Chapter 967 – The Might of Saints, Even Paramount Saints are like ants!
Chapter 967 – The Might of Saints, Even Paramount Saints Are Like Gryphons
Xin Zhuo didn’t say anything, he was just looking at the mid-air, what kind of saint would he be if he was hiding from the Yuanji experts and had dirt in his heart? He would like to see if these people fight or not.
That Liang Wu’s eyes rolled, pretended to be furious and shouted, “Who the hell are you, what do you intend to do after catching our Spirit Blade Sacred Sect disciples? Are you a spy of a foreign race?”
This shout was good, the already conspicuous few people were instantly stared at by countless pairs of eyes.
The dozen or so Yuanji experts from the two super sects above also looked down, frowning slightly, but then they ignored it, it was clearly a human race, where was a spy appearing on the street openly?
However, Crane Jiuhe was furious and asked coldly, ”Your Excellency which clan or school, which martial arts family’s people? What do you want to do by watching from such a close distance? What do you want to do when you’ve captured a Spirit Sword disciple.”
He was on good terms with Murong Bo and saw at a glance that something was wrong.
That Lu Zhiruo wiped the blood from her lips and also frowned.
Xin Zhuo laughed: “Even don’t want to do, just curious, ten thousand races great calamity is coming, all of you don’t arming, preserving strength, what’s the fuss about?”
“What a big mouth.”
A xuanze hall of the old man is not accustomed to xinzhuo this way of talking, coldly said: “you this young man, this matter is my xuanze hall and flying sword clan personal grudge, and the great tribal robbery has nothing to do, you better leave, otherwise this matter is over, will take your life!”
Xin Zhuo did not pay attention and suddenly looked into the distance.
There suddenly appeared a horrible quasi-saint breath, suppressing the whole city, an old man’s shadow with a white beard and hair, covering the sky and the sun, coldly looked at a glance: “Where is the kid, so reckless, put down my children’s disciples, kowtow and admit their faults, the old man to see in the 10,000 tribes of the calamity will come, it is the time to use people, and do not take your life!”
Above the Xuanze, flying sword two sects of more than a dozen Yuanji masters, immediately breath a loose, backward aside, respectfully salute: “The late generation, etc. have seen the spirit sword old ancestor!”
“Greetings to Spirit Sword Elder Ancestor!”
Thousands of martial artists in all directions were taken aback and saluted on the spot.
“Old Ancestor!”
When Liang Wu saw it, his anger was instantly heated, “Quickly behead this person, he tried to force the daughter of the former head of the Qingyang Sect, he was discovered by the disciples and went up to obstruct him, he was infuriated and chased after him, Senior Uncle Murong blocked him, and he was also injured by him.”
Counterbite, sound and emotion.
That Murong Bo sighed softly, reluctantly got up, saluted and said, “I beg the old ancestor to do justice for the disciple ……!”
Song Xinruo on the side was completely shocked, and looked at Xin Zhuo dead, didn t he say …… that you are a friend of the old Spirit Blade Ancestor?
“Wildly paradoxical little child!”
That Spirit Blade Old Ancestor’s whiskers and hair were all agape, unusually angry, “The old man has always been kind to people, but today I’m afraid I’ll have to start a killing spree!”
The figure that covered the sky and the sun instantly transformed into a body like an abyssal sea, rolling up the three-colored true qi and the vast mountain pattern to pounce, for a time, the entire sky was like an ocean and the killing intent was overwhelming.
“Truly ignorant and foolish!”
That Xuan Ce Hall’s He Jiuhe group of people shook their heads and flew back.
Lu Zhiruo’s beautiful eyes were also filled with love as she moved away with her fellow disciples.
“Even if you have great means, you will definitely die!”
Liang Wu laughed out loud, picked up Murong Bo and boldly retreated into the distance.
Song Xinruo didn’t know what to do with herself, and was momentarily paralyzed on the ground.
Seeing that under the eyes of everyone, that “young man” was going to be crushed into dust by the Paramount Sage Ancestor’s finger, but he faintly scanned over and softly said, “It is the right time to use people, I won’t kill you, I advise you to come down and talk properly!”
These words were spoken by the teenager who was about to be killed!!!!
“?”
Tens of thousands of faces in all directions were stunned.
The Spirit Sword Old Ancestor who came to suppress from high up in the sky was also stunned, and in the next moment, the pupils in a pair of old eyes contracted, white hairs stood on end, and goosebumps rose all over the place.
In his gaze, that teenager, although he did not do anything, his figure was infinitely enlarged, obviously in a single shape, but it seemed like an immortal from the ancient age, the pressure swept over the four seas and the eight wastelands.
This kind of aura made him almost suffocate, as if he was surrounded by endless seawater extrusion, his body was cold, and he didn’t even have the strength to move.
Old man into a fine, he suddenly knew who this person is, face of killing intent instantly dissipated, become incomparable respect, good behavior, “plop” landing, both knees kneeling.
Withered yellow robe, pale hair, fluttering in the wind.
“Uh ……”
Silence and soundlessness in all directions, Wushuang Dao’s gaze was filled with horror, why did the Spirit Blade Old Ancestor just ……
“Old ancestor, what are you doing?”
Liang Wu and the two people were shocked, their heads buzzing, when had they ever seen an old ancestor who had lived for five or six hundred years, groveling like this, this was simply the most absurd thing in the world.
That old Spirit Sword Ancestor’s old face trembled, not daring to make a sound, silently bowing his head.
Xin Zhuo stepped forward to pat his shoulder, a leap into the sky, nine-colored true qi swept in all directions thousands of miles away, the pressure of the Mixed Saints to suppress in all directions, the air hidden ethereal murmur, flowers and plants spirits shadow have drifted down, a strange fragrance.
It was like a deity.
Then it seems like countless large mountain pressure to the whole city, densely packed buildings and pavilions, issued an unbearable “creak” sound, everyone feels the body of a violent sinking, hit the depths of the soul to feel fear, this power and pressure, beyond their understanding of the scope of the next moment as if they are going to die.
And then look to the sky full of visions, not a fool, all know who this “teenager”! The guardian saint has arrived!
Liang Wu and Murong Bo were struck by lightning and sat down dejectedly.
Countless martial artists in all directions, panicked, hurriedly bowed down, “Greetings Sage!”
Not far away, Crane Jiuhe, Lu Zhiruo, a group of people felt the terrifying to the extreme pressure, their heads couldn’t even lift up, and immediately bowed down in the same way, their bodies trembling, their faces showing incomparable shock, he, he is the Sage of Zhenguo? Such a way of appearing?
Isn’t it said that …… saints are all old men and women with gray hair? To be so young, who would have thought?
A heart sank to the abyss.
Only that Song Xinruo was filled with endless surprises in his heart, his face was flushed, where is he familiar with the old spirit blade, he is …… here supreme!
Thinking of his father’s tragic death, he could not help but let out a loud cry.
High in the air, Xin Zhuo lightly said, “Do others need me to invite?”
“Disciples do not dare!”
“Greetings Sage!”
In the distance, seven Quasi-Saints, nearly two hundred Yuan Extreme experts, and tens of thousands of disciples of all major powers, from various premises, hurriedly rushed over, all with seven parts fear and three parts caution.
Densely packed, flowing water.
When they arrived close, they bowed down.
There was even that mortal city’s Grand Governor, fully armored, with local gentry and officials, excited beyond words, looking up while scattering and running wildly, arriving in front of him clattering and kneeling, “Welcome the saint to the mortal world!”
This is really a real pilgrimage.
And not only here, the whole city and even within a radius of 800 miles, where the mortal race, all saw the sky nine-colored holy light, can not help but have to fall worship.
“When did the guardian saint arrive?”
That flying sword sect quasi saint old ancestor and other people, worship in the spirit sword old ancestor side, careful sound transmission into the secret asked.
That Spirit Sword Old Ancestor’s old face trembled non-stop: “No, I don’t know, who would have thought it would be so young? There was no aura at all before!”
The Flying Sword Sect’s old ancestor sighed softly, “I hope it’s not really young!”
On one side, the Xuanze Temple’s quasi saintly old ancestor, a woman with a fiery figure, her eyes showed ecstasy: “Two brothers and sisters, don’t talk nonsense, this is the Mixed Sage Xin Zhuo, the strongest in the human saint heaven and earth, we are …… lucky!”
Spirit knife old ancestor, flying sword old ancestor and nearby seven or eight quasi saints heard, suddenly remembered the northern border rumors, instantly warm current in the heart crossed, the chance of life has!
These days have been guessing which saint is coming, did not expect it to be this one, wonderful!
……
High in the sky, Xin Zhuo’s heart was slightly chilled at the moment.
What a bullshit!
Although there are more than a hundred forces, no less than 100,000 disciples, and Flying Sword Sect and Xuanze Temple is stronger than the Dala and Danyan of that year, but the top combatants are only these eight quasi-saints and less than 200 Yuanjie, a group of rotten eggs, rotten potatoes, how to withstand the opposite side of the “Hundred Races Abyss” of the conquest?
If the estimation is reliable, the “Hundred Clans Abyss” has at least ten saints, hundreds of quasi-saints, thousands of Yuanji and hundreds of thousands of clansmen, and only this kind of power can make him Xin Zhuo sink here.
This is really bullshit.
Then the voice like a flood bell Road, spread in all directions: “The great war is approaching, need to use people, today’s things, past things, forget about it, but from this moment on.
The person who clamors and makes a mess, kill!
Those who attack each other will be exterminated!
Those who compete and fight, kill!
Those who play without honor, kill!
Those who fear to escape, kill!
Those who do not obey orders, kill!”
The word “kill” fell on everyone’s heart, and no one dared to question the saint’s killing heart.
“Here!”
From the Paramount Saints down to the Great Venerables, all of them respectfully answered.
In the next moment, the Saint again casually said, crushing everyone’s pride to dust-
“In fact, there is not much difference with or without you guys, this city is full of millions of people, I can destroy them with a single finger, a bunch of obscure things! That group of paragons, follow me to the meeting!”
The eight Quasi-Saint Ancestors were in the clouds, and hurriedly answered, “Here!”
(End of chapter)