There is no doubt that the people in the various tribes in front of the Zhuhai are very aware of the weight of these four words. Generally speaking, they are half a chip higher than the saints.
The Starry Sky Martial Arts Conference has always been very mysterious. Those who come out of each session and get the ultimate opportunity are generally no more than five fingers in number. Few people know what happened inside, because only extremely vague memories are left.
But no matter what, among the various races, it is much better for the young heroes of any race to get the greatest opportunity than the human race.
The air in front of the bamboo sea became thinner, even colder, various obscure qi gradually intertwined, and a chilling air filled the air.
"Are you afraid?"
At this time, the only remaining human saint on the spiritual star shouted in a deep voice. He stepped out from dozens of human masters, wearing a purple-striped battle suit with a hunting sound, and his black hair fluttering. At this moment, his eyes were sharp, and he swept towards
People from all over the wilderness said again: "Does the promotion of a junior make you scared?"
"Uncle..." the middle-aged human race expert murmured, obviously not expecting the scene before him.
Buzz!
At this moment, countless eyes gathered from all directions, including some sacred masters. The middle-aged human saint with gray hair on his temples was emptied of space, as if he was squeezed by several sacred mountains. This is a great spirit.
Oppression, facing so many strong men at the same time, even a saint would feel frightened.
He smiled bitterly in his heart, but he had no regrets. No matter how controversial the Suotian lineage was, a successor of Suotian who was expected to be supreme could build a more solid and unstoppable barrier in the human world than him.
"The dispute between various races and human races has never been about our face."
Saint Lei Ling's voice sounded again, with an unusually calm tone. He regained control of the lower half of his body, and the fracture healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The silver-purple beads were suspended above his head, and the ancient and mysterious light fell.
The eyes of Saint Gu Yin and Saint Jin Gu narrowed slightly. They had heard earlier that Saint Lei Ling had indeed obtained that person's legacy, but they didn't know how far it had been refined.
Immediately, the two of them stopped their thoughts and their eyes fell on the young figure in coarse white robes in front of the bamboo sea. Compared with the Thunder Spirit Sage, this is the real enemy, not their enemy, but the various tribes.
Enemy.
Isn't it? The younger generation, looking at this age, have reached this stage, even the emperor or even the emperor when they were young may not be more than this. They are really outstanding and stunning in the world.
More importantly, the other party got a supreme opportunity and transformed into the prototype of the power of order. This is no small matter. Three levels of supreme heavenly gates, one level of immortal will, two levels of power of order, three levels of starry sky branding, and three levels of heavenly gates.
Crossing a heavenly barrier requires great opportunity and accumulation, and the difficulties involved are beyond the imagination of ordinary people, enough to make a saint despair.
To put it more bluntly, this young successor of Suotian has transformed into the prototype of the power of order in advance. With the back-feeding and tempering, the promotion of the immortal will is only a matter of time and months. Once the immortal will is achieved, the order will evolve again.
The prototype of the power, the first two heavenly barriers crossed, and the one who reappeared in the world was no longer a saint, but...
Quasi king!
These two words seemed to possess some kind of demonic nature. Even giants of the holy realm such as Saint Gu Yin and Saint Jin Gu felt their breaths burning and their holy blood surging faintly.
Immediately afterwards, the three saints, including Saint Lei Ling, released their murderous intent without concealment. The vast wilderness seemed to be frozen, the chilling air in the air almost turned into substance, and the void was trembling.
The earth is shaking, cracks are constantly growing, and they are intertwined, like a spider spinning a web to trap all living beings.
retreat!
Everyone, including some holy masters, began to stay away from this area. Even the most powerful saints must be cautious in saint-level confrontations.
At the same time, some alien saints also had a cold look in their eyes, targeting a few dozen people including the human saints. Although the boundless star sea accommodates hundreds of races, the human race has always been unpopular here. On weekdays, it is okay, and it can be done reluctantly.
We are in peace, and now we don't have so many worries. Since the descendants of Suotian cannot live, these people will also be buried together.
"Who dares to touch them?"
In front of the bamboo sea, Su Qinian spoke. His tone was cold, but his eyes seemed very calm, scanning in all directions.
It's so intimidating that even a holy master can't look directly at it. His gaze is like a sword from the sky, as if it's about to pierce the soul. It's hard to imagine that this kind of power appears in a young man. It's more terrifying than ordinary saints. Some people
He showed a look of hesitation, even if this person has not yet achieved perfection, he is still a young overlord, and no one can rival him except the three saints.
"Heir of Suotian, take care of yourself!"
Saint Gu Yin's tone was as cold as his temperament. He looked very young, but he was a genuine old monster. At this moment, his long dark blue hair was clanging, and wherever he passed, the void was frozen, and then
It was broken into countless pieces, like thousands of sharp swords hanging in the air, and the sword body reflected the deep abyss, like the reappearance of an ice cave in the universe.
"I feel so excited about slaying a hatchling."
Sage Jingu licked his lips. He looked radiant, but he also had a crazy temperament. At this moment, he made no secret of his interest in Su Qinian. He wanted to take the path of the Shenwu. In ancient mythology, the Shenwu once fought with the Tianlong.
However, although he was defeated in the end, he was still one of the few old enemies of the ancient king of divine beasts.
From Su Qinian's body, Saint Jingu felt an unprecedented pure dragon energy, nourished by the breath of his old enemy, awakening the ancient marks deep in his blood. Saint Jingu seemed to see a supreme road opening in front of his eyes. He was eager to decompose this
Young people cannot bear it for a moment.
boom!
As soon as he thought about it, Sage Jingu made a paw print with one hand and grabbed it from the air in front of the bamboo sea.
In an instant, the saint's energy exploded like a lake of the sun, and the scorching light filled the entire sky. Behind the saint of the Golden Valley, there was a vague head full of golden divine feathers, and a distinctive golden crow appeared.
"Shenwu!"
A strange look appeared in Saint Lei Ling's eyes. Did this old guy really achieve heavenly skills and successfully return to his ancestors?
puff!
The human saint with gray hair on his temples was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. This was the power of a giant in the holy realm. Just the majesty of Qi released from his hand made him, a great saint, stagnant and his internal organs were shocked. It was not that he had not seen it before.
Passing the saint, the Jingu saint in front of me, including the other two, undoubtedly has terrifying combat power that is superior to ordinary saints.
Buzz!
At this moment, a continuous sound of swords resounded in the void. It was the billions of magical swords hanging in the sea of bamboo. Su Qinian had no expression on his face. He raised the hand in front of his knees and held it empty.
Thousands of rays of sword light instantly gathered in the palm of the hand, turning into a long glazed sword, and then slashed down in the air.
boom!
Too fast, a ray of sword light was like the sea of stars bursting its embankments, and the Milky Way pouring in. With a pop, the hand belonging to the Golden Valley Saint was cut off, and the sword light swept across, with unabated force, drowning the golden crow shadow.