As for what happened in the Far Middle Realm, everyone in the Yaochi Holy Land in the Northern Regions did not know.

Only Tang Hao seemed to be aware, but he didn't think much about it.

He knew who the familiar breath of the distant sky was.

The entire Beidou and even other star fields can be reached with just one thought, not to mention that Qinghe's strength has reached the apex of the world here, and no one can hurt her.

Even if those legendary characters are revived, there is still a sword intent that reaches the sky.

The scene in front of him is the focus of Tang Hao's viewing.

Fifteen ancestral kings joined forces to descend on Yaochi, and the entire human race was crushed by the ancestral king's momentum to suffocation.

The air of despair was pervasive, and even the barbarian king was sad.

But it's one thing to be desperate in your heart, and you can't say nothing.

After taking a deep breath, as the strongest person on the bright side of the Terran camp, the Barbarian King slowly took a step forward, breaking the dead silence present.

"Everyone has joined forces to come to Yaochi, why don't you come in and talk."

Although the voice was calm, it inevitably carried a hint of trembling.

There's no way, the barbarian king is just a slashing realm now, if it weren't for the breath of Xuanwu falling above his head, he wouldn't even be able to take that step!

No matter which world you are, the higher the realm, the greater the gap between each realm!

Don't look at the gap between the Dao and the saint, but the gap is simply indescribable!

In the face of the barbarian king's inquiry, the fifteen ancestral kings still did not speak.

This kind of ignorance has made the human race unable to even get angry, there is no way, the gap is too big, the ignorance of these fifteen ancestral kings is not pretending, but it is the truth.

The Terrans simply cannot talk to them on an equal footing!

"Huh, let's talk? What to talk about? ”

Finally, it was the Emperor of Heaven who opened his mouth instead of the fifteen ancestral kings, he looked at the barbarian king on the Spirit Peak, and his tone was cold and calm, "The grand meeting of all races should be for all races to sit down and talk about major events in the world, but you human races don't seem to have this qualification. ”

"At least... Not yet. ”

At this point, heaven and earth fell into dead silence again.

On the top of the Spirit Peak, the barbarian king opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he just lowered his head weakly.

yes, the Terrans seem to ...... I'm really not qualified to sit down and talk with all the peoples.

Looking at the barbarian king who lowered his head, a kind of sadness surged in the hearts of all the human races present, they wanted to reprimand as loudly as before, but when the words came to their lips, they were forcibly blocked by suppressed emotions.

The words of the emperor were cold, but they were also realistic, and they could not refute them.

Until now, the human race has not had a single saint except for Ye Fan's holy body remains.

And Xuanwu, in the final analysis, is just a divine beast, and it has nothing to do with the human race.

Such a big gap makes the blood in the hearts of the human race extremely cold, and there is no trace of fluctuation.

In the stone forest, Ye Fan was silent, Duan De was silent, and the two brothers and sisters of the Ji family, the prince of Great Xia, and the Tianjiao of the major human races were also silent.

Even Li Changqing, who was standing beside Ye Fan, and the Holy Maiden of Yaochi were also silent.

Although they asked themselves that their talent was the best in the Eastern Wilderness, and they asked themselves that they would definitely be able to break through the path and set foot in the saints in the future, but now, they are still only the second immortal, or the third immortal.

The Gu Clan, on the other hand, has more than twenty Ancestral Kings!

Tang Hao's gaze swept up and down Yaochi, but the corners of his mouth were inexplicably smiling.

He knew that the current glory of the ancient race was derived from the Divine Source Seal, and the human race was actually not weak, not weak at all.

Now these ancestral kings of the ancient clan, and even the saint kings and great sages who appeared later, are nothing more than those who were sealed into the divine source in ancient times and survived until now.

And the human race used to have many, many strong people, but those strong people were either disdainful of themselves, or they followed the emperor to fight in the forbidden area for future generations, and there are almost no strong people who have survived to the present.

Now is the post-ancient era, and heaven and earth are no longer ancient times.

The aura is lacking, the avenue is sluggish, the rules of heaven and earth have changed greatly, and it is difficult for the creatures in the world to become holy.

Now, the power of the Sendai Second Realm can become the master of the Holy Land, which is enough to show how harsh the conditions for cultivation are.

Ye Fan, Li Changqing, and Yaochi Holy Maiden, these people may have become saints in ancient times, and even reached the Great Sage, but now the highest is only a half-step saint.

If these ancestors of the ancient clan did not appoint themselves, maybe they would not be as good as the human race now.

But it is precisely because of the harsh rules of today, that those who can be sanctified in this situation are all amazing characters!

The reason why the white-clothed God King was named peerless was because he successfully cut the path in this most difficult era of sanctification!

And in this era, each of the sainted characters is a unique existence between heaven and earth, and it is not too easy to kill the self-proclaimed ancestor king in ancient times!

"Senior... Is there really no saint in the Terrans? ”

In the stone forest, the Holy Goddess of Yaochi was in a downturn, and Tang Hao asked in confusion when she looked at her side.

Now only Tang Hao can give birth to a glimmer of hope in her heart.

"Hehe, the times are different, and now the human race wants to become holy, it is estimated that it is countless times more difficult than in ancient times."

Tang Hao smiled, and his voice suddenly became a little teasing, "But that's exactly the case, the saints of the human race are almost invisible, but as long as one appears, it is an incredible existence, and it is estimated that the strength displayed will make those ancestral kings scared half to death." ”

Times are different?

Hearing Tang Hao's words, the Holy Maiden of Yaochi muttered to herself, her expression did not change at all, "So, as long as one of us can break through to the saint, can we change all this?" ”

"But how easy is it to break through the saints? Will the Ancients give us time? ”

His eyes subconsciously looked at the shaking light on the side, and among all the Tianjiao present now, the one with the highest realm was Li Changqing.

"What the predecessors said is right, for example, today's rules are completely different from those of the primeval period, and it is difficult to break through in a short time!"

Facing the gaze of the Holy Maiden of Yaochi, Li Changqing shook his head and said bitterly.

Is there really no saint in the Terrans?

Except for Tang Hao, no one knows.

At this time, all the ancient clans looked at the human race with a hint of contempt.

Even those Terran sect leaders were not looked upon by them.

This is the confidence brought by the strength of the race, although the ancient tribes who have come to Yaochi now are not as exaggerated as the ten thousand races, but there are more or less hundreds of kinds.

And among these hundreds of races, there are almost more than twenty clans with ancestral kings!

Although there are no other races, there are many in the realm of the Immortal Three Slashing Dao.

With such a difference in strength, the human race, the organizer of the grand event of all races, has become a joke.

As the emperor said, your human race doesn't even have a saint of your own race who is equal to them, so what else is there to talk about?

It's better to obediently give up the territory and become a subsidiary of all races.

On top of a spiritual peak, the Holy Lord of Yaochi clenched her fists, even if she controlled the imperial soldiers, she still couldn't change the status quo in front of her!

After all, you can't let all the Terrans hide in the Yao Pond all the time and not go out, right?

The gap in hard power, even if it is an imperial soldier, cannot be bridged!

There are tens of thousands of living beings in the entire Yao Pond, but now, the needles in the Yao Pond can be heard.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere of despair intensified.

Above the firmament, the Emperor looked at the people at his feet, and did not show the same disdain as the other ancient clans.

At this time, his brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze continued to sweep over all corners of Yaochi, as if he was looking for something, "Am I worrying too much?" ”

"It's hard to be an adult... Is there really no saint? ”