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"Ninety-nine Holy Thunder Tribulation, this Han Shengqi is actually going to cross the Tribulation and enter the Holy Tribulation!"

"My God, this Han Shengqi came out of retreat, how far has his cultivation reached!"

"Han Shaohuang has already entered the Holy Realm, plus this Han Shengqi, among the younger generations of the first vein branch, there are two Holy Realms!"

"That's wrong, there is also a Han Wuyi, his ranking is even higher than Han Shengqi, maybe he will also enter the saint this time!"

The appearance of the clouds made everyone in the audience in an uproar, and no one thought that after Han Shaohuang, there would be someone in this clan today, and they were still people from the first branch. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the high platform, the smile on Han Jiang's face became a little thicker, calm and unhurried, as if he had expected it.

Compared with him, Han Cang and the other five people's faces were a little unsightly.

Han Cang and Han Ping, these two branches of the veins are already not dealing with Han Jiang and the other four veins, even if one Han Shaohuang enters the sainthood, now there is one more Han Shengqi, how can they be happy?

As for the other three veins, although they are the same as Han Jiang's vein, they also belong to the radical faction, but it does not mean that the relationship between their four veins is very good, and if there are interests, there will naturally be competition.

"Sure enough, I still can't compete with them!" Han Qingshan shook his head with a wry smile.

Although he had expected such a result, he still couldn't accept it when he really saw it at this time.

Song Yidao, Donghuangzhi and others also sighed, and among the younger generation, they were thrown away.

As for Han Qianfeng and others. is pale, such a result is obviously beyond their expectations.

Han Chen shook his head and didn't say anything, because there was nothing to say, Han Shengqi became a saint. This is his chance, but also his strength, which cannot be changed.

"Hahaha..."

In front of the ancestral hall, Han Shengqi laughed loudly, the golden-red pillar of light had dissipated and was taken back, and the aura on his body was surging wildly, and it was constantly rising. Constantly pounding on the barrier.

"Clan Elder, can you protect the Dharma for your descendants?" Han Shengqi turned his head to look at the seven clan elders and said with a smile.

There are so many people here, if he crosses the catastrophe, he will definitely not care about anything else, if there is a mistake, it will be the end of death and fall, he has to be careful.

At this time, the faces of the seven clan elders. No longer indifferent as before, but a smile was revealed. The patriarch who had presided over this grand event before nodded and said, "This is natural, with me and the other seven here, you can rest assured that no one will threaten you!"

As he spoke, the old man turned his head into the crowd. Those powerhouses of the ancient sect swept over them one by one, their eyes were cold, and their meaning was self-evident.

"Okay, if you have the words of the clan elder, then the descendants will be relieved!"

Han Shengqi laughed. With his feet on the ground, he rose to the sky and began to cross the catastrophe.

Crash!

And at this moment, the water splashed in the blood pool, and Han Qianjun, who had supported him to the end, finally rushed out.

"Tribulation of the clouds?

Stepping on the sky, Han Qianjun didn't have time to catch his breath, he suddenly felt the majestic heavenly might, and when he looked up, his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Han Qianjun, in the pool of blood, what if you are better than me? Today I will enter the Holy Realm, and you are still under the Holy Realm, stepping on you like an ant!"

Han Shengqi lowered his head, looked at Han Qianjun, and let out a long laugh, extremely arrogant.

Hearing this, Han Qianjun's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and at the same time, a sense of frustration also rose in his heart.

yes, he held out to the end and outperformed everyone, so what?

Han Shengqi became a saint, when will he be able to become a saint?

"Han Qianjun, come first to bow and worship, don't interfere with the tribulation!" At this time, the voice of the old man came.

The voice was cold, completely different from the attitude towards Han Shengqi just now.

"Damn!" On the high platform, Han Cang's face was ugly, and he cursed secretly in his heart.

These seven clan elders, although they are the last barrier of the Han clan, have all lived for nearly 10,000 years, and the time is too long, and they have very weak feelings for the disciples in the clan, and they care about the rise and fall of the Han clan, not individuals.

Han Cang had long known this in his heart, but at this time, seeing such a big contrast between the two of them, he couldn't help but feel a trace of anger in his heart.

High in the sky, Han Qianjun, who heard the voice of the old clan, had bitterness at the corner of his mouth, didn't say anything, slowly fell, and knelt three times and bowed nine times in front of the ancestral hall to make sacrifices.

Airplanes!!

In the ancestral hall, the spirit positions in the fifth row all shook together, and then burst out with a dazzling, extremely thick pillar of golden-red light, completely enveloping Han Qianjun.

"Fifth row?

"That's right, I saw it too!"

"So, Han Qianjun supported the fifth pillar of incense?"

"How is this possible, Han Shengqi is only the fourth pillar of incense, and Han Qianjun has actually supported the fifth pillar of incense, is the bloodline in his body really much stronger than Han Shengqi?"

Looking at this scene, there was a commotion in the crowd, and some people who were originally looking up to see Han Shengqi's crossing of the tribulation also withdrew their eyes and looked at Han Qianjun and the ancestral hall.

Even the clan elders looked at it with surprise on their faces.

The fifth row of spiritual positions, but it is already very rare, every grand event in the clan, can touch the fifth row of spiritual positions, baptismal gifts, no more than ten people, I can't imagine that this Han Qianjun actually did it.

Under the shroud of that golden-red pillar of light, Han Qianjun's body was consumed and injured, and he recovered in an instant, and then the aura around his body was agitated, and he began to climb wildly.

The peak of the Heavenly Venerable, the early stage of the Holy Venerable, the late stage of the Holy Venerable, the peak of the Holy Venerable...

"What's going on?

"The breath is still rising, it's impossible, is he going to be a saint?"

"It's... This aura is already stronger than the peak of the Holy Venerable, and it is still climbing, is it... Could it be..."

Everyone's eyes widened, staring at Han Qianjun tightly, their faces full of shock.

Thundered...

Above the sky, in the midst of the heavy clouds, there was suddenly a rumbling thunderous sound, and the explosion sounded.

Then I saw a stream of calamity clouds, appearing out of thin air, next to the calamity clouds, condensed, one after another thunder dragons roared and flashed, and the sky was mighty, pouring down.

"Robbery... Cloud!"

"It's another calamity cloud, this Han Qianjun has really become a saint!"

"How is this possible..."

This time, there was a complete uproar in the crowd, and those powerhouses of the ancient sect looked at each other, and they all saw the horror in each other's eyes.

Two people, sanctified at the same time!

"Sanctified, Qianjun is also holy!" Han Qianfeng clenched his fists, only to feel a breath in his chest, wanting to roar out.

Just now, Han Shengqi despised him, and the clan elder treated him coldly, and now, Han Qianjun has also become a saint.

"Han Shengqi, who dares to say that Han Qianjun is inferior to you!!"

The aura around his body was frantically agitated, and Han Qianjun's long hair was flying, raising his head and yelling.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )