On the plains beyond the Holy Mountain. The people of the blood clan have little hope for the return of "Tondoru", and the voices of sighs and sighs are endless.

The four elders of Fengwu got together, and their faces were also solemn.

The brute bear said in a low voice: "Ah Qing...... Will it be ......"

Flower Snake interrupted: "You see Ah Qing's relaxed posture when he spoke that day, he must have enough confidence and certainty!"

The old man said, "However, he is facing the Holy King after all...... For many generations, none of the people who challenged the Holy King won......"

Grandma Feng Chime said thoughtfully: "Ah Qing, this child is different, maybe he can create miracles." He added: "If Ah Qing loses, don't tell little Attu that he has come, lest she cause some sadness." ”

Manxiong nodded and said, "That little girl has been out for a few years this time, and she is estimated to be back soon!"

......

The apse of the Holy Mountain.

With a muffled sound, the body of the Holy King was shot backwards and flew away, hitting the wall, a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and the halberd in his hand fell to the ground.

Before his body fell, one of Mu Qing's fox claws had already grabbed his neck and nailed it to the wall......

"Huh-" The Holy King let out a miserable howl, and grabbed Mu Qing's fox claws with both hands, but the fox claws were like golden hoops.

At this moment, the Saint King's "Blood Magic Eye" could not be maintained, and the vertical eye gradually closed, and the blue streamer in the space disappeared, leaving only a piece of blood red.

"Don't kill me!" said the Holy King.

"Isn't it a little late to admit defeat now?!" Mu Qing sneered.

"You want to know why the Soul Clan helped me, I'll tell you. Actually, I don't know the reason myself, after I took over as the Holy King, a voice sounded in my ears, asking me to go to the Soul Clan's holy mountain Babel, I went, and then, they took me to the Soul Washing Pool...... Also gave me a lot of benefits......"

"However, I didn't betray my clansmen, I devoured the essence and blood, cultivation and origin of my clansmen, just to pull out that sword, only by pulling out that sword, can I have the strength to fight against the Soul Clan......'s Holy King! I'm also for our bloodline...... Sacrificing some clansmen is also a last resort......"

Mu Qing nodded slightly, and said, "If you say that, you can also be regarded as a qualified Saint King, don't worry, I will be more suitable for this position than you, so I will accept your essence and cultivation as a gift!"

After speaking, a sinister smile hung on the corner of Mu Qing's mouth, and the blood magic eyes moved, and the Holy King was wrapped in a ball of blood light, and the essence blood slowly overflowed from the pores, turning into wisps and falling towards Mu Qing......

......

After more than a dozen breaths, the Saint King had turned into a dried corpse, and his essence blood, cultivation, and origin power were wiped out by Mu Qing.

With such a huge power entering the body, Mu Qing burst out with a wild roar, and the magic method was wildly urged, and the holy power in his body flowed like a river, sweeping the meridians of the whole body with the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying......

With this huge energy, Mu Qing flew away, smashed the stone door with one punch, went straight into the front hall, and came to the side of the tomb dragon sword, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the holy power, soul power, and physical power surged towards the long sword at the same time......

"Give me—"

With a wild roar, the entire holy mountain trembled......

......

Babel, the sacred mountain of the Soul Clan.

The soul king put two fingers on his forehead, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't stop saying, "Good job, good job! Little guy! Work harder! You're going to succeed! You're going to succeed—"

......

The blood clansmen waiting on the plains finally couldn't bear it anymore, and each brought his own tribesmen and prepared to leave. At this moment, there was a loud "boom" in the air, and the ground trembled under his feet. Everyone looked suspicious and turned their heads to look in the direction of the holy mountain.

I saw that the majestic sacred mountain Mangtu thirty miles away was like a warrior who was taking off his armor, and a large area of mountain rocks slowly fell off and fell down the hillside, with a monstrous sound.

"Holy Mountain...... The holy mountain is about to collapse!" I don't know who exclaimed.

At the same time, everyone realized that this holy mountain Mangtu, which has existed for hundreds of millions of years, is still standing after countless years of baptism...... It's collapsing!

"What's going on!!" the Great Shaman Blood Bat turned to glaring at the four elders of Fengwu, and from the sentence that the brute bear shouted just now, he vaguely sensed that the four of them seemed to know something hidden.

The brute bear didn't know what was going on, and looked at the blood bat with a blank expression.

"Oh-" The crowd suddenly stirred, and the blood bat turned its head to look at the holy mountain, only to see that the holy mountain was shaking even more violently, especially on the mountainside, where countless large and small mountain rocks flew up......

"Boom-" Another loud bang came, and a ring of concussive power suddenly burst out from the mountainside of the holy mountain, affecting the high-altitude flowing clouds, forming a circle of cloud waves, spreading out in all directions!

Immediately afterwards, the upper half of the holy mountain could no longer hold on, like the collapse of a building, like the collapse of an anthill, and collapsed with a bang......

That wave of air swept up the sand and rocks, implicating several surrounding peaks and crumbling with the rocks, and quickly crossed a distance of thirty miles to the plain where the blood clansmen were.

For a time, the smoke and dust were all over the sky, the gravel was flying, the earth under the feet was cracked, the wind and clouds in the sky changed color, rows of ancient trees were broken in unison, and the birds and beasts in the mountains scattered and fled, a scene of the sky collapsing and the earth sinking!

......

After the smoke and dust passed through the border and the arrogance rested for a while, the blood clans looked at the holy mountain again, where was there any trace of the holy mountain? I saw that the clouds and mountains were covered in fog in the mountains, and only a little golden light went straight to the sky!

Everyone's minds were blank when they were shocked by the sight in front of them, and someone fell to his knees with a "poof" and shouted loudly: "Heaven is going to kill my blood clan-"

Those high-ranking shamans knew more than ordinary clansmen, and one by one they stared at the golden light that stood straight between heaven and earth, and their faces were indescribably complex.

They all guessed a possibility: the sword had been drawn, and the sword of the Bloodline's inheritance, the Grave Dragon Sword, had been drawn!

If this is the case, the fall of this holy mountain is not a sign of impending doom, but a sign of hope for the entire blood clan!

The four elders glanced at each other, with both surprise and doubt in their eyes, they were still worried about Mu Qing's duel challenging the Saint King. However, the scene in front of him can only be that the Tomb Dragon Sword has been pulled out, and whoever pulls it out indicates that a great change that has never been seen before is coming!

Ah Qing?

Or the Holy King?

Each of these two is more mysterious and weird than the other......

What will be the fate of the Bloodline......

......

Suddenly.

The golden light converged and disappeared, and a ray of light flew in......

"Sure enough!" a voice rang out in the hearts of those high-ranking shamans at the same time.

Someone took the lead and knelt on the ground, bowing to the place where the light came from with the highest level of etiquette of the blood clan, and shouted: "Welcome to the Holy King, congratulations to the Holy King for obtaining the sword of my blood inheritance and becoming the true saint king-"

More people knelt down and shouted in unison, "Welcome to the King of the True Saints—"

......

Soon, a young man's voice came from mid-air, saying, "Heh, I'm afraid that everyone will be in a mess, and I'm in a hurry to come, but now it seems that I have thought too much." ”

When the blood clan heard these words, they couldn't help but look up at the same time, and they couldn't help but be shocked at the same time, and the expressions on everyone's faces were even more varied.

I saw a fair-skinned, black-haired "monster" in mid-air naked, with only a beast skin skirt around his lower body, and a huge dark gold broad-bladed sword in his hand that was extremely incommensurate with his figure, smiling and looking down at everyone!

"You, what are you!"

"Where did the monster come from?"

"What you have in your hand, but it's the treasure of my clan's inheritance?"

"What about the Holy King, what about Tondoru?"

For a while, all the blood clans were in a mess, and they got up one after another, shouting and jumping at Mu Qing.

Mu Qing smiled, raised his hand and rubbed his chin, and said, "Tongduolu is fine, I locked him up, but the former Saint King...... Defeated by my challenge, I killed him. According to the ancient system of our blood clan, I will naturally succeed to the position of the Holy King, right?"