There are only twelve Heavenly Realm powerhouses left in the War Clan?

How powerful the war clan was back then, the powerhouses of the Heavenly Realm were just ordinary disciples among the war clans, and there were even many disciples of the God Realm, but now, there were only ...... left

"My war clan, did you still lose in the end?"

There was a slight sadness in Zhan Qu's eyes, and when the other eleven powerhouses heard this, their expressions also became a little gloomy.

In the void.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely oppressive.

After a long time, Zhan Qu spoke again: "Young master, how many disciples do I have in my Zhan clan?"

"Eleven thousand three hundred and eight!"

Han Yun said in a deep voice.

Now the disciples of the War Clan in the Bullish Pavilion, in addition to the thousands of people who came out of the Golden Dragon Forbidden Land, plus the tens of thousands of people in the Kingdom of God, there are exactly more than 11,000 people.

"Eleven ......"

Zhan Qu Na muttered to himself, and then said bitterly: "My disciple of the Zhan Clan, since it has decayed to such an extent!"

"Twelve ancestors, rest assured, as long as there is a young master, my war clan will definitely rise!"

Zhang Qu looked at the twelve people and suddenly spoke.

"Oh!"

Zhan Qu looked at Zhang Qu, his eyes were slightly surprised, and the confidence in Zhang Qu's eyes made even Zhan Qu a little moved.

There are only more than 10,000 people left in the war clan.

Who would dare to say that they can make the Warclan rise?

"The twelve ancestors may not know, if it weren't for the young master, most of the people in my war clan would not even have cultivated the exercises, so they could only be slaughtered by others, and the strongest of the war clan disciples in the Golden Dragon Forbidden Land was only the Little Emperor realm. ”

"But now, the bloodline of my war clan disciple has skyrocketed, the strength of my disciple has increased dramatically, and dozens of small saint powerhouses have appeared......"

"The strongest is the little emperor?"

"Dozens of Little Saints!"

Zhan Qu shook his head slightly, and then spoke: "Xiao Sheng is just an ordinary powerhouse on the Xuanling Continent, and the rise of my Zhan Clan requires countless Heavenly Realm powerhouses, but if you cultivate to the Heavenly Realm powerhouse, I don't know how much time it will take......"

Zhan Qu's eyes were a little depressed.

"The disciple is dull, I Zhang Qu has been cultivating for 370,000 years to become a little emperor powerhouse, but since following the young master, the disciple has become a great sage powerhouse from the little emperor in a week, and the disciple feels that the disciple will be able to step into the ...... immediately."

"Become a little emperor in 370,000 years!"

Zhan Qu shook his head again, becoming a little emperor in more than 300,000 years, this talent is really bad, I'm afraid it is not bad to be able to become a little saint powerhouse in the end, and even ......

I didn't even have a chance to enter the little saint.

But when Zhan Qu heard Zhang Qu's last words, his mouth suddenly opened wide, and he looked at Zhang Qu and asked, "You...... How long did you say you became a great sage from a little emperor?"

"A week!"

Zhang Qu said in a low voice, as if he was a little dissatisfied, Zhang Qu spoke again: "The disciple qualifications have disappointed the young master, among my war clan, countless disciples have been promoted from ordinary people to the realm of small saints in one day, compared to them, the disciples have ......."

"From an ordinary person to a little saint ...... in one day"

Zhan Qu's face was sluggish, Zhang Qu became a great sage from a small emperor in a week, which had already shocked him, and he was promoted from an ordinary person to a small saint in the following day.

It's simply ......

Miracles!

"Less...... Young master, is this true?"

Zhan Qu swallowed his saliva and asked Han Yun.

From a little emperor to a great sage in a week, how is this possible, even those who defy the heavens in ancient times, it is absolutely impossible to improve their cultivation so quickly, in Zhan Qu's impression.

The fastest ascension rate among Warclans.

It also took more than 30,000 years for the little emperor to ascend to the capital of the Great Sage.

A week and more than 30,000 years, this gap ......

"What, is this hard?"

Han Yun looked at Zhan Qu and asked with some astonishment.

From the little emperor to the great sage, is it difficult?

If he Han Yun said it, he had only been cultivating for less than half a year, and he didn't know what kind of look Zhan Qu would have, you must know that he Han Yun had gone from an ordinary person to a great sage, and now he hasn't even been half a year!

"It's not difficult!"

The corners of Zhan Qu's mouth twitched slightly, and then he seemed to remember something, Zhan Qu's eyes suddenly became extremely hot, and he looked at Han Yun and said, "Young Master, the task of the rise of my war clan will be handed over to you!"

"Don't be so polite!"

Han Yun waved his hand slightly, and then said, "I, Han Yun, am a disciple of the War Clan, if there is anything going on with the War Clan, I, Han Yun, will naturally not do it!"

"Thank you, young master!"

Zhan Qu's eyes were full of excitement.

"Young Master, I don't know how you improved their cultivation......"

At this moment, the Zhan Yu next to him finally couldn't help it, and Chao Hanyun asked in a low voice.

"This ......"

Han Yun paused slightly, then said with a smile: "You want to try it?"

"Young master, can we also be promoted?"

War Royal's eyes were full of surprise.

"It's hard to say, after all, your qualifications are too poor......"

Han Yun glanced at the twelve people lightly and said calmly.

"The qualifications are too bad......"

The twelve people stayed in place in an instant, the twelve of them were able to become Heavenly Realm powerhouses, and the qualifications were absolutely needless to say, the power of the bloodline in the body had reached above the ground level.

But the power of this bloodline was in Han Yun's eyes.

It's so bad!

What kind of qualifications can you get into the eyes of the young master in front of you!

"Dare to ask what level of bloodline power the young master has?"

A Warring Clan Heaven Realm powerhouse walked out and asked in a deep voice.

"Me?"

Han Yun touched his head honestly, and then said with a smile: "I don't know very well, it seems to be some kind of heavenly blood!"

"Heavenly Blood ......"

The eyes of the twelve people widened, especially Zhan Qu, and said with a distracted face: "Heavenly Blood, how is this possible, the probability of Heavenly Blood appearing in the direct disciples of my War Clan is only 1 in 10 million, and when my War Clan was in its heyday, there were only nine Ancestors with Heavenly Blood, how could you ......"

"I'll wait to see the young master!"

The next moment, Zhan Qu suddenly knelt on the ground, and the other disciples saw this scene and quickly knelt down.

Heavenly Blood?

This made the twelve people of Zhan Qu completely convinced, as the Heavenly Realm powerhouses of the Zhan Clan, they knew very well what the Heavenly Blood of the Zhan Clan meant, as long as Han Yun lived.

Among the war clans, there will be a god realm powerhouse again.

"Hurry up!"

Han Yun was taken aback, isn't it just a heavenly blood, he was still a little dissatisfied, the heavenly blood sounded very awesome, but for him Han Yun, it was so-so!

"With the young master here, my war clan will inevitably rise!"

Zhan Qu said with excitement on his face.

"Ahem...... I already know this, you get up first, since you recognize me as the young master, then you will be the twelve gods of my awesome pavilion in the future!"

Han Yun coughed lightly and said in a deep voice.

"The Twelve Heavenly Gods of the Pavilion?"

Zhan Qu's eyes were slightly stunned.

"Ancestor, this Bull Pavilion is the force established by the Young Master, in the Bull Pavilion, there is no distinction between races, no distinction between strong and weak, no distinction between classes, all the disciples of the Bull Pavilion are brothers!"

Zhang Qu was stunned when he saw Zhan Qu, and hurriedly went up to explain.

"There is no distinction between strong and weak, no race, no class...... It's all brothers!"

When Zhan Qu heard this, his eyes suddenly became a little confused, if the original Zhan Clan had brothers, would the final result be ......

(End of chapter)