"Lack of divine power, lack of blood!"

In an instant, the face of the Zihuan Holy Lord turned pale, and he was shocked, and he continued to run the Emperor Technique, and his blood color and divine power had been almost consumed, and his strength was no longer enough.

If it is in normal times, the divine power of a saint is endless, endless, used at any time, and replenished at any time, even if it hits the sky and fights for a hundred years, and does not stop for a thousand years, then it will be fine.

And the use of imperial art is different, it has not reached that kind of realm itself, and the use of imperial art cannot communicate the avenue, only to draw a gourd in the same way, and slightly exert a little power of imperial art, but at the cost of consuming infinite divine power and blood.

It is no exaggeration to say that if a saint launches the imperial technique, for a few hours, the imperial technique will suck a saint dry.

At this time, his state was like this, in the face of the attack of the middle-aged man, there was no room for resistance, so he could only watch.

"The Ancient Kingdom of Hansong will be removed from the Pill Dojo today, and all of you will be inherited by my Ethereal Palace!" The middle-aged man looked excited, and he was about to finish.

"Holy Lord!" Seeing the scene in front of them, the faces of everyone in the Hansong Ancient Kingdom changed drastically, and they let out an exclamation.

The people of Feiyun Pavilion also blamed themselves, but there was a god king watching from the side, so they didn't dare to act rashly at all.

Everyone present was full of regret, and they all understood that today's Hansong Ancient Kingdom might not be able to escape this catastrophe.

Only the faces of the Wuji Demon Sect flashed with a hint of joy.

"Good, good!"

"My Wuji Demon Sect hasn't been in trouble yet, someone has already helped us clean it up, it's the best, it's fun!" said an old man in the lead of the Wuji Demon Sect with a chuckle.

Seeing that the Holy Lord Zihuan was about to die under the hands of a middle-aged man, everyone couldn't bear to look at it, and even Zihuan himself closed his eyes with a wry smile.

He forcibly operated the Imperial Technique, and he had been counterattacked, and now his body couldn't even move, and he only insisted on it with an unyielding will.

"Boom!"

The thousands of palms that trapped him suddenly burst into force, and the law was like a waterfall, like the Nine Heavens Galaxy collapsing, and the violent power shattered the heavenly dome and rolled down.

"Boom!"

The terrifying power instantly overwhelmed the Purple Circle Holy Lord.

"Holy Lord!" the Twelve Spirit Emperors of the Ancient Kingdom of Hansong changed their faces drastically, and they roared heartbreakingly.

The people of Feiyun Pavilion also clenched their fists tightly, and their faces were angry.

"Ethereal Palace, I, Feiyun Pavilion, will definitely avenge everyone in the Hansong Ancient Kingdom, otherwise I'm sorry for the trust of the adults!"

"The Ancient Kingdom of Hansong is over, since the Peerless Holy Lord didn't know how to leave, the new Holy Lord has fallen, I'm afraid he will really be removed from the spirit world!" Countless people felt sorry for the Ancient Kingdom of Hansong.

Without the sect guarded by the saints, it is like the fish on the board, which can be slaughtered.

"Buzz!"

After a long time, the dazzling light between heaven and earth slowly disappeared.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's eyes shrank, dazed, suspicious, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked forward again.

"Two figures?" The middle-aged man looked confused, and when he looked closely, his face was extremely exciting.

"Impossible!" the middle-aged man growled.

The Purple Circle Holy Lord survived under his quasi-emperor technique, how could there be an extra figure, and how did this figure appear?

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

Not only that, but everyone present at this time noticed the anomaly and looked up one after another.

"Survived?"

"Incredible?"

"Who's that man?"

"How did he come up?"

Everyone was confused and didn't know why.

"How did he appear?" The big people present stood up one after another, their faces shocked, they were all Dao masters, and they didn't even notice how the person who was blocking in front of the Zihuan Holy Lord appeared, how not to surprise them.

"Huh?" Even the eyes of the Ethereal Palace's God King Old Man Gu Jing Wubo flashed a trace of throbbing, and he didn't notice how this person appeared.

"Who are you?" the middle-aged man looked at Lu Chen coldly and asked, then pointed to Zihuan behind Lu Chen, "You saved him?"

Lu Chen was not shocked, glanced at the middle-aged man lightly, and turned around slowly.

"Young Ancestor!" When the Zihuan Holy Lord saw Lu Chen's face, his face was excited, and he knelt down in the void with a "poof" and bowed.

"Meet the Young Ancestor!" The Twelve Spirit Emperors also saw it clearly at this time, and they all knelt down excitedly, shouting in unison excitedly.

"Meet your lord!" Everyone in Feiyun Pavilion also saw Lu Chen clearly at this time, and they all bowed down and shouted respectfully.

It didn't matter if they knelt down, everyone present didn't know, they were all stunned, and their faces were extremely exciting.

"What the hell is Young Ancestor?"

"Who the hell is this young man?"

Seeing that everyone in the Ancient Kingdom of Hansong and Feiyun Pavilion was so respectful to Lu Chen, everyone was curious.

"Get up!" Lu Chen's tone was flat, his face was calm, and he couldn't see his joy or anger.

"My lord, we ......!" Yun Yi lowered his head in shame.

"I can't blame you for this, I already know about it!" Lu Chen nodded, and did not blame Yun Yi, in fact, he still despised Feiyun Pavilion in his heart.

"I'm ashamed!" Yun Yi's face turned pale, his body couldn't help trembling, and the calm Lu Chen gave him an inexplicable pressure.

"You should be ashamed!" Lu Chen said coldly, and glanced at him lightly, "It's a matter of time, go back to Feiyun Pavilion and go to Yunzun to confess your guilt, just say what I said!" Lu Chen said slowly, the matter of Feiyun Pavilion is still handled by Yunzun, he believes that Yunzun will know what to do.

To be honest, he didn't want to do anything desperately, after all, he still needed Feiyun Pavilion to take care of the Hansong Ancient Kingdom.

"Yes, my lord!" Yun Yi nodded obediently.

"Yun Zun?" The old man of the God King of the Ethereal Palace shrank his gaze and stared at Lu Chen tightly, his face solemn.

"Yun Zun doesn't know others, it doesn't mean he doesn't know, that's the ancestor of Feiyun Pavilion, Yun Zun God King. ”

A young man dared to call Yun Zun by his name, which made his heart skip a beat. ”

"The incompetence of the disciple has brought shame to the ancient country!" said the seven-foot man in Zihuan Hall, with tears in his eyes, reproaching himself.

"You did a good job, you did your best, not bad!" Lu Chen glanced at Zihuan, gently stretched out his big hand and flicked it, and a majestic vitality instantly submerged into his body.

"Thank you Young Ancestor for your understanding!" "The Holy Lord of Zihuan was pardoned, and his body instantly recovered under the infusion of life force.

At this time, Lu Chen slowly turned around and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Ethereal Palace, yes, you are not small, no one is there to deceive me, right?"

"Good!"

"Now that I'm here, how are you going to bully my Hansong Ancient Kingdom, let the horse come!"

Hearing Lu Chen's words, the faces of everyone around him were extremely exciting.

"What an arrogant tone, who does he think he is!"

"An Emperor Realm kid dares to provoke a saint, I really don't know how to write the word dead!"

"This man is really bold!"

A group of people looked like they were watching a play, and looked at Lu Chen and the others with a mocking expression.