The Holy Son who was let go had no way of knowing the abnormalities in his body, he didn't know that his every move now, what he heard and what he saw could be captured by Su Yu.

The Son was now full of joy and lying on a stretcher, and he kept urging the orc messengers: "Hurry!

The Holy Son couldn't wait to leave here and return to the Holy Mountain, he wanted to stay away from Su Yu and leave this terrifying and domineering indigenous man!

The orc messenger did not dare to offend the Holy Son, so he hurriedly nodded and agreed, and shouted that several servants ran towards the holy mountain with stretchers.

"Slow down, you're trying to kill me!"

The Holy Son screamed miserably, his eyes spurted with anger and stared at the orc messengers, the sequelae of the Wind Thunder Stick were still there, the Holy Son couldn't use the True Yuan, his legs were broken, and now he could only lie on the stretcher like a wasted man.

"Slow down!

The orc messenger hurriedly shouted.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm going to the Holy Mountain!"

The Son kept shouting.

"This.... Then hurry up. ”

The orc messenger wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shouted with a sad face.

"Slow down, my leg hurts!"

"Slow down!

"No, keep hurrying!"

MMP's holy son, it's really hard to serve!

The orc messenger wants to die.

......

Just like this, the Holy Son returned to the Holy Mountain, and was carried back to the top of the Holy Mountain.

Su Yu can see the whole picture of the holy mountain clearly with the eyes of the Holy Son, there is little fog here from the halfway up the mountainside, it has the appearance of a fairyland, and the mountain road in the middle of the mountain is a little higher, there are all kinds of palaces.

It is worth mentioning that the top of this holy mountain is very flat, and it seems that someone is busy with something on it, but due to the problem of perspective, Su Yu can't observe carefully.

Strange, why can't I feel the threat to my life now? The True Emperor Sword had clearly warned me before!

Su Yu muttered to himself in his heart: "Could it be that the Holy Mountain will only pose a threat to people other than the Holy Son?"

Just when Su Yu used the eyes of the Holy Son to observe the surroundings of the Holy Mountain, the Holy Son was also carried all the way to a luxurious palace halfway up the mountain.

There are several men and women in the palace, all of whom have extraordinary temperaments, and they all have divine light in their eyes, and they look extremely powerful.

When they saw the appearance of the injured Son, they were not only shocked.

"Yuhai! What's wrong with you!"

A beautiful woman hurriedly rushed over, her willow eyebrows slightly furrowed, full of anxiety.

"Yumei, I'm fine, it's just that my legs are useless. ”

Qin Yuhai pretended to smile strongly, and asked the servant to let him sit on the chair, and the servant did so and left respectfully.

"This Su Yu, he actually dares to bully you like this!

Qin Yumei bit her pink lip, and her big beautiful eyes were full of resentment and hatred.

Qin Yuhai is her own brother, and she naturally hates Su Yu as much as Qin Yuhai.

"Huh?"

A man stepped forward and put his hand on Qin Yuhai's wrist: "Yuhai, where is your true yuan! Why can't you feel it! Could that person surnamed Su abolish you?!"

The man's expression was extremely surprised, and his words revealed a strong contempt and contempt for Su Yu, and he opened his mouth to be surnamed Su.

"Huh, that native, how powerful is that?"

"He can actually abolish Yuhai's cultivation!"

"This is impossible! Although this world is the main plane, and the will of the plane is extremely strong, the natives here are extremely weak!"

The rest of the men and women were also shocked, they opened their mouths and closed their mouths to call Su Yu, these people are all holy sons and saints on the holy mountain, counting Qin Yuhai, there are nine holy sons and nine holy women.

From the bottom of their bones, they thought that the bloodline and identity of themselves and others were far higher than Su Yu!

"Nine Yin and Nine Yang, implying that the cultivation of true mathematics is reasonable!"

Su Yu, who was far away in the Hundred Years Old Pavilion, muttered to himself and continued to observe silently.

As for the disrespect for himself in these people's words, Su Yu just had a cold glint in his eyes, and he chose to endure it for the time being.

The most important thing is to figure out the intelligence problem first!

"He didn't hurt me!"

Qin Yuhai took a deep breath, with a hint of resentment in his tone: "Although the native, surnamed Su, seems to be strong, I estimate that he is still dominated by Gang Qi when he makes his moves, and his strength should not be as good as ours!"

In the eyes of the cultivators, the martial artist's qi is much lower than the grade of the true element!

This is a stereotype, because the strength of the martial artists in most planes is lower than that of the cultivators!

But in fact, Gang Qi and True Yuan are the same level of power, and both are origin forces that can be cultivated without restrictions and remain strong all the time.

"Then why did you end up so miserable!"

A holy son asked with a puzzled face.

"It's all because of the side of the surnamed Su, there is a mask guard with strange strength!"

Qin Yuhai roared in a low voice: "That guard has a thunder true yuan in his body, although it has turned into a gang qi, I can still feel it! Moreover, the things in his hand are very strange! It is very similar to a wind and thunder stick, and it has the wonderful effect of suppressing people's true yuan!"

"Wind Thunder Stick!"

There was a holy son who couldn't help but exclaim.

Legend has it that in a certain powerful immortal realm, the thunder god there is a wind and thunder stick, and his strength is comparable to that of a quasi-saint!

"I guess it's not the original form of the Wind Thunder Stick, it's probably a fake. ”

Qin Yuhai sneered and said, "Because I think it shouldn't take two days for me to recover the True Yuan." ”

If it was a real wind and thunder stick, Qin Yuhai might not be able to condense the true yuan for the rest of his life, and the innate supreme treasure had such terrifying power!

In fact, Qin Yuhai didn't know that the reason why he still had hope of recovering his strength was because Su Yu secretly instructed Lei Zhenzi to do so, and Su Yu wanted a holy son who had fully recovered his strength to be his eyeliner, not a crippled holy son.

After all, Su Yu at that time didn't know whether Qin Yuhai would be valued by the Holy Mountain after he was crippled and weak, if he couldn't, he would cut off the source of a clue in vain, which was naturally not cost-effective.

At this time, Qin Yuhai decided that the wind thunder stick in Lei Zhenzi's hand was just a fake, and it had some supernatural power similar to the legendary innate treasure.

"It seems that the natives of this world should not be underestimated, there are masters who can hurt the Jade Sea, and there are magical treasures!"

After Qin Yuhai told them something about Lei Zhenzi and Su Yu, a saint woman sighed with a somewhat solemn expression.

"What should not be underestimated! As Yuhai said just now, that masked guard is at most a little stronger than him, and he is nothing more than relying on his speed to sneak attack Yuhai successfully! If we go together, what bullshit Su Yu, what garbage guards! We will suppress and kill them all, and then take away the fake wind and thunder stick!"

A holy son sneered, full of murderous aura, treating Su Yu like a pig and a dog, suppressing and killing all in one thought.

Hearing this, several holy sons nodded in agreement.

"Yes, let's go down the mountain and kill the native emperor!"

"Let him see how powerful the Daomen is!"

"The holy mountain cannot be bullied, and the holy son must not be humiliated!"

"We must let him know that his so-called strength and confidence are nothing more than a frog in a well in our eyes, and the natives are too weak! The natives are destined to become our slaves!"

Among them, the one who shouted the most was Qin Yuhai, he really hoped that these brothers and sisters could help him take revenge, it was best to catch Su Yu and let him kneel in front of him and beg, so that this hateful indigenous emperor could see his insignificance and weakness!

Hundred-year-old Pavilion Restaurant, Su Yu really wanted to laugh, as a master of nine times the combat power of the Tribulation Period, he was actually despised by a group of cultivators in the Yuan Infant Stage?

His ontological strength is stronger than that of these Holy Sons and Holy Maidens, and he has reached a full six cultivation realms!

Su Yu sneered: "Say that I am a frog in the well? and still want to kill me? I don't know who killed whom when the time comes!"

I really don't know, if this group of holy sons killed in front of Su Yu, only to find that Su Yu's strength was as terrifying as the sea, and when they had the supreme power to tear the holy son with their bare hands, what kind of expressions would they have?

The third more.

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