Xin Zhuo didn't speak, he was just looking at the air, if he was hiding from the master of Yuanji, he had dirt in his heart, what kind of saint would he be? He wanted to see if these people could fight.

That Liang Wu's eyes rolled, pretending to be angry, and said loudly: "Who are you, who are you, you captured our disciples of the Spirit Sword Holy Sect, what do you want?" Is it an interracial spy? ”

This shout is good, and a few people who were already conspicuous were stared at by countless pairs of eyes in an instant.

More than a dozen Yuanji masters of the two super sects above also looked at it, frowning slightly, but then ignored the past, it was obviously a human race, where could there be spies on the street openly?

However, He Jiuhe was arrogant, and asked coldly: "Which sect and sect of Your Excellency, which martial arts family?" What do you want to do when you look at it so closely? After catching the spirit knife disciple, he wanted to do something. ”

He had a good relationship with Murong Bo, and he could see at a glance that something was wrong.

That Lu Zhiruo wiped the blood on her lips and frowned.

Xin Zhuo smiled: "I don't even want to do it, I'm just curious, the catastrophe of all races is imminent, if you don't deploy defenses and preserve your strength, what kind of trouble is this?" ”

"What a big breath."

An old man of the Xuance Hall was not used to Xin Zhuo talking like this, and said coldly: "You are a descendant, this matter is a personal grudge between my Xuance Hall and the Flying Sword Sect, and it has nothing to do with the catastrophe of all races, you had better leave, otherwise this matter will take your life!" ”

Xin Zhuo ignored it and suddenly looked into the distance.

There suddenly appeared a terrifying quasi-holy breath, suppressing the whole city, a phantom shadow of an old man with white hair, covering the sky and the sun, and looked at it coldly: "Where did you come from, so presumptuous, let go of my disciples, kowtow and admit your mistakes, the old man sees that in the future of the catastrophe of all races, it is the time to use people, and I will not take your life!" ”

The more than a dozen Yuanji masters of the Xuan Ce and Flying Sword Sects above immediately relaxed their breath, stepped aside, and saluted respectfully: "The juniors have seen the Spirit Sword Ancestor!" ”

"I've seen the Spirit Sword Ancestor!"

Thousands of warriors from all directions were taken aback and saluted on the spot.

"Ancestor!"

Liang Wuyi saw it, and his arrogance was instantly monstrous, "Kill this person quickly, he tried in vain to strengthen the daughter of the former head of the Qingyang Sect, but was discovered by his disciples, and stepped forward to obstruct him, he was annoyed and angry, and chased and killed, but Uncle Murong stopped him and was also injured by him." ”

Take a bite back, and the sound is full of emotion.

That Murong Bo sighed lightly, reluctantly got up, and said, "Ask the ancestor to be a disciple...... Justice! ”

Song Xinruo on the side was completely shocked, and looked at Xin Zhuo deadly, didn't he say...... Are you a friend of the Spirit Sword Ancestor?

"Crazy child!"

The Spirit Sword Ancestor's beard was all open, and he was extremely angry, "The old man has always been kind to others, and today I am afraid that I will have to open the killing ring!" ”

The figure that covered the sky and the sun instantly turned into a body like an abyssal sea, rolling up the three-color true qi and the mighty mountain lines, and for a time the entire sky was like a vast ocean, and the killing intent was monstrous.

"What a foolishness!"

A group of people in the Xuance Hall shook their heads and flew back.

Lu Zhiruo's beautiful eyes were also full of love and helplessness, and she stayed away with her peers.

"If you use great means, you will definitely die!"

Liang Wuda laughed, picked up Murong Bo, and boldly retreated into the distance.

Song Xinruo didn't know how to deal with herself, and she fell to the ground for a while.

Seeing that the "young man" was about to be crushed into dust by the quasi-saint ancestor with a finger, he saw him glance at the past lightly, and said softly: "It's the time to use people, I won't kill you, I advise you to come down and talk well!" ”

This was said by the young man who was about to be killed!!

“？”

Tens of thousands of faces in all directions were stunned.

The Spirit Knife Ancestor who came from the high altitude was also stunned, and the next moment, the pupils in a pair of old eyes contracted, the white hair stood up, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

In his gaze, although the young man had done nothing, his body was infinitely enlarged, and he was clearly alone, but he seemed to be an immortal from the primeval years, and his coercion swept all over the world.

This momentum made him almost suffocated, as if he was surrounded by the endless squeezing of the sea, his whole body was cold, and he didn't even have the strength to move.

The person became old and refined, he suddenly knew who this person was, the killing intent on his face instantly dissipated, and he became extremely respectful and well-behaved, and he fell to the ground with a "poof" and knelt down on his knees.

Withered yellow robes and pale hair, fluttering in the wind.

"Uh......"

There was silence in all directions, and Wushuangdao's eyes were full of horror, why did the Spirit Sword Ancestor ......

"Old Ancestor, what are you doing?"

Liang Wu and the others were shocked, their heads were buzzing, when had they ever seen an ancestor who had lived for five or six hundred years, groveling like this, this was simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

The old face of the Spirit Dao Ancestor trembled, he didn't dare to make a sound, and bowed his head silently.

Xin Zhuo stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and jumped into the air, the nine-colored true qi swept thousands of miles away, and the coercion of the mixed yuan saint was suppressed in all directions, and there was an ethereal murmur in the air, and the phantoms of flowers and plants and spiritual objects fell one after another, and the strange fragrance was fragrant.

Like a god.

Immediately, it was as if countless mountains were pressing down on the whole city, and the dense pavilions and buildings made an overwhelming "creaking" sound, and everyone felt a sudden sinking on their bodies, and they felt fear in the depths of their souls, this power and coercion were beyond their comprehension, as if they were going to die in the next moment.

Looking at the vision in the sky again, you are not a fool, you know who this "boy" is!

The Guardian Saint has arrived!!

Liang Wu and Murong Bo sat on the ground as if struck by lightning.

Countless warriors in all directions panicked and hurriedly bowed down: "I've seen a saint!" ”

Not far away, Hejiuhe and Lu Zhiruo felt the terrifying coercion to the extreme, and they couldn't raise their heads, and immediately bowed down, their bodies trembled, and their faces were extremely shocked, he, he was a guard saint? How does it come out?

It's not that ...... Are all saints white-haired old men and old women? Who would have thought that at such a young age?

A heart sank into the abyss.

Only that Song Xinruo was filled with endless surprises, and his face flushed, where is he familiar with the Spirit Sword Ancestor, he is ...... This place reigns supreme!

Thinking of his father's tragic death, he couldn't help crying.

High in the air, Xin Zhuo said lightly: "Does anyone else need me to invite?" ”

"Disciple doesn't dare!"

"I've seen a saint!"

In the distance, seven quasi-saints, nearly two hundred yuan extremely masters, and tens of thousands of disciples of major forces hurried from all over the houses, all with seven points of fear and three points of caution.

Dense and flowing.

When they came near, they bowed down one after another.

There are even more mortal city governors, full of armor, with local gentry and officials, who are so excited that they can't be more excited, while looking up, they are running wildly, and when they get to the front, they kneel on the ground: "Welcome the saint to the mortal!" ”

This is truly a real pilgrimage.

Not only here, but also within a radius of 800 miles, where the mortal race was, all saw the nine-colored holy light in the sky, and couldn't help but bow down one after another.

"When did the Guardian Saint arrive?"

The Flying Sword Sect's Quasi-Saint Ancestor and the others, bowing beside the Spirit Sword Ancestor, carefully transmitted the sound into the secret and asked.

The Spirit Dao Ancestor's old face trembled: "No, I don't know, who would have thought that he would be so young?" There was no momentum at all before! ”

The Flying Sword Sect Ancestor sighed lightly: "I hope it's not really young!" ”

On the side, the quasi-saint ancestor of the Xuance Hall was a woman with a hot body, and her eyes showed ecstasy: "Two brothers, don't talk nonsense, this is Xin Zhuo, the Mixed Yuan Saint, the strongest in the human saint world, we will wait...... Luckily! ”

When the Spirit Sword Ancestor, the Flying Sword Ancestor and the seven or eight quasi-saints nearby heard it, they suddenly remembered the rumors in the Northern Xinjiang, and instantly a warm current crossed their hearts, and there was vitality!

I've been guessing which saint is here these days, but I didn't expect it to be this one, wonderful!

……

High in the sky, Xin Zhuo felt a slight chill in his heart at this moment.

What!

Although there are more than 100 forces, and there are no less than 100,000 disciples, and the Flying Sword Sect and the Xuance Hall are stronger than Da Luo and Dayan back then, but the top combat power is only these eight quasi-saints and less than 200 Yuan Ji, a group of rotten eggs and rotten sweet potatoes, how can they withstand the conquest of the "Hundred Clans" on the opposite side?

If the estimation is reliable, there are at least ten saints, hundreds of quasi-saints, thousands of Yuanji and hundreds of thousands of clansmen in the "Hundred Clans", and only this kind of power can make it possible for him Xin Zhuo to sink in the sand here.

That's.

Then the sound was like a flood of bells, spreading all over the Quartet: "The war is imminent, people need to be employed, today's things, the past things, the past is not to blame, but from this moment on,

Hustle and bustle, kill!

Mutual attackers, destroy the door!

Than the brawler, kill!

Kill the desolate!

Fear the escapees, kill!

Those who do not listen to orders, kill! ”

The word "kill" fell on everyone's hearts, and no one dared to question the saint's killing heart.

"Whoa!"

The Supreme Saint and the Supreme Venerable are all respectfully promised.

The next moment, the saint said another casual sentence, crushing everyone's self-esteem to the dust-

"Actually, there is not much difference between you and you, there are millions of people in this city, Lao Tzu can be destroyed with one finger, a group of obscure things! Those would-be saints, come with me to the meeting! ”

The eight quasi-saint ancestors were in a fog, and hurriedly responded: "Huh! ”

(End of chapter)