Too weak? Everyone in the Ancient Holy Land suddenly looked extremely ugly.
Although Xiao Yun's words were very low, everyone present was a cultivator, and they could hear Xiao Yun's words even though they were far away.
Therefore, everyone in the Ancient Holy Land is in a bad mood now. They are holding back their breath and feel extremely humiliated.
It was really frustrating to be insulted by a junior in their base camp in the ancient holy land.
However, there was nothing they could do.
Even Yang Xu, the First Holy Son, was defeated, and the younger generation of their ancient holy land was almost wiped out.
Who else could they ask to fight? Fortunately, outsiders were not allowed to come in to watch the battle, otherwise the ancient Holy Land would have been completely disgraced.
"What should we do? We are ranked first in the Ancient Holy Land, and the second and third saints have all been defeated. Who is Xiao Yun's opponent?" "We have lost three games in a row. This Xiao Yun is so powerful, no wonder he can
Defeat Zhao Wuji, the ancient holy body.
"I used to think that Xiao Yun defeated Emperor Li Cheng with the help of formations. Now it seems that he does have the strength to defeat Emperor Li Cheng head-on."
"We have lost all three games. Is there no one left in our ancient Holy Land? It's too frustrating. Who can defeat Xiao Yun? Are we really going to let the saint die?"... There was a lot of discussion around, and everyone in the Ancient Holy Land was in a different mood.
A heavy one.
Xiao Yun won three games in a row, defeating the top three holy sons in the Ancient Holy Land. He showed a powerful invincible momentum that made everyone in the Ancient Holy Land feel suffocated.
At this time, Xiao Yun's momentum has reached its peak, and his belief in invincibility has become even stronger.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is using the genius of the ancient holy land to sharpen his invincible Taoist heart.
Moreover, Xiao Yun obviously succeeded. After all, the three peerless geniuses of the Ancient Holy Land were defeated by him.
It’s just that this result is not what the Ancient Holy Land wants.
"Who is going to defeat him? I will give him a top-quality treasure!" An elder from the ancient Holy Land couldn't help but say.
But no one answered him, because none of the disciples of the Ancient Holy Land present had the ability to defeat Xiao Yun.
Yang Xu, the first saint son, lost so miserably, what qualifications do the other disciples have to fight against Xiao Yun? "This son has already entered the spirit sacrifice realm. He defeated Zhan Xingchen and Mu Chenhao before, only with
The strength of the cave heaven realm.
"Suddenly, the Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land spoke. He stared at Xiao Yun in the field with lightning eyes, his face full of shock.
"What?" When the surrounding elders of the Ancient Holy Land heard this, their expressions suddenly changed.
Immediately, everyone looked at Xiao Yun, their eyes glowed, and they activated their wisdom eyes, trying to see through Xiao Yun.
Soon, they discovered that Xiao Yun was really in the Spirit Sacrifice Realm, not the Cave Heaven Realm.
Of course, this is because Xiao Yun has no hidden cultivation now, otherwise they would not be able to see through Xiao Yun through the realm of chaos.
"It's really the Spirit Sacrifice Realm!" A Supreme Elder from the Ancient Holy Land said with a very ugly face: "He actually defeated Zhan Xingchen and Mu Chenhao at a lower level. How is this possible?"
The Holy Lord of the Holy Land said solemnly: "Even when facing Yang Xu, Xiao Yun only exploded with the strength of the Spirit Sacrifice Realm at the last moment, suppressing Yang Xu's Nine Suns Unity.
"When everyone in the Ancient Holy Land heard this, their faces became even more gloomy and ugly.
After doing this for so long, Xiao Yun has been suppressing his cultivation to fight with the geniuses of their ancient holy land. This is simply treating them like monkeys.
Moreover, Xiao Yun in the Cave Heaven Realm is so powerful. If Xiao Yun shows the strength of the Spirit Sacrifice Realm, who can resist him? "Holy Lord, we can only ask the saint to end.
"A Supreme Elder from the Ancient Holy Land secretly sent a message to the Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land.
The Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land is also meditating.
Just admit defeat like this? He is not willing to accept it! After all, this is the only way to get Zhao Wuji back.
What's more, being slapped in the face by a junior from the Chaos Holy Land in their own base camp, if this shame cannot be washed away, then the face of their ancient Holy Land will be completely lost.
It was too shameless to just ask the saint to die. Until the last moment, the Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land still couldn't make up his mind.
At that moment, the Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land once again sent a message to the quasi-god son, and said in a deep voice: "Yang Yiming, if you don't take action, our Ancient Holy Land will lose all face.
"At the same time, in a palace in the ancient holy land, a young man slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were like lightning, emitting golden light, and his sharp eyes were like two golden swords, piercing the void and looking towards the square of the ancient holy land.
He is the quasi-god son of the Ancient Holy Land, Yang Yiming!... The Ancient Holy Land Square.
Xiao Yun put his hands behind his back, exuding an invincible aura. He looked in all directions, scanning the people in the ancient holy land, and asked indifferently: "Who else will fight with me?" His calm words revealed an invincible domineering attitude.
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There was silence all around, and you could hear a pin drop.
Although everyone in the Ancient Holy Land gritted their teeth in their hearts, they had to admit that they were no match for Xiao Yun.
On the high platform, a group of elders from the ancient holy land also had gloomy eyes and ugly faces.
How sad is it that in such a huge ancient holy land, there is no genius who can fight with Xiao Yun? "Holy Lord, let's stop here. Xiao Yun is my opponent, and I will defeat him with my own hands in the future.
"At this moment, Zhao Wuji said, his eyes filled with shocking fighting intent.
The Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land is very pleased that Zhao Wuji is not discouraged in defeat, still has an invincible Taoist heart, and his future achievements are limitless.
At that moment, the Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land smiled at Zhao Wuji and said: "I believe you will defeat Xiao Yun in the future, but we, the Ancient Holy Land, cannot lose this time, and we will not lose!" Looking at the confident face of the Ancient Holy Land,
Expression, Zhao Wuji's heart moved, he seemed to have thought of something, and he suddenly showed a look of shock: "Holy Lord, is that person about to take action?" The Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land nodded.
Di Tian on the side looked stern, as if he guessed who the other party was.
After all, if there is anyone else in the Ancient Holy Land who can compete with Xiao Yun at the same level, apart from the saint himself, that is the only one left.
"Yang Yiming!" Di Tian said softly.
At the same time, a slender young man walked through the void, with his hands behind his back, walking step by step from the mountain behind the ancient holy land.
This man is dressed in a white robe, pure and clean, like an immortal descending, otherworldly.
He looks very extraordinary. If we talk about appearance, there are countless handsome people. Just a Ye Da Dao, his appearance has swept the ancient and modern times.
But what is extraordinary about this person is not his appearance, but his temperament, an indescribable temperament.
As soon as he appeared on the stage, he attracted countless eyes, and everything seemed to become dim and dull in front of him.
"Yang Yiming!" "It's the quasi-god son!" "Greetings to the quasi-god son!"... The disciples in the surrounding Ancient Holy Land bowed and saluted after seeing this person arriving, and every one of them had a look of reverence on their faces.