purgatory still knows the rules, but it actually hurts itself. This intensity, tsk tsk tsk, makes me hurt just looking at it."
The Azure Dragon Saint looked at the light curtain with a smile.
If these saints looked at the Qinglong Saint, who was full of majesty in the outside world, like this, I don't know how many people would lose their eyes.
"It's just that the guys in the temple are a little disobedient!"
The Qinglong Saint's eyes fell on the blond old man, his eyes cold.
At this moment, on the Zhenshen Mountain Range.
The blond old man looked at the rickety old man who had mutilated himself, his face slightly gloomy.
As a saint in the temple, the blond old man is extremely arrogant. Even saints from other forces have different cultivation levels than him.
Quite, I don't even notice it.
Looking at the old man who committed suicide and went to the Nine Nether Purgatory, the blond old man thought that he could not do such a thing.
But unfortunately.
Thinking of the appearance of Saint Qinglong when he came to the temple to find a place for his disciple, the blond old man could not help but shudder.
Although the temple at that time was not yet a top power, there were still two saints sitting there. At that time, he was only half a step into the holy realm.
But that day, within the heaven and earth of the temple, the void was torn apart by a ferocious dragon claw, and countless dragons poured into the temple world.
Even the master of the temple who had been in the holy realm for a long time at that time was no match for that dragon claw.
The two saints, under that dragon's claw, were mercilessly ravaged just like their grandsons.
On that day, the temple paid a lot of price to calm the owner of the dragon claw.
If it were this time, because of himself, the Qinglong Saint would be allowed to walk in the temple again
The blond old man couldn't help but shudder.
Maybe the soul that he had just been cured by the soul-returning grass was about to be destroyed again.
Feeling the joking eyes around him, the blond old man was a little unwilling and could only speak to the void.
"The temple is willing to give out 10,000 sacred stones, and I also ask Saint Qinglong to forgive me!"
"Hiss! Ten thousand divine stones are still a temple after all. It's really grand!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, ten thousand sacred stones, I'm afraid this old guy has been enshrining them for several years!"
Around him, many powerful men from the Holy Realm were talking and talking.
The divine stone is an energy stone of a higher level than the Heart of Law.
A divine stone is even comparable to a thousand hearts of law.
Ten thousand divine stones are even comparable to ten million hearts of law.
You can see how precious it is.
You must know that the blond old man's savings over the years only amounted to tens of millions of Law Hearts. At the Bai family ranking meeting, he could only get away with 18 million.
However, the rickety old man in Jiuyou Purgatory looked at the blond old man jokingly, as if he was laughing at something.
The next moment, the voice of Saint Qinglong sounded.
"It seems that the temple is still too arrogant. They have really forgotten who helped them support this world."
There was a hint of coldness in the voice.
"Hahaha, don't panic, Senior Qinglong. After all, others are the great worshipers of the temple, and their personalities are naturally a bit arrogant, but I am different. This is the kind of person I like to fight the most. Let me help Senior Qinglong solve his problems!"
A hearty laughter came slowly from a distance.
Everyone was stunned for a moment and followed the sound.
I saw the third court master, with Su Yu and others, slowly walking through the void and smiling heartily at the blond old man in the temple.
"The Sword-holding Court. Jun laughs!"
The face of the chief priest of the temple sank slightly, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
The guys from the Sword-holding Court are here, and among this group of people, Saint Qinglong is the only one who looks up to them!
And just when a group of holy realm bosses were competing against each other.
Su Yu's eyes stayed on the two beautiful figures.
And the two beautiful figures also cast their eyes on Su Yu.
Their eyes collided with each other, as if their hearts were shaking.
"Linger. Nian Bing."
"Brother Su Yu!"
"Su Yu?"
The three of them murmured at the same time, their eyes filled with disbelief.
This chapter has been completed!