With the deterrence of Yan Grief, the Ten Thousand Star powerhouses who stopped outside Xiaolin Temple really did not act rashly. However, they did not leave, but quietly withdrew dozens of zhang and guarded the periphery of Xiaolin Temple. These strong men are like hyenas in nature, eyeing Xiaolin Temple, they are waiting, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a result. Now that Yan Grief and the Imprisoned Monarch are fighting outside the world, no one knows what the outcome of this battle will be. But everyone knows that the victory or defeat of the two Immortal Venerables is likely to affect the pattern near Xiaolin Temple. If the Prisoner Monarch is defeated, then these people will leave separately and wait for the next opportunity to enter the Xiaolin Temple. But if Yan is defeated, they have no scruples and start killing in Xiaolin Temple. Chance, the gate of the realm, and the key to the heavens will become the greed in the hearts of these strong people. They worked hard to cross from the sea of stars to Huaxia in order to be the key to the heavens, how could they give up so easily?

At this time, whether it is the monk of Xiaolin Temple, Shi Chen's friend, or Ling Yu hidden among the powerhouses of Wanxing, they all hope that Yan Bei can kill the imprisoned monarch, the other party has done a lot of evil, invading Huaxia with the body of an immortal, and has ill intentions, if he lives, he will definitely cause trouble. And the powerhouses of the Ten Thousand Souls Star Domain have another set of thoughts, they hope that the Imprisoned Monarch can win. Although the Imprisoned Monarch does not belong to the Ten Thousand Stars Force, his purpose coincides with that of the powerhouses of the Ten Thousand Spirits Star Domain. It's just that the imprisoned monarch is even more arrogant, in addition to wanting to get his hands on the key to the heavens, he also wants to completely muddy the clear water in the human world. As for why he did it, no one knows.

"Yan Bei, do you really think that you can stop me? This world has long changed, and Huaxia is no longer the star sea overlord who stands proudly on the top of the stars. People have to learn to obey the destiny of heaven, do you think that with the background of Huaxia at this time, you can stop the torrent of the great world?" In the starry sky, the imprisoned monarch shouted at Yan Bei.

"Amitabha, prisoner, we Buddhists pay attention to karma, I only know that you plant good causes and get good results, you Twelve Sovereigns of the Flood and Wilderness are causing trouble in Kyushu, and you want to take advantage of the opening of the martial arts era to do bad things, which is against the sky. Therefore, the one who will receive the retribution is not me, but you! Although you are a senior of Xinghai, what you have done is against the way of heaven, and sooner or later you will be punished by heaven!" Yan Bei held the Nine Dragons Zen staff in his hand, recited the Buddha's name, and said in a cold voice. Yan Bei already knew that the Twelve Sovereigns of the Flood Desolation had already played a game of earth-shattering chess in Huaxia, and now that the martial arts era had begun, they had finally shown their fangs.

"It's useless to talk more, let's see the real chapter under our hands!" Seeing that Yan Bei insisted on guarding this barren ancient star, the imprisoned monarch stopped talking nonsense, he waved his palms lightly, and the black qi of the Dao Dao emanated from his palm, covering up the starlight. The black gang qi rippled with an incomparable aura and rushed towards Yan Bei. The Imprisoned Monarch is the overlord of the sea of stars in the flood era, and his cultivation has long been beyond the ordinary immortal realm, when he makes a move, the black Qi is wrapped in endless killing intent, shattering the stars where it passes, and the turbulence of time and space is afraid to be affected, and they have bypassed. Gang Qi is like the eye of the abyss, annihilating all living beings in the world.

Seeing that the imprisoned monarch made a move, Yan Grief didn't dare to be careless. I saw the old monk holding the Nine Dragons Zen staff, shaking it gently, and the nine dragon heads on the Zen staff "sonorous". From the dragon's mouth, the Dao Divine Mang shot out, and the Divine Mangas were mixed with endless swastika characters, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds came out, vibrating towards the black Gang Qi.

The two force fields, one gold and one black, met in the void, emitting a dazzling light that spread across the starry sky. On the two of them, hundreds of stars exploded from the inside because they were affected by the force field, and finally shattered into meteorites and burst out in all directions. Even above Huaxia, you can still see a circular halo shrouded in the sky, which does not disperse for a long time. After the first blow, the imprisoned monarch and Yan Bei flew backwards hundreds of zhang at the same time, and the first time the two fought each other, they were evenly matched, and the fight was tied. As a junior, Yan Bei can indeed be proud of being able to not fall behind under the full force of the imprisoned monarch who has dominated the sea of stars for thousands of years.

After stabilizing his figure, the Prisoner Monarch shook his hand and whispered to himself, "If it weren't for the fact that we met that person, how could I not be the opponent of a Huaxia Guardian! It seems that I am going to perform the Supreme Strength Technique and take you down as soon as possible!" After the Prisoner Monarch finished speaking, a ray of red light appeared in his eyes.

The Imprisoned Monarch looked at Yan Bei coldly, and suddenly roared: "The flowers are blooming, all over the world, refining the common people!" With his roar, white flowers actually grew on the black horse, and those white flowers were filled with a faint bitter taste, which was extremely pungent and weird in this desolate sea of stars.

Looking at the blossoms blooming all over the practice, Yan Grief threw the Nine Dragons Zen staff into the air. He clasped his palms together, and there were words in his mouth: "The other side of the flower, swinging Kyushu, the sea of stars to punish evil!" When Yan Bei's words fell, a bright red appeared in his palm, delicate as blood, like the blood and tears of lovers.

When those red colors were stained to the time of training, they turned into flowers on the other side of the sky, blooming in the sea of stars. The flowers on the other side and the flowers bloom in the center of the two, like two brute dragons, wrestling with each other. At this moment, the charm of the imprisoned monarch as the master of the flood was revealed, and the flowers wrapped the flowers on the other side, and the sea of red flowers turned into blood and tears in the sky, sprinkled to the sea of stars. And the flower is indomitable, directly entwining the sorrow. Grimaces poked out of the stamens of the flowers, about the size of fists, with green teeth and fangs, and their eyes filled with a cruel and fierce light. They roar like cannibalistic spirits.

When the flower wrapped Yan Bei, the Nine Dragons Zen staff fell from the sky and stood in front of Yan Bei. As if he had a premonition that Yanbei was in danger, the Nine Dragons Zen staff shook slightly, and the swastika characters wrapped in Sanskrit sounds suddenly came, floating towards the white flowers. This is a confrontation between the two of them, which seems to be gorgeous, but in fact it is extremely dangerous. Although Yan Bei is the guardian of the Western Desert, when it comes to cultivation, he and the prisoner are not in the same realm at all. Although some unbelievable things had happened to the Twelve Sovereigns of the Flood Desolation, causing their cultivation to be curtailed, even so, they were not something that Yan Sorrow could resist.

The Nine Dragons Zen staff rotated faster and faster, and the chanting sound became more and more urgent. Finally, the cocoon-like chrysalis wrapped in the flower suddenly let out a roar. Everywhere the roar passed, the flowers were scattered, revealing the true face of sorrow. At this time, Yan Bei's body was covered with large and small wounds, and those wounds were as deep as the bones, reflecting this kind old man into a bloody man, extremely hideous. Although the flowers were scattered, Yan Grief was also absorbed by the grimaces in the flowers, and his vitality was greatly damaged. The flesh and blood on Yan Bei's arm had been eaten away by the grimace of the flower, and his body trembled and his expression was sluggish.

"Hmph, a little guardian of the Western Desert dares to stand up for the human world, it's really impatient. A cruel smile rose at the corner of the Prisoner Sovereign's mouth, and he looked at Yan Bei, who was seriously injured, and continued: "Do you think that my purpose is only for the Key of the Heavenly Que? You are wrong! If in the era of the flood and famine, I do hope to obtain the Key of the Heavenly Que and explore the opportunity at the end of that ancient road. But then after we met that person, I realized how ridiculous what I was looking for. And you, even more ridiculous than me, do you think that Huaxia is really a barren ancient star? At a time when all the forces of the Star Sea are disdainful of Huaxia, why do our twelve brothers and sisters still lay out the overall situation in Huaxia, haven't you thought about all this? Why did Huaxia, as a super star that stood proudly in the Star Sea, suddenly fall silent later, and why every time the ancient road was opened, it was related to the Huaxia Ancestral Star? Have you considered all of this? The reason why I declared this a barren place in the sea of stars was because I didn't want the real fate of Huaxia to be stolen by those ignorant. And the ridiculous thing about you is that you obviously have the opportunity that all the Star Sea powerhouses are afraid of, but you don't know how to use it, you are ignorant, you are too ignorant!"

Hearing the prisoner's words, Yan Bei gritted his teeth and said nothing. But in Yan Bei's mind, there was something that the other party had said when they went to that ancient place with Zhu Huang. Zhu Huang said that Huaxia is the real master of the sea of stars, but it is just depressed because of some irresistible calamities.

Seeing Yan Bei's silent expression, the Prisoner Monarch sneered and said cruelly: "However, there are some things I won't tell you, because you are not qualified to know yet. Now that you are seriously injured, let me end your life once and for all! From now on, there will be no more Western Desert Guardians in Huaxia!"

The Imprisoned Monarch had already sensed that Yan Bei was seriously injured and had no strength to fight again, so he slowly clenched his fists, and the Tu Hua bloomed again, shooting towards Yan Bei. This time, the flowers no longer grow on top of the horses, but turn into a rain of flowers, and the petals are as sharp as knives, making a sound of breaking through the sky.

Looking at the endless flowers slashing towards him, Yan Grief clasped his palms together and slowly closed his eyes. He knew that he was powerless. Before, he was bitten by the grimace of the flower, not only his vitality was greatly damaged, but the anger in those grimaces also invaded his soul, if nothing else, he died soon.

"Old monk, I'm here to help you!" Just as Yan Bei was about to accept death, a loud laugh suddenly came from behind him. Hearing those words, Yan Bei's heart was overjoyed, and he slowly opened his eyes and looked behind him. When Yan Bei turned around, he found a man in white standing behind him, who was dressed in white and was as chic as a fairy. He is as rich as jade, with a clear smile, and he is Mr. Guardian of the Northern Regions. Yan Bei felt a little strange about the arrival of Mr. Because after Mr. Zhu arrived in that ancient place with Zhu Huang, he experienced many tribulations unimaginable to ordinary people, and his black robe was already stained with blood, and his temperament changed greatly. But the gentleman in front of him was the same as before, with a heroic posture and a shallow smile, which made Yanbei a little stunned. "Could it be that Mr. has already survived the catastrophe and completely transformed?" Seeing Mr. coming to his side, Yan Bei nodded lightly, but there was a suspicion in his heart. He frowned slightly, and secretly guessed.

And when the Prisoner Monarch saw "Sir", a subtle sneer rose at the corner of his mouth. Then, he quietly took half a step back, and the flowers that were floating in the void and were rapidly slashing towards Yan Sorrow also slowed down because of his thoughts. The power is no longer at the same level as before.

"Sir, aren't you practicing there? How come you have time to return to Huaxia?" Seeing Mr. helping, Yan Bei finally breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and pointed at the gentleman, then looked up at the Prisoner Monarch and said to the gentleman. Although Mr. was a little different from him, he still chose to believe it.

"I didn't have a premonition that the old monk was in trouble, so I rushed back to help you!" Looking at Yan Bei and being defenseless against himself, "Sir" said with a smile. And when he came to Yan Bei's side, a black dagger hidden in his sleeve was also taken out. When Yan Bei looked at the imprisoned monarch, he inserted Yan Bei's back heart. Yan Bei never thought that Mr. would make a move on him. Moreover, when the dagger was inserted into the back of his heart, Yan Bei suddenly noticed a trace of abnormality, because this dagger was mixed with the aura of desolation, that is, the man in white in front of him was not a gentleman at all.

"You, who the hell are you!" Looking at the sharp edge of his chest, the corners of Yanbei's mouth were bleeding, and he wanted to reach out and slap his palms at "Sir", but the other party easily dodged it. Yan Bei's body trembled, and he pointed at the man in white in front of him, his eyes filled with angry light, and he asked word by word.

"Hahaha, originally this old monk's life was mine, but you want to come over and intervene, what's the matter, you've had enough fun in the sea of stars, and now come to snatch my head?" The Prisoner Monarch seemed to be very familiar with this "gentleman", and a slight hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he asked with a chuckle.

Hearing the words of the imprisoned monarch, and then seeing a soft smile on the corner of "sir", Yan Bei finally guessed the identity of this person. He clenched his steel teeth, looked coldly at the "sir" in front of him, and roared in a low voice: "It turned out to be you, the mirror monarch!"