"In order to commemorate you as the first saint-level person to die at my hands, let's be solemn." Lan Tian looked at the face of the Holy Son of the Night, which was gradually turning pale, and said lightly.

The show time is over, and he's not ready to play anymore.

Godfall Force Field, open!

In an instant, the overwhelming pressure enveloped his whole body, and the face of the Holy Son of the Night completely changed, and for a moment, he even felt that he seemed to have become the enemy of this entire heaven and earth, and the whole heaven and earth were rejecting him, and at the same time, he couldn't move at all, and his cultivation also fell two small realms in an instant, and he was only a medium planetary level!

"Poof!"

The sound of a flame rising reached the ears of the Son of the Night, and a huge heat wave struck, he tried his best to resist the huge pressure, and looked up with difficulty, only to see that Lan Tian's body was once again covered with a layer of blood sparks, and he was looking at him coldly.

"No, don't ......," the Son of the Night prayed with some despair.

"Don't? Don't you like to play with fire? Lan Tian was unmoved, stretched out a finger, and a wisp of blood spark slowly floated towards the Holy Son of the Night, and at the same time, in order to prevent him from admitting defeat, he learned the way he dealt with Emperor Yu, and his spiritual power attacked fiercely, directly impacting his consciousness into a blur.

"Ahh

After the Blood Spark touched the body of the Night Saint Son, an unconscious scream suddenly came out of his mouth.

However, for his tragic condition, no one present would have any pity, even the weakest female cultivators all looked at him with a relieved expression.

For this kind of person, of course, Lan Tian does not have compassion, controlling the temperature of the blood spark, learning from him to torture the lonely cold emperor rain, and constantly scorching him who has no ability to resist.

Ten minutes later, the Holy Son of the Night, was gone!

Lan Tian's cruel practice, instead of arousing everyone's resistance, became emotional, constantly shouting his name.

"Holy Son, I love you!"

I don't know which bold female cultivator made the start, and after this sentence was shouted, both men and women, all of them looked fanatical and shouted loudly.

"Holy Son, I love you!"

"Holy Son, I love you!"

"Holy Son, I love you!"

“......”

A passionate shout, hearing the blue sky, a cold hair stood on end, especially when he saw that in the crowd, Di Yu, the King Kong, was also looking at himself with a fanatical face, one by one, "Holy Son, I love you", suddenly his face was full of black lines, and he quickly descended from the sky.

After he landed on the ground, the crowd hula surrounded him at once.

"Brother Lantian, you really gave my sister a big surprise!" The Holy Lord of Qingcang was the first to speak.

"Holy Son...... The old man took ......" The Blood Killing Elder looked at the blue sky with an amazed face, for the blue sky, he was really convinced.

"Emperor Yu thanked the Holy Son for saving his life!" Emperor Yu simply walked in front of the blue sky and knelt on one knee.

This is not an ordinary etiquette, in the universe, the human race pays more attention to the ritual of kneeling, if there are no special circumstances, even if they meet the Holy Lord Venerable, even if the cultivator is low, it is impossible to perform the bow ceremony!

"Hurry up, hurry up, Brother Diyu is too polite, it's just a gesture." Lan Tian hurriedly helped Di Yu up and said with a smile.

"Emperor Yu's life will be the Holy Son in the future, when the Holy Son wants it, just open your mouth!" Di Yu said emotionally, just now he really smelled the smell of death, that taste, it is really difficult to describe......

"When I say this, I will see the outside, how can I say that I am also the Holy Son of the Holy Land now, if I don't save you, who will I save?"

Lan Tian shook his head with a smile, not wanting to continue the topic, so he turned his head to look at the Qingcang Holy Lord and said, "Sister Yan, is it that from now on, one-third of the secret realm of the Jintong Holy Land is ours?" ”

"Wrong, it's not ours, it's yours!" Qingcang Holy Lord smiled and said sweetly, "If it weren't for you, let alone the secret realm of the Jintong Holy Land, I'm afraid that even the secret realm of my Qingcang Holy Land would change hands, so this is what you deserve, you have all the control over this one-third of the number of secret realms!" ”

"Look at what you're saying, isn't mine ours?" Lan Tian waved his hand and smiled.

"Count your kid as having a conscience~" Hearing this, the Holy Lord of Qingcang glanced at Lan Tian coquettishly and said with satisfaction.

“......”

Is this still our unrivaled Saint Lord?

was captured by the coquettishness of the Holy Lord of Qingcang, this is the voice of everyone around.

"Hmph, what are you doing here? Are you waiting for this seat to invite you to tea?! The Holy Lord of Qingcang was obviously also aware of his gaffe, and immediately picked up the Holy Lord's shelf and snorted coldly.

......Hearing this, everyone hurriedly saluted the blue sky and scattered, leaving only some high-level cultivators standing side by side with the Blood Killing Elder staying in place and not moving.

Lan Tian's face was strange, and it seemed that everyone had suffered at the hands of the Holy Lord......

"Blood Killing Elder, you take a few immortals to the Jintong Holy Land to hand over it, hmph, dare to provoke this seat, this time, let them have a good blood!" The Holy Lord looked at the people who fled in a hurry and nodded with satisfaction.

"Wait, Sister Yan, my home planet is still in the original universe of the Blood Killing Elder." Blue Sky hurriedly stopped.

"That's right, then it's up to Elder Taixu to go." The Holy Lord nodded and ordered the other elder to go forward.

"Hehe, Holy Lord and Holy Son, rest assured, the old man will definitely choose well, and he will definitely make the Jintong Holy Lord feel a good pain~" Elder Taixu said with a smile.

To Lan Tian's surprise, this Taixu Elder turned out to be a handsome young man who looked less than thirty years old.

"Haha, don't be deceived by the appearance of this old horseman, he is a lot older, but he likes to maintain this handsome little dress, and I don't know how many ignorant girls have been coaxed!" As the Blood Killing Elder became more and more familiar with Lan Tian, his original cold temperament didn't know where he was thrown to, squinted at the Blood Killing Elder, and explained to Lan Tian.

"Phew, you old thing! In front of the Holy Son, can you save me some face?! Elder Taixu's face turned red and he scolded with a smile.

"Shame, you old horseman, don't think that the old man doesn't know, a few days ago, I saw you secretly using the virtual universe network to secretly video with a third-rate starlet!" A middle-aged scribe-looking cultivator revealed the short way.

"Hmph, you earn your own face, you look like an old disrespect, and this seat is also a headache." The Qingcang Holy Lord also joined the condemnation army, and the surrounding people suddenly burst into laughter.

“...... The old man is gone, and he has no common topic with you! ”

Elder Taixu couldn't hold back any longer, so he hid his face and fled, disappearing without a trace.

(End of chapter)