Although Saint Fuhai is not a supremely powerful person, on this ancient heavenly road, even among foreign races, many people hate him, but they also have a certain respect for him.
This is a saint who fought until he was nine thousand years old. He never cared about his personal cultivation progress or chance. He was bathed in blood and fire almost all his life. Even when he was nine thousand years old, he was defeated by several saints from the Dragon Gate.
Some of the older people who came back from the outside still remember that the divine sun was dim that day, and the old saint Fuhai came back with blood on his body. Half of his body was dyed red, and his body was covered with holes in swords and swords, and the auras of various laws were entangled. If he was not a saint,
His body had already been torn into pieces. Even so, the old saint still held the broken spear and refused to let go.
"Tiangong, tell me what happened. Don't try to hide it."
Although Saint Fuhai is very old and has wrinkles on his face, his eyes are still very bright, as if they can penetrate into the depths of the soul. Even many holy figures dare not look directly at them. Under such eyes, the will of reincarnation
They may all collapse. This is the general trend of the old sage’s lifelong savings.
Saint Tian Gong glanced at Su Qinian and showed a look of helplessness. If it were anyone else, with his status and cultivation, even the leader of the eight clans would be able to ignore him, but Saint Fuhai was different.
He has made great achievements throughout his life. In his early years, Longmenwai was his evangelist. Otherwise, he might not be where he is today.
"Uncle, I'm afraid this place is not clean," said the Heavenly God Saint.
"It's not clean..." Saint Fuhai frowned, "Just tell me."
The Heavenly God Sage couldn't help but look at Su Qinian, wondering what was so unclean. He had been thinking about it along the way.
Following the gaze of the Heavenly Kung Saint, the Fuhai Saint looked at Su Qinian. Although Yuantu was very murderous and stirred up the wind and rain, his cultivation and combat power at the top of the holy realm were real, and he could suppress him with a snap of his fingers.
, Needless to say, this is a young overlord, no weaker than a saint.
"Shuotian's lineage, I have met senior Fuhai."
Su Qinian bowed slightly and said seriously. There are many so-called young adults on the road of evolution, but in Su Qinian's view, a true senior is even more rare.
Suotian lineage!
Saint Fuhai was slightly startled, some dust-laden memories were opened at this moment, and at this moment, a pot exploded in Yunkong Palace.
"The young successor of the Suotian lineage!"
"Recently, there is news from the Western Region of Jiehai that some people have committed massacres and killed more than a million people. They want to collude with the aliens outside the Jiehai Pass and sacrifice blood to Tianxin!"
"It is rumored that the Ao family in Xihai is involved and that a dragon will perish. The person who revealed all this seems to be from the Suotian lineage..."
Many people communicated with each other, and they all looked shocked. Because many messages confirmed each other, the news coming from the Western Region of the Boundary Sea was mostly true. People were shocked and at the same time even more angry. What kind of killing was this? Even the young and old
Women and children were not spared. They were so cold-blooded and cruel, almost the same as those alien races close to darkness.
At the same time, in the Yunkong Palace, some holy figures were looking at Su Qinian with unprecedented solemnity, because in the vast starry sky, some news came from the infinite sea of stars. This man was no longer just a simple young overlord, but
He is a true saint.
On the day of his sanctification, there were even dozens of giants of the Holy Realm and dozens of alien saints who fell into the hands of the saint who stood on the top of the Kaitian Realm.
This kind of achievement can no longer be described as stunning, it is comparable to the great emperors of various clans and even the emperor in his youth.
The eighth floor of Yunkong Tower.
"It's him!" A strange color appeared in Hei Yufeng's cold and calm eyes.
"A young saint from the Suotian lineage is rare in the world. It's a pity that he will be buried in this sea." The middle-aged man sitting upright had a stern face and a deep tone. His long and white fingers touched the white jade armrest.
Go up and stay still for a long time.
The ninth floor of Yunkong Tower.
A slender figure was reflected on the glazed crystal wall. The eyes of Ao Yu, the third prince of the Ao family in the South China Sea, almost turned into reality. His breathtaking aura made the breathing of several other clan members accompanying him in the white jade wing stagnant and almost suffocating them.
Already.
They looked at each other with horrified expressions on their faces. Just the aura made them almost unable to help but kneel down. They had only seen this terrible sense of oppression in some detached uncles and elders in the clan.
Everyone underestimated the Third Prince!
At this moment, several disciples of the Ao family in Nanhai felt that the third prince was by no means weaker than the eldest prince and the second prince, so much so that they had the illusion that Ao Yu stood there at this moment, as if he had turned into a hazy universe, with a vast starry sky.
, but it can't cover up his figure, that gorgeous silver hair, as if the stars all over the sky have gathered together, forming one bright galaxy after another.
"A good opponent."
Under the ever-burning lamp, the cold voice of the black-robed Taoist sounded like an eternal black hole. Ao Yu nodded slightly and didn't say much, but a pair of eyes that looked like an eternal night clearly reflected the figure of Su Qinian in front of the arena.
"Is it the lineage of Suotian... It's not a waste to still see it in Jiehai after so many years."
At this moment, in the Yunkong Palace, the floating sea saint stepped down into the void step by step. His steps were neither fast nor slow, and his pure white silk robe was slightly rippled.
There is too much majesty and energy leaking out, but there is a convincing and yearning bearing.
The old patriarch...
The few accompanying Fu family saints looked at Su Qinian with a somewhat indifferent look. The Suotian lineage was rumored to be the source of the turmoil at the end of ancient times. Although they were both human beings, no tribe wanted to be too involved with this lineage.
, Su Qinian appeared on their Yunkong Island today, and said that the Yunkong Palace was unclean, which made several Fu family saints feel uncomfortable. If this barter ceremony were to take place, their eight clans would be able to add several hundred percent of their heritage.
It should be terminated as soon as it is said to be terminated. This is still a grand ceremony hosted by the Fu family. Even a saint cannot act rashly.
"My friend, please speak frankly."
In front of the arena, Saint Fuhai landed. His tone was changed. Although there were not many hairs left, his eyes were still sharp and he looked directly at Su Qinian.
The gods and intentions accumulated through thousands of years of battle fell into Su Qinian's eyes, as if they had fallen into an endless sea of stars. Every star was blooming with light, and the sparks of stars filled the entire universe.
The old sage nodded and said: "If you are really unclean, even the eight tribes can be killed."
"Old patriarch!"
Someone from the Fu family gave a low shout, clearly aware of the dissatisfied looks from the strong men of the seven races on the eighth floor of Yunkong Que.
The eight tribes of Yunkong Island are all prosperous, and all suffer losses.
The snow-white eyebrows were raised, and Saint Fuhai snorted coldly: "It's so unclean to be timid and hesitant, and none of you can escape. The old man will destroy his relatives for justice!"