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Chapter 2101: True Saint Heavenly Son

The headquarters of the Divine Dao Alliance is located here, and at this time, a small city has been built from a barren land, guarded by a large formation on the outside, and guarded by a strong person inside.

"It's really strange to say, so far we can't deduce useful clues! Although we all know that the Five Great Heavenly Sons are incarnated by the Venerable Essence's blood, we don't have the ability to kill him!" The Holy Son said with a holy face and a holy breath at this time! Even if he was talking about murder, the expression on his face was still so pure.

"Yes, obviously the seven Venerables have joined forces to suppress it, and the strongest realm in this world will not exceed the first level of the sub-saint, but the combat power of these five heavenly sons is also too outrageous!" Daozi's body flowed around, bringing an unfathomable feeling.

"It seems that it should be the Heavenly Xuanzi Venerable who has left a venerable-level law power in this world, and has resisted some of the prohibitions that the Seven Venerables have joined forces!" the Holy Son said with a deep groan.

"That's right, yes!, but even so, we're not as good as him alone, but what if we attack with the strength of the crowd?" Michiko's eyes flashed with wisdom.

"This should also be a feasible way!It's a pity that those ascetic saints don't join us, otherwise with them as a meat shield, the possibility of killing a Son of Heaven will increase a lot!" the Holy Son shook his head and sighed.

"I'm a little curious now, where did Zhuang Yifei go!" Daozi said at this time! This thousand-year-old waste material, which was originally only worthy of being trampled under their feet, and did not even have this qualification, has become the person they must talk about at this time!

Especially Daozi was a little unconvinced, the Holy Son even lost to Zhuang Yifei in the secret method of the Han Holy Gate, doesn't that mean that he has no chance of winning when he goes up, what is going on.

"Yes, I also think it's strange! Although the Pan family didn't let Zhuang Yichen enter the Tianxuanzi tomb, wouldn't other forces win him over?"

"If he really didn't come in, it would be a pity! I still want to see the Holy Son cut off his head with your own hands, and be ashamed!" Michiko suddenly laughed.

"You'll see!" the Son's gaze suddenly deepened, and there seemed to be a hint of annoyance in it. After all, losing to Zhuang Yichen was his only defeat, and it was already well known.

Thousands of miles away from the Thunderbolt Swamp there is a desert called the Red Earth Desert, because the sand in this desert is all that crimson color, and on a certain day every month, a strange tide appears out of thin air and turns this place into a red earth.

There is a small oasis in the middle of the desert, and in the middle of the oasis there is a spring that comes out every seven days, but there are not many of them!

At this time, more than a dozen ascetic saints sat cross-legged on the ground, with a look of piety on their faces, and slowly swallowed a small cup of water into their mouths! During the seven days of service, they did not drink or eat, and allowed all the filth and filth to gather outside their bodies!

For ordinary people, the ascetic saints are an extremely foul-smelling and terrible crowd, even more unbearable than beggars! But in the world of ascetic saints, the more filthy and foul-smelling a person is, the purer and stronger his heart and soul are!

The belief and will of the ascetic saints are extremely firm, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire or an endless demon abyss in front of them, in order to achieve their inner wishes, they will die without hesitation.

Although these ascetic saints come from different sects and families, they are inextricably linked to each other! All the ascetic saints in the Ice Realm have a common ancestor, so these sects and families have already reached an agreement, and these ascetic saints will join forces.

"In a few days, our state and realm will be at its strongest, and that will be the time when we will slay the Son of Heaven here!" said the Ascetic Saint, who was the dirtiest on the outside and had abscesses from his head to the soles of his feet, said in a hoarse voice!

Although he looks the most ugly and terrifying, the momentum he exudes is even more amazing, and he is definitely the most difficult enemy.

"Yes!" all the ascetic saints drank calmly, and the voices converged, causing a sudden sandstorm to roll up in the nearby desert.

A few days passed in a flash, and Zhuang Yichen came to the Netherworld Tribe a day early and lived in the Princess's Mansion! Although this matter was a little inappropriate, no one said anything! After all, in this Netherworld Tribe, Princess Linglan was extremely powerful and was deeply loved by the Netherworld Prince.

And she is interested in Zhuang Yichen, many people in the Netherworld know it, and few people dare to gossip!

Princess Lily of the Valley is not a fuel-efficient lamp, in front of Zhuang Yichen, she is a bird, and when she goes outside, she is the head of the female devil.

"Yuan Kai, let's go!" Princess Lily of the Valley looked very delicate and beautiful in a pink robe. This is still the latest production of the Yanhuang tribe, and it immediately swept the noble girl circle of the nearby tribes.

And although she was about to fight today, Princess Lily of the Valley did not miss any time when she showed her charm in front of Zhuang Yichen.

The two of them arrived together in the big arena in the center of the Netherworld, which was already crowded, and no one wanted to miss the biggest event in the Netherworld.

This time, the number of participants in the Sacred Realm Battle of the Young and Strong Men of the Five Great Tribes was not large, and the identity of each of them was quite noble, and there was a blood connection between them and the Five Heavenly Sons.

Princess Lily of the Valley quickly went to the battle area and waited, and Zhuang Yichen found a place to stand like a soy sauce party! The arena was very large, and any position could bring the battle scene into view.

"All silent! The Son of the Netherworld has arrived!" At this time, a sub-saint powerhouse shouted, and then Zhuang Yichen saw a cloud of black smoke floating like that!

This is the Netherworld, but the whole person is shrouded in black smoke, and no one can see his whole picture! The black smoke floated to the most noble position above the arena, and then a voice came from the black smoke: "You can start!"

This voice is very ordinary, and it is also very ordinary, not to mention with any momentum, but it is this ordinary sentence that makes you feel that you must fully accept it, no need for a reason!

"True Word Dao, this is already the ability of a true saint powerhouse!" Zhuang Yichen suddenly knew in his heart at this time! No wonder those sub-saints would be killed by these heavenly sons! Although they are in the realm of sub-saints, the means and secret methods they have mastered are completely true saint level, how can this be beaten, and they can be killed.

"I'll come first!" At this moment, a man dressed in an animal skin robe, with two mustaches, the exposed skin on his arms bulging and bulging, filled with a feeling of infinite power.