After the angry Immortal Ancient Emperor Clan kicked over his fellow clan, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Ye Xuan and scolded, "You humble creature, from the moment you stand on the Divine Ancestral Throne, you are blaspheming the Immortal Ancient Emperor Clan!"

Ye Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled: "Am I humble? Your high-ranking Immortal Emperor Ancestor, because he was afraid of my strength, threw down your group of humble things and fled for his life. Do you need me to blaspheme that little bit of pathetic faith in your hearts?"

"You!"

The angry people of the Underworld Ancient Emperor Clan shouted excitedly: "If you dare to desecrate the Immortal Emperor Ancestor of the Underworld Ancient Realm, you will regret it one day." ”

Ye Xuan sneered: "I'll blaspheme, what can you do?"

The Immortal Ancient Emperor Clan, whose faith had been hit hard and was so angry that it was out of control, shouted and pulled out the short knife at his waist and rushed towards the Emperor Throne, wanting to kill Ye Xuan, a blasphemer.

It's just that they had just stepped on the steps of the Divine Ancestral Throne when arrows shot through the air from behind them, nailing these angry and uncontrollable Immortal Emperors to the steps.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of corpses were nailed to the steps of the Emperor's Throne.

With so many deaths at once, the remaining Immortal Emperors, who were angry because their faith had been blasphemed, calmed down out of fear and retreated one after another.

Ye Xuan looked at these retreating Immortal Ancient Emperor Clans and sneered, "It seems that your beliefs are not much sacred, or your life is more important, isn't it?"

"Don't be complacent, ant, one day, the Emperor will cut off your head and punish you for your grave sins!" one of the ancient priests cursed.

As soon as he finished speaking, a feathered arrow flew and shot through his abdomen, nailing him to the stone pillar in front of the steps.

The feather arrow only pierced his abdomen and didn't kill him completely.

Ye Xuan looked at him and asked, "How did a waste who left behind your lowly clans and escaped alone become your faith?" ”

The Ancient Priest was foaming at the mouth of blood, cursing angrily in reality, but as the blood kept flowing, death was closing in on him.

He finally began to feel the fear that no matter how sacred the faith, it was not worth mentioning in the face of death.

At the moment when the fear of death came, he finally began to feel frightened and begged for mercy: "Save me...... Help me......"

"Do you want to live?" Ye Xuan looked at him with contempt, like looking at an ant that was struggling to survive.

The Immortal Priest was finally defeated by the fear of death, nodded and said, "Think, I want to live, save my ......"

Ye Xuan regained his cold and indifferent expression and said loudly: "Spit on the Emperor Throne, I will give you a chance to live." ”

"What ......"

The Immortal Priest was stunned, he was struggling in his heart, spitting on the Emperor Ancestor Throne meant that he was also desecrating the Emperor Throne, desecrating the Immortal Emperor Ancestor, and desecrating the sacred beliefs of the Immortal Emperor Clan.

However, when the blood kept flowing, when life passed little by little, when the fear of death came to his head.

In the end, he gave in, opened his mouth and spat out saliva mixed with blood foam, and scolded the sacred immortal emperor ancestor of the Immortal Emperor Clan: "You abandoned us first! You are no longer worthy of becoming the faith of the Immortal Emperor Clan!"

Ye Xuan beckoned to the military formation.

Two military physicians stepped forward and carried the ancient priest down to stop the bleeding.

Ye Xuan looked around again, and asked aloud again, "Do you want to live?"

This time, he was not scolded by the Immortal Ancient Emperor Clan.

Ye Xuan raised his hand and pointed to the Emperor Ancestor Throne, and said loudly: "Tear down the Emperor Ancestor Throne, and you will be able to live! Otherwise, in three days, the Underworld will be slaughtered!"

After Ye Xuan finished speaking, he walked down the steps and disappeared into the military formation.

The Long Yuan Army surrounded the Imperial Throne within a radius of thousands of miles, and did not let go of any of the people of the Ancient Emperor Clan.

There are only three days, and once the three days have passed, and the Emperor Ancestor Throne has not been demolished, then all the Immortal Ancient Emperors here will die.

Millions of people of the Ancient Emperor Clan under the throne of the Emperor began to quarrel fiercely.

Some support the demolition of the Imperial Throne, while others insist on the faith in their hearts and disagree with the demolition.

Eventually, these Immortal Emperors split into two camps and quarreled with each other.

"The Emperor Ancestor doesn't care about our life and death at all, he left us and fled, why do we still have to protect the Emperor Throne for him?"

"This is the spiritual belief of the Ancient Emperor Clan, even if you die, you can't tear it down!" the other party resolutely opposed.

"Then why don't you die?!"

"You deserve to die!"

The two factions evolved from quarrel to conflict, fighting from time to time, but did not immediately begin to dismantle the Imperial Throne.

The leaders of the two camps gathered around the High Priest of the Immortal, arguing fiercely.

"High Priest, what do you say? How important the Imperial Throne is, the High Priest knows better than us, and it must not be removed!"

"If we don't demolish it, we'll be dead in three days. There are no three days left, only two days left. You want to die, why don't you rush out and fight with the army on the Kyushu border to maintain that pathetic faith in your heart!"

"The beliefs of the Ancient Emperor Clan are sacred!"

"Sacred what? so sacred that I left my people behind and fled? I have long heard a rumor that the existence of Emperor Feitian is the greatest disaster for the Immortal Emperor Clan. In terms of talent, the Angry Feather Wing Emperor is much stronger than him. Emperor Feitian occupied all the luck of the Ancient Emperor Clan, but he could not become immortal. His title of Immortal Emperor is a joke!" a priest who knew the secret cried out in grief.

"The Emperor Ancestor is immortal! you are blaspheming the Emperor Ancestor!" shouted the Ancient Emperor who insisted on his faith.

"Immortal, if he is really immortal, why can't he even win a god emperor from the lower world, and he doesn't even have the strength to resist, as soon as he sees that human race god emperor, he runs away!" the weeping ancient priest questioned.

"High priest, what should we do? ”

"Yes, High Priest, it's up to you to decide!"

The two sides argued, and finally handed over the decision to the highest-ranking high priest in the Underworld.

The High Priest of the Immortal had a gloomy face and did not say anything.

He was able to sit in the position of high priest, and he could naturally think of more things than other people.

He knew why Ye Xuan didn't kill them and why he gave them a chance to choose.

In fact, if the Long Yuan Army wanted to dismantle the Emperor Throne, it would only need to be solved with one bombardment.

However, Ye Xuan did not do so.

These stupid people of the Immortal Emperor Clan didn't know why, but the High Priest of the Immortal knew it very well in his heart.

Whatever the cause, there are only two outcomes.

Either the Imperial Throne will be demolished, or it will be slaughtered three days later.

There is no third way to go.

Because, this war has already been lost in the Underworld, and it was completely lost, and it ended with the Emperor Ancestor escaping, and there was no possibility of reversing the situation.