The power of that sword was so terrifying that it divided the sky into two halves.

At the same time, accompanied by the sword light, there was also a cold shout like a demon god.

"The miscellaneous pieces of the three major sects should be punished today!"

As these words fell, the thousand zhang sword also fell from the sky.

With this sword, nearly one-third of the monks of the three major sects were destroyed!

Blood splattered, severed limbs flying!

The wailing, the screams, the ears!

This sudden knife made everyone stunned, like a piece of wood.

The old man Huangquan and others were even more numb in their scalps and their hairs stood on end.

Although he was also a saint, he was only a pre-saint.

That sword made the old man of Huangquan have an illusion of facing death.

"Who is it?"

At this moment, everyone's eyes were projected.

A middle-aged man dressed in pitch-black armor and with a temperament as cold as ice like a demon god stepped into the air.

He held a blood-colored war knife, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle falcon, and he swept over the old man Huangquan and the others.

"Saint!"

Many monks exclaimed.

Even in the Immortal Realm, saints are not everywhere, let alone in the Nether.

And who is this saint who suddenly appeared, and why did he help the Demon Palace?

Just when everyone was wondering in their hearts.

The eyes of the remaining monks in the War Demon Hall widened one by one, and there was a look of extreme surprise in them.

How could this man look so much like the hall master enshrined in their War Demon Temple?

The masters of the War Demon Hall in the past dynasties had statues standing in the War Demon Palace, so they recognized them so quickly.

The Lord of the War Demon Palace, his eyes trembled, and he also spoke with disbelief: "Yes...... Lord of the Seven Generations?"

As soon as these words came out, the Quartet fell silent.

The seventh generation hall master of the War Demon Palace, that is a famous ruthless person in the Senluo Continent.

In his time, it was also the most glorious era of the War Demon Temple.

It was only later that the seven generations of hall masters disappeared without a trace, and some people said that he had ascended to the immortal realm.

And now, this man who suddenly appeared turned out to be the seventh generation hall master?

"This ...... How is this possible?" Old Man Huang Quan and the others were all a little stunned, and their hearts set off a monstrous wave.

In Gu Yuan's time, they were just a bunch of minions.

"I didn't expect that the three small sects back then would be able to do such a thing now. Gu Yuan's eyes were indifferent.

Hearing this, the old man Huangquan's heart sank completely.

There is no doubt that this saint who suddenly appeared is none other than the seventh generation hall master of the War Demon Palace.

It's just that the people of the three major sects can't understand how these seven generations of hall masters could be coincidental and appear now.

"Shhh...... It turned out to be that ruthless man, he came from the Immortal Realm to the Nether?" Some of the other monks around who were watching the excitement also took a deep breath.

The name of Gu Yuan, the hall master of the seven generations, is well known to everyone in the Senluo Continent.

Those Tianjiao of the Immortal Realm had never heard of Gu Yuan, and there was a faint hint of pity in their eyes.

"What's the use of this seventh-generation hall master coming, do you dare to stop it?"

That is, even if he is a saint and sins against the fallen son of God, there is no good fruit to eat. ”

These Immortal Realm Tianjiao were not optimistic about Gu Yuan.

The realm of strength is only part of it.

Identity, background, are equally important.

Although Gu Yuan is a saint, he is a saint in the nether realm after all, does he dare to provoke the fallen god son?

When the Battle Demon Hall Lord and the others thought of this, the joy and excitement on their faces decreased a lot.

The old man of Huangquan also thought of it at the same time.

The look of panic and surprise on their faces dissipated, and in their place was a calm and indifferent face.

The old man of Huangquan said unhurriedly: "Seventh generation hall master, the old man didn't expect you to appear, but do you know whose order we listened to when we destroyed the Demon Palace?"

Gu Yuan's eyes flashed with coldness and said: "It doesn't matter who you obey, don't talk about your three major sects today, even the people behind you have to die!"

"Bold, you dare to be disrespectful to the Fallen Divine Son!" the old man Huangquan shouted.

And at this moment, a warm and bland indifferent voice sounded.

"What is a fallen god?"

As the sound came out, a lion's roar shook in the distance, and nine lions pulled the cart.

Dongxuan Old Ancestor, Yi Yu and others followed closely behind.

"Saint powerhouse again?" The monks of the Senluo Continent around him once again showed a look of shock.

However, the gaze of those immortal Tianjiao fell on the nine lions pulling the cart.

"Pulling the cart with nine lions, could it be that ......" Some immortal Tianjiao glanced at each other, and they all saw the shock in the eyes of both sides.

If it is said that the Son of God is to make them jealous and afraid.

Then that one is the one who can only make them look up, and is not a person of the world at all.

"Hmm, who are you?" the old man raised his eyebrows.

The sage aura emanating from Dongxuan Ancestor once again made the old man Huangquan's heart tremble slightly.

This saint even looked like an entourage.

When Gu Yuan saw Jun Yaoyao coming, he also arched his hand and said, "Childe is here." ”

"What!"

Seeing Gu Yuan's actions, all the monks in the Senluo Continent were speechless.

In the Senluo Continent, Gu Yuan, the famous and legendary seventh-generation hall master, actually became someone else's servant?

The monks of the War Demon Hall were also completely stunned.

This is completely inconsistent with the seven generations of hall masters they imagined.

Yan Qingying lifted the snow-white beauty.

Although she was blind, she still threw herself on Jun Xiaoyao's side.

What kind of existence is a person who can be called a prince by a strong person like the Seven Generations Hall Master.

Can it be compared to the fallen son of God?

Seeing such a situation, the surrounding immortal Tianjiao suddenly became excited.

They didn't know who was sitting in the carriage.

One after another, the Immortal Realm Tianjiao stepped forward one after another, and arched his hand and said, "I've seen the Divine Son!"

Such a scene really shocked the monks of the Senluo Continent.

They had never seen these arrogant and domineering Immortal Realm Tianjiao showing such awe and worship.

Now, even the old man of Huangquan is a sigh in his heart.

Fools can see that the people in the carriage are not only immortal Tianjiao, but also seem to be extremely noble.

Because before, these immortal realm Tianjiao, even if they heard the name of the fallen god son, they only showed a little jealousy.

But now, they took the initiative to come forward and salute.

The difference is huge.

"Is it necessary to be so troublesome, just kill them directly, and use the Fallen God Son as a shield, ridiculous!"

In the carriage, Jun Yaoyao's voice carried a scorn of contempt.

"Yes!"

With Jun Yao's support, Gu Yuan was also completely relieved.

He directly slashed at the old man of Huangquan.

"No...... You can't do that, Lord Fallen God won't let you go!"

The old man of Huangquan desperately resisted and let out a frightened scream.

However, his words attracted the cynicism of Xianyu Tianjiao.

"It's really stupid, what is the fallen god son in front of the god son of the Jun family?"

"That is, compared to identity, who has the son of the Jun family been afraid of?"

This group of immortal Tianjiao, with a look of sarcasm and pity on their faces, looked at the alliance of the three major sects.

These three major sects are completely finished.

And the fallen god son can be regarded as kicking the iron plate.

Leisurely literature, let the soul travel!

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