Within the Fengyun Sect.

Elder Wang Hong survived the saint tribulation.

It's not that his strength is profound, but that this saint tribulation is too weak, and it seems that even heaven and earth can't bear to send a calamity to such a weak saint.

Of course, Elder Wang Hong himself would not think so, he felt that he had survived the tribulation this time, and it was a life of nine deaths.

"It's so dangerous! The destructive power of the thunder is so strong that I almost didn't survive it. Wang Hong sighed for a while, and after being afraid, there were scorched marks in many places on his body.

However, after mobilizing the Immortal Origin, these injuries were quickly recovered.

"Congratulations to Elder Taishang for accomplishing the path of a saint!" the others hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Wang Hong laughed and stretched out his hand, "No need to be polite, by the way, sect master, what about the heavenly treasure you said? ”

He Huang just wanted to emit true qi and rolled up the stone statue and sent it to Wang Hong.

"Click!"

There was a crisp sound, and I saw that the surface of the stone statue cracked into fine cracks, spreading out like a spider's web.

Seeing this scene, He Huang, Lu Zhou, and Chu Qiang were all stunned for a moment.

This stone statue, how to do it by these people before, just can't damage it in the slightest, but how can it crack now?

"It must have been that the Elder Taisu's saint tribulation just now was too powerful, and the destruction fluctuations diverged, damaging this treasure. Lu Zhou opened his eyes and said nonsense.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the cracks in the stone statue grew bigger and bigger, and they fell off piece by piece.

Inside, a figure stood out, a young man who was as handsome as a demon and had an evil temperament.

"What's going on?" everyone was dumbfounded.

Didn't you say that this was a treasure from heaven, a high-level holy soldier?

Why did someone pop up all of a sudden?

Could it be a treasure artifact?

Feeling the gaze of the eyes around him, Yunchen was really speechless, stood up, and looked directly at Wang Hong, who had the highest cultivation in the field, "Ask you a few things." ”

"Huh?" Wang Hong was stunned for a moment, but finally came back to his senses and was furious, "Presumptuous! What kind of thing are you, you dare to talk to this saint like this." Old man, it doesn't matter who you are, and it doesn't matter what purpose you have for coming in this way to my Fengyun Sect, now, you kneel down and talk to me!"

Since he has become a saint, Wang Hong naturally wants to show the majesty of a saint.

Once, when Wang Hong was still a cultivator in the Yuan Shen Realm, when he went out to travel, he collided with a saint and was forced to kneel by the other party.

He remembered this feeling deeply, and he secretly vowed at that time that one day, he would also achieve the realm of a saint and let others submit to his feet.

"You, let me kneel?" Yunchen raised his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help but ask again.

"What? Are you still not convinced, and dare to disobey the majesty of this saint?" Wang Hong looked at Yunchen like a fool.

For this goods, Yunchen is convinced.

"Don't get down on your knees yet!"

"The power of a saint is not something you can bear!"

"Kneel down quickly, or you'll regret it!"

The other Yuan Shen True Monarchs of the Fengyun Sect also scolded, and the sect sent a saint, which made their mentality swell up all of a sudden.

Yunchen didn't bother to say anything more, he directly reached out and grabbed it, and in an instant, the majestic true qi diverged, condensed into a big hand, and grabbed it gently.

Then, in front of the eyes of many high-ranking members of the Fengyun Sect, they grabbed Elder Wang Hong, who had just become a saint, in their hands like chickens.

"Look for death!"

Wang Hong was furious and struggled hard, wanting to show his amazing strength and kill Yunchen.

But the next moment, his heart sank.

Because he found that the other party's true qi hand condensed at will was as solid as a stone, and the power of his own operation, after the impact, it was difficult to shake it in the slightest.

Hell yes!

It's not that he has become a saint, or he has become a saint, and his strength has increased greatly, but now Wang Hong feels that he has become weaker, and it seems that the other party can pinch himself to death if he grabs him at will.

Next to him, He Huang and the others were almost blind when they saw it.

What's going on here?

The immortal saint is inevitably a little too weak.

Syllable!

Yunchen grabbed Wang Hong in front of him and smashed it hard, causing Wang Hong's eyes to burst into gold, and the strength on his body was almost scattered.

"The qualifications are average, and I barely rushed into the holy path, and I am the bottom of the saints, and I even dare to put a saint in front of me. Can you speak properly now?" Yunchen asked.

"Yes, there is something to say......" Wang Hong hurriedly spoke, and immediately relented.

In this regard, it is simply a fight with Jiao Fat, Zangfei and those pit goods.

Yunchen didn't hesitate, and asked them about the development of the situation in the outside world in the past five years, focusing on the movements of the Nine Holy Lands.

And at the same time.

In the Wind Thunder Pavilion.

There are also people who have begun to attack the holy way.

Wu Qinghua, the first day of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, after the Great Perfection of the Yuan Shen Realm, it only took ten years to explore the subtlety of the Holy Dao, and was regarded as the hope of the sect by the top and bottom of the Wind Thunder Pavilion.

"In the future, if my Wind Thunder Pavilion can produce a Qiankun Realm Lord, it must be Wu Qinghua!" Lei Juetian looked at the young man in the square who began to attack the Holy Dao, and said with a smile on his face.

As soon as these words came out, Yang Gongzi and the others naturally didn't care, but those lower-level and middle-level sect envoys who came to watch the ceremony immediately clapped their ass.

Rumble!

The saint robbery began.

Boundless dark clouds overshadowed the sky above the Wind Thunder Pavilion.

The surroundings were dim, and the thunder was as thick as a water tank, and it fell one after another, and the momentum was at least ten times more powerful than Wang Hong's Saint Tribulation.

If you are a martial artist with insufficient background, you can't resist at all.

But Wu Qinghua dealt with it calmly, relying on his own strength, he blocked the thunder one after another, and even absorbed the power of the thunder to practice his own palm technique.

This scene won a round of applause.

However, the saint was robbed to the end, and all the thunder in the dark clouds went berserk, condensing with each other to form a huge thunder dragon.

In the body of the thunder dragon, there was also a trace of thunder flowing with blood-colored brilliance.

Such a scene was also encountered by Yunchen when he achieved the Yuan Shen Realm.

That blood-colored thunder contained a trace of thunder, and the destruction was very powerful.

"Qinghua, this thunder dragon is not easy to stop! use the holy soldiers assigned to you by the sect to resist it!" Lei Jue was naturally afraid of an accident, so he hurriedly reminded.

However, Wu Qinghua turned a deaf ear and seemed to still want to resist with his own strength.

"Hey, his Saint Tribulation can trigger a thunder dragon, which is quite acceptable compared to others. But compared to this son, it's still a waste. Yang Gongzi's eyelids were raised, and he said lightly, "This Gongzi's saint tribulation has triggered ninety-nine thunder dragons to attack together. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Miao Feng and the others, "Everyone, I don't know what the scale of your previous Saint Tribulation was?"

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