The emperor of the royal family looked at Beiming Tianquan in front of him, who had a three-dimensional image of his son. This man was the blood elder of the blood hall of the saint clan. He was the youngest elder of the saint clan. He was the most cultivated and most talented person in the new generation of the saint clan.
Everyone thinks that he will be the most loyal to the Holy Clan and loyal to the death.
However, he never expected that this person would actually be the son of his son Bei Mingheng, his grandson...
What a deep scheming, what a strong forbearance.
"Why would you help the royal family?" After figuring out Beiming Tianquan's identity, the royal emperor looked at Tianquan and said in a deep voice for a while.
Why? The royal family clearly took action against his parents.
Beiming Tianquan sneered when he heard this: "It's simple, because I can't tolerate the saints even more."
As soon as these words were spoken, the emperor of the royal family understood clearly. From the perspective of Beiming Tianquan, the saints were indeed more ruthless than their royal family. Killing the leader of the saints would be a better solution to Beiming Tianquan's problem than killing the members of the royal family.
hatred.
With the factual identity, the reason to hate the Saints, and the handle that Beiming Tianquan sent to him from now on, the royal emperor believed it, believed it very much.
"Okay." After a long time, the royal emperor smiled slowly.
"It's a pleasure to cooperate." Beiming Tianquan heard the royal emperor say this and smiled coldly.
"A promise worth a thousand pieces of gold." The royal emperor made the final decision.
"Okay, I will make good arrangements for tomorrow." Beiming Tianquan stood up immediately after hearing the words. As he waved his sleeves and robes, he stood in front of the royal emperor and became another person. There was no trace of that person at all.
It is Beiming Tianquan.
Looking at Beiming Tianquan's leaving figure, the royal emperor laughed slowly, breaking through the iron shoes and finding no place, and it took no effort to get there.
Tomorrow the leader of the Saint Clan will go out alone...
The Holy Clan's raw bone relics are the only magic weapons that can deal with the God-shooting Bow. They have been kept under the Holy Clan's Tianxin Cliff for so many years, and only the Saint Clan's leader can pick them up in person. This news is so good, so good.
Since the Holy Clan is going to send out raw bone relics, then let them see the methods of his royal family tomorrow.
The clear wind and white clouds drifted without a trace.
Only in the breeze, no one saw the faint sneer on the corner of Beiming Tianquan's mouth.
The saints are hateful, and the royal family is even more hateful.
Holy Clan, Holy City in the Sky.
"Elder Xue, does he believe it?" In the temple of the Sky Holy City, the patriarch of the Holy Clan looked at the returning Beiming Tianquan with bright eyes.