Episode 5: The Road of the Emperor

Chapter 455 Encountering the island master Xuanwu again, he vomited blood, he struggled to get up, his eyes were very cold, and the blazing divine lightning shot out, and he walked forward again.

"Boom"

This time, he received nineteen blows in a row, all of which were hit by the far superior Ancestor King, and he spurted blood so loudly that even the black tortoise shell had a few cracks.

"Bang"

This time, the turtle fell to the ground and struggled to get up.

The Seven Ancient Kings stood still and towered in front of them like ice that would not melt for eternity, and one of them did not open his mouth with any mood fluctuations, and said, "When a great clan needs a turtle to maintain its poor dignity, is it far from extinction?"

As soon as this sentence came out, all the human races changed color, it was like a knife stabbed into everyone's heart, even the most forbearant people, they couldn't help but roar out at this time!

Many people's hearts are blocked, and they can't help but want to look up to the sky and howl.

"The beginningless is dead, and you have no one to count on!" was another cold word.

At this time, everyone wants to rush forward, even if they die, they want to fight and fight.

However, they sadly found that it seemed that they did not even have such qualifications, the difference was too far away, not an order of magnitude.

"Do you rely on this turtle, can he still fight, and can he still maintain the last trace of your ridiculous dignity?"

At this moment, everyone's blood was surging, and they couldn't wait to rush over immediately.

It would be nice if there was a great sage of the human race descending from the sky at this time! This is the hope of all people in despair.

"The Grand Gathering of All Races is a joke, are there people who are equal to us, how can it be held?!"

Everyone was like ashes, but they were powerless to refute, and there was no strong person of the same level to talk to them at all, which made people angry and helpless.

"Knock"

Suddenly, there was a footstep sound at the end of heaven and earth, which combined with the pulse of this world and clearly entered people's hearts.

The setting sun was like blood, sprinkling the sky with red brilliance, staining the earth with a layer of red.

At the end of that heaven and earth, a tall figure was walking step by step, he was dressed in white and snow, heroic, and moving forward firmly.

This is a saint, belonging to the human race, heroic and peerless!

A true Terran Sage!

Many of the Terran monks present actually cried at this moment, I don't know whether they were excited, happy, or aggrieved, and they burst into tears.

The human race relied on a turtle to maintain the last dignity, making them miserable to death, and being ruthlessly uncovered by several ancient kings, it was more uncomfortable than a knife cut, and now I finally saw a saint who belonged to the human race.

He blends with heaven and earth, dressed in white without a trace of dust, otherworldly, handsome face, resolute face, peerless demeanor, like the birth of a fairy king.

The cold prison palace was also excited, and after seeing this person, even he couldn't help but burst into tears.

In the setting sun, a man in white was walking step by step, and the sunset sprinkled on his body, dyed with a layer of divine brilliance, making him otherworldly.

His appearance touched everyone's hearts, and many people roared out, and the contempt of the seven ancestral kings from the bottom of their hearts made everyone feel aggrieved.

This is a face that looks heroic and young, but the vicissitudes in those eyes indicate that he is no longer a young man.

A snow-white shirt fluttering in the wind, stepping on the sunset, like a dream, the elegance of the moment, the peerless posture, makes people want to kneel down and worship.

It wasn't coercion, it was an emotional excitement that people shouted.

"Saint!"

"A saint who belongs to my human race!"

When I said goodbye back then, it had been almost seventeen or eighteen years, and the eyes of the cold prison palace were sour, and I didn't expect to see the owner of Soul Power Island here.

He was able to get to this point today, all of which was given by the owner of Soul Power Island, helping him to continue the path of the Holy Body, washing the Great Dao with the blood of the gods, and helping him break through.

It can be said that all of this is now that the island master of Soul Power Island exchanged his life for him, otherwise he may not be able to see everyone.

"Island Master ......" Leng Prison Palace's voice trembled, his steps were unsteady, and he walked forward.

Back then, the god king sang a tragic song, the hero was in the twilight, he went alone, entered the great wilderness, and only wanted to die, which made him extremely sad, but he was powerless to help anything.

Now, finally seeing him appear in the world again, the cold prison palace was extremely excited in his heart, because the god king was the person he respected the most.

The god king is full of white hair, as crystal as snow, and hides his body, and his appearance is peerless. As soon as he appeared, he gave people the feeling that a majestic mountain could be held up, like an immortal pillar supporting the sky.

Many people were excited, many people were quietly wiping away their tears, their eyes were red, they had been suppressed for so long, and everyone was extremely looking forward to having a Terran saint coming.

The Seven Ancestral Kings also had to turn back, and when they saw this extraordinary person, everyone's heart jumped, and their indifferent expressions were stunned.

The "God King ......" cold prison palace arrived in front of him, and he bowed to pay respects, almost choked up, and his feelings were sincere.

"Get up!" the owner of Soul Power Island pulled him up with his own hands.

The white clothes are picturesque, and the supreme style of the past seems to be still in front of them, which makes people's hearts surge. There are many kings in the world, but there is only one white-clothed island master in the world who has been crowned with the word peerless.

The setting sun dyed the heavens and the earth red, and the god king was full of brilliance, standing there, illuminating everyone's heart, making people feel that he alone could hold up the whole sky.

"Owner!"

"Peerless Island Master!"

At this moment, I don't know who shouted first, and everyone else shouted and shouted together, and the sound shook the heavens and the earth.

At this desperate juncture, the arrival of a person had such an effect, arousing everyone's enthusiasm and making many ancient clans terrified.

And the seven primeval kings also showed different colors, their eyes flashing with a ghostly light, and they watched quietly.

The owner of the island is a very unfortunate person, he became famous as a young man, he was an early immortal, and he became a king, but he was jealous of his talents, and he was trapped in the purple mountain for four thousand years.

After returning, everything has changed, the hero's life, but it is twilight, dying of old age, there is nothing more painful than this, it is invincible, but waiting for life to come to an end.

And what is even more tragic is that the beloved died to save him, and he watched, with such vicissitudes of life and experience, the cold body of the colorful cloud fairy in his arms turned gray in that bleak sunset.

But anyone who understands the life of the island owner will feel emotional, sad for him, unhappy for him, and ill-fated, and a man who will make others feel heartache.

When he was young, he killed the Sun Monarch who had already entered the realm of Dacheng among the twin kings of Zhongzhou. And not long ago, the battle of the barbarian iron cavalry on the northern plains revealed that he had killed and injured the dark demon king of the Wang family, which made him lose his confidence in preaching.

How many unknown past events are there that he did when he was young? With such a brilliant record, if he hadn't wasted 4,000 years, what would he have grown up into?

Whenever I think of it, it will make people sigh and feel sorry for the God King, this is the real genius of Tianzhong!

"Finally, a saint has come out. An ancient king spoke indifferently.

The scene was quiet, and people were paying attention to the white-clothed king in the field, perhaps it should be called the white-clothed saint.

However, psychologically, people prefer to call themselves the white-clothed island master, which is no longer an achievement, but a unique title.

"A saint who is not like ordinary people. The only man among the Seven Ancient Kings who had never spoken spoke, frowned slightly, and said, "How do you call you?"

"The Lord of Soul Island. The God-King spoke calmly, and there was a god in his eyes, shining like the sunset.

He doesn't have the aura of a saint, let alone the power of a man, but standing there, he can be equal to the seven ancient kings, and he has no weakness at all.

This is everyone's feeling, I don't know if it's an illusion or an illusion, my heart has become extremely sure, and when the owner of Soul Power Island comes, it's like a sea god needle, which makes people feel at ease.

"Why...... I feel that you are different from other sages?" an ancient king's indifferent expression faded, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

"It's different, you and I are of different races, and the way of testimony is also different. The owner said lightly.

"No, what kind of Tao you have attained is definitely stronger than ordinary saints. The ancient king said in a deep voice.

Everyone present was surprised, especially the primeval clans, and even their hearts were pounding, being able to make this ancient king say such a thing was enough to show that the white-clothed saint in front of him was stronger than him.

"Times are different, and every Terran Sage is different. The island lord of Soul Power Island said flatly.

However, as soon as these words came out, they were like a thunderbolt, which shocked several ancient kings present, and their faces changed for the first time.

For the others, only a few figured out the meaning, and then they were shocked.

This is the post-desolate era, which has long been different from the past, heaven and earth can hardly tolerate the appearance of saints, no one can preach, even the king is almost invisible!

Over the years, it has been an era of despair for the amazing and brilliant monks, who have no resources but can't cut the way, live their lives empty, have gray hair, empty and sad, but can't succeed.

It was different before the primeval times, when the rules of heaven and earth did not change, kings were not uncommon, and saints and all major clans would have them, and it was much easier to cultivate than now.

In the world, the kings of Dacheng are as rare as a rarity, and the difficulty of sanctification is only higher than that of ancient times.

Over the years, the people who can cut the path of immortal three are amazing, and each person has their own unique path, which is facilitated by various great opportunities and cannot be copied.

How strong will and talent does it take to take that step against heaven in such a situation where sanctification is not permitted?

Each of the saints who have been accomplished in this context is incomparable and unique!

Even if they were only the first to step in, it would be terrible, because they were kings of saints, and they succeeded in the most unlikely of conditions!

Who is the owner of Soul Power Island? He was crowned with the word "peerless", and he was a king himself, coupled with this difficult background condition, then he deservedly could be called the king of kings!

"Times are different......," an ancient king muttered to himself, and horror swelled in his heart.

The Terran saints are almost invisible, but as long as one jumps out, it is super amazing and terrifying, which makes them jealous in their hearts.

"The grand meeting of all races is about to begin, don't you want to go in and sit down?" the island owner invited, his white hair was like snow, his posture was heroic, and his words were peaceful and upright.

"It's not worth going in and sitting, what kind of event is it if there is no one who can sit on an equal footing?

An ancient king's ruthless uncovering of scars made many human monks angry, but they were powerless to refute it, if it weren't for the arrival of the Jiang God King, it would really be like this.

"How about I sit down with you and talk about it?" said the Lord of Soul Power Island.

"You are extraordinary, and you are about to receive the lesson, let's talk about it after passing our level first!" an ancient king stepped forward and made a move.