"You will know when the time comes. Don't worry, leave everything to me. For now, we still pay attention to this holy clan!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Mengqing realized that she and Xiao Chen had arrived deep in the starry sky.
In front of them, there was a majestic door to the void, exuding a solemn and sacred aura that no one dared to approach easily.
"Is this the entrance to the Saint Clan?" Xiao Chen has never been here, but his spiritual consciousness is so powerful that he can easily find the direction of the Saint Clan.
After all, the Four Directions God Realm is basically composed of practitioners of small ways, with incomplete rules and the lack of the origin of the great ways.
The saints, who are above the rules of the four divine realms, are very conspicuous here.
"Well, this holy clan has been unsealed not long ago. Only a few saint sons and some followers have come out to take action. Most of the others have not shown up. I can't imagine how powerful its background is!" Although Meng Qing believed in Xiao Chen,
But I also hope that Xiao Chen can be more careful.
"No matter how strong your foundation is, you are still just a saint!"
Xiao Chen didn't take it to heart.
Not to mention the Saint Clan, so what if it’s the God Clan?
It was a coincidence that before Xiao Chen opened the door to the void, the door opened automatically and several figures flew out.
The leaders are a man and a woman, both young.
Behind them, there were six immortal old men. They were at least saints, but they treated the man and woman with respect.
"Sir, that young man in purple shirt is one of the Holy Sons!" Mengqing recognized the young man at the head and said in a low voice.
The Gods have only one God Son or Goddess, who is unique.
However, there will be many saints and saints appearing in the Holy Clan at the same time. The Ji Clan has two people, Ji Beiwu and Ji Ruolian.
"Relatively speaking, the strength is not bad!"
Xiao Chen glanced at the young man in purple shirt and was convinced that the strength of the young man was similar to King Tuoba. He had cultivated ten rays of holy light, which was much stronger than Ji Beiwu and Ji Ruolian.
It can be seen that this holy clan is stronger than the Ji clan.
But, that’s all!
"Hey, Meng Qing?"
The young man in purple shirt also quickly noticed Mengqing, and immediately showed joy, and rushed towards Mengqing.
"This guy..." Another woman looked unhappy.
When the Saints unsealed their seal, they originally planned to plunder the resources of all the tribes in the four divine realms to replenish themselves. After recovering a certain amount of vitality, they would then march to the thirty-third heaven.
After all, the Sifang God Realm is too barren, and it is impossible for the dignified saints to be trapped in such a place forever.
The six sacred upper heavens are the home ground of the saint clan.
But what made her helpless was that several of the saints who were traveling with her were actually obsessed with beauty in the Four Directions God Realm and put aside their business.
The dream of the Ice Clan, and the one from the Yuyi Clan.
"This is simply unreasonable!"
The more the woman thought about it, the angrier she became. Her heart was filled with rage, and she suddenly locked onto the dream with murderous intent.
As long as this woman is killed, a lot of things should be settled.
But just as she was about to take action, she suddenly saw the inconspicuous young man standing next to Mengqing, raised his hand and slapped her.
boom!
Before the young man in purple shirt even got close to Meng Qing, he was directly slapped into blood mist by a palm, and his body and soul were destroyed.
"Shao Jiang...how could..."
The woman instantly became frightened, her hands and feet were extremely cold, and her heart couldn't stop trembling.
He Shaojiang was only slightly stronger than her, but he had no room to fight back and was slapped to death without even having time to react.
How terrifying is that young man's cultivation?
If she had been more impulsive just now and was one step ahead of He Shaojiang, she might have died, right?
"Are you a saint from the saint clan?" When she was frightened and lost her mind, Xiao Chen flew over with a dream and asked coldly.
"Sir, spare your life... It's none of my business. Everything was done by He Shaojiang, He Tian and the others. I have been opposing them!" The woman still didn't understand that Xiao Chen was going to stand up for Mengqing and directly be labeled as a saint.
Mengqing actually knows such a strong man?
Are beautiful women so popular?
"Is there another He Tian?" Xiao Chen heard this and said coldly, "Call out that He Tian and the patriarch of your holy clan, and I will consider sparing your life!"
"You bastard, you dare to act wild in front of my Oolong Saint Clan. Are you tired of living?" The six saints with celestial spirit scolded them.
Maybe it's at home, which gives them some confidence.
No matter how powerful Xiao Chen is, can he alone resist a saint clan?
"Oolong Saint Clan?" Xiao Chen pondered, and then suddenly said, "Isn't it just a dog? It's so literary and artistic. Aren't the Dog Clan or Dog Clan more down-to-earth?"
Xiao Chen has a keen eye and can see through the real body.
The Oolong Saints are all dogs.
Of course, it is not an ordinary domestic dog, but a hellhound, which has three heads and is probably one of the ten thousand races in ancient times.
"Insulting our holy clan should be punished!" The six people's voices were as majestic as the sky, their divine power gathered together, and huge power emerged.
On the one hand, they were building momentum to send messages to the masters in the clan, and on the other hand, they were also trying to attack and punish Xiao Chen.
However, the strength of the six of them is not even as good as that of He Shaojiang. Facing Xiao Chen, they will undoubtedly hit the stone with an egg.
"Destroy!"
Xiao Chen was too lazy to talk nonsense, and with a wave of his hand, thousands of laws melted into a huge word "annihilation", covering the six people.
"puff--"
The holy light around the six people was dispersed at the same time, their bodies collapsed, their blood dried up, their souls died, like a curse, and they died tragically.
"Sir, spare my life!" When the saint saw this scene, she turned pale with fright, and her delicate body was trembling.
"Do you need me to repeat what I just said?" Xiao Chen said coldly.
"Yes... I will notify the clan leader immediately!" The saint did not dare to disobey Xiao Chen and prepared to send a message back.
"No!"
Suddenly, thousands of powerful auras rushed out from the Void Gate, and everyone was so angry that the starry sky was shaking for millions of miles.
Obviously, He Shaojiang's death and the actions of the six people just now have made the senior leaders of the Holy Clan aware.
At this moment, almost all the saints were dispatched.
How can we tolerate someone killing their holy son at their doorstep?
Coincidentally, Meng Yixuan, Meng Anchi, Dong'ao, and Xinghai also arrived at the scene at this time.
"Oh my god, this..."
Several people were shocked when they saw this scene.
Usually, the only people from the Saint Clan who come out and walk around are He Shaojiang and He Tian.
With the strength of a few of them, they easily swept through the Eastern God Realm and made the eight imperial clans surrender.
However, at this moment, nearly a thousand powerful saints exuded a majestic aura that overwhelmed the world.
The avenue is roaring, the starry sky is shaking, and the stars are shattering.
When they looked at it from a distance, they felt as if their livers and gallbladders were torn apart.
"What did he do that caused the Saints to mobilize in full force?" Meng Yixuan murmured to herself, staring at Xiao Chen and Meng Qing who were standing side by side at the front line, facing the Saints' army.
Even in this situation, the two of them seemed to be able to face it calmly without fear of anything.
"Is this the confidence of your Oolong Saint Clan?"
Xiao Chen glanced around and saw only three holy kings, and they were all lower-ranking holy kings. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. (To be continued)