Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1460 Eight clans can also be killed!

Fuhai Saint, although he is not a supreme powerhouse, but on this ancient road, even among alien races, while many people hate him, they also have a bit of awe.

This is a saint who has fought to the age of nine thousand. He never cared about personal cultivation and opportunity. He has been bathed in blood and fire almost all his life. Those who came back from the outside, some older people still remember that the sun was dark that day, and the old sage Fuhai returned from a bath of blood, half of his body was dyed red, with holes in swords, guns and swords all over his body, entangled with various laws. The body had already been torn apart, even so, the old saint still held the broken spear and refused to let go.

"Tiangong, what's the matter, you tell me, don't make a fool of yourself."

Although the Fuhai Saint is very old and his face is full of wrinkles, his eyes are still very energetic, as if they can penetrate into the depths of the soul. Even many holy figures dare not look directly at them. Under such eyes, the will of reincarnation Everything may collapse, this is the general trend of the old sage's life savings.

The sage of Tiangong glanced at Su Qinian, showing helplessness. If it were someone else, with his identity and cultivation level, even if he was the leader of the eight clans, he could ignore him, but the sage of Fuhai was different. The achievements of his life, outside the Longmen in his early years, were his preachers, otherwise he might not be what he is today.

"Uncle, I'm afraid it's not clean here," said the Heavenly Art Saint.

"Not clean..." Floating Sea Sage frowned, "Say it straight."

The sage of Tiangong couldn't help looking at Su Qinian, what was so unclean, he had been thinking about it all the way.

And following the eyes of the saint of heavenly skills, the saint of Fuhai looked at Su Qinian. Although that kid Yuantu was murderous and stirred up the wind and rain, his cultivation and combat power in the supreme holy realm were solid, and he could be suppressed with a snap of his fingers. , Needless to say, this is a young overlord, not weaker than a saint.

"Suotian's lineage, I have seen Senior Fuhai."

Su Qinian bowed slightly, respecting the etiquette earnestly. There are many so-called young adults on the road of evolution, but in Su Qinian's view, a true senior is even more rare.

Lock the sky!
Saint Fuhai was startled slightly, some dusty memories were opened at this moment, but at this moment, the pot exploded in the sky.

"Suotian Yimai, that young successor!"

"Recently, there has been news from the Western Regions of Jiehai that some people have deliberately killed more than a million people, intending to collude with alien races outside the border and sacrifice to Tianxin with blood!"

"It is rumored that the Xihai Ao family is involved, and that a dragon will perish. The one who exposed all this seems to come from the Suotian lineage..."

Many people transmitted voices to each other, and they all showed shock, because many news confirmed each other, most of the news from the Jiehai Western Region was true, and people were even more furious when they were shocked. What kind of murder is this? Even young and old Women and children are not spared, how cold-blooded and cruel, almost the same as those aliens who are close to the dark.

At the same time, in Yunkong Que, some sacred figures were looking at Su Qinian with an unprecedented solemnity, because in the vast starry sky, some news came from the infinite star sea, this person is not just a simple young overlord, but is a true saint.

On the day of his sanctification, there were even giants in the holy realm, and dozens of saints from other races fell into his hands.

This kind of achievement can no longer be described as stunning, it is comparable to the great emperors of the clans and even the emperor in his youth.

The eighth floor of Yunkong Que.

"It's him!" A strange color appeared in Hei Yufeng's cold and quiet eyes.

"Suotian Yimai, a young saint is rare in this world. It's a pity that he will be buried in this sea." The middle-aged man who was sitting upright had a stern face and a quiet tone. His slender and white fingers landed on the white jade handrail. On, do not move for a long time.

The ninth floor of Yunkong Que.

On the glazed crystal wall, a slender figure was reflected. The eyes of Ao Yu, the third prince of the Ao family in the South China Sea, almost turned into reality. The terrifying aura made the breathing of the other accompanying disciples in the white jade room stagnate, almost suffocating. up.

They looked at each other, and they all showed horror. Just the breath made them almost couldn't help but kneel down. This kind of terrible oppressive feeling, they had only seen in some detached uncles and elders in the clan.

Everyone underestimated the third prince!
At this moment, several disciples of the Ao family in Nanhai felt that the third prince was by no means weaker than the first prince and second prince, and they even had an illusion that Ao Yu stood there at this moment, as if he had turned into a hazy universe with a vast starry sky. , but couldn't hide his figure, that gorgeous silver hair seemed to gather stars all over the sky, forming one after another bright galaxy.

"A good opponent."

Under the ever-burning lamp, the cold voice of the black-robed Taoist who looked like an eternal black hole sounded. Ao Yu nodded slightly and didn't say much, but his eyes like eternal night clearly reflected the figure of Su Qinian in front of the arena.

"Suotian's lineage... It's not in vain to still see him in Jiehai after so many years."

At this moment, within the void of the cloud, the Floating Sea Sage walked down the void step by step. His footsteps were neither too fast nor too slow, and his pure white silk robe was slightly rippling. Too much majesty and air leakage, but it has a convincing and yearning bearing.

old patriarch...

Several accompanying Fu family saints looked at Su Qinian with indifference. The Suotian lineage was rumored to be the source of turmoil at the end of ancient times. Although they were both human races, no tribe would be willing to get too deeply involved with this lineage. Today, Su Qinian appeared on their Yunkong Island, and said that the Yunkong Que was not clean, which made several Fujia saints feel uncomfortable. If this barter ceremony takes place, the eight clans will be able to add countless foundations. It is still a grand ceremony presided over by their Fujia, even if it is a saint, it can't be done rashly.

"Little friend, please speak frankly."

In front of the arena, the Floating Sea Saint landed on the ground, his tone was vicissitudes, although there were not a few hairs left, but his eyes were still sharp, looking directly at Su Qinian.

In the eyes of Su Qinian, the gods and intentions accumulated during thousands of years of fighting seemed to fall into a boundless sea of ​​stars. Every star was blooming brightly, and the fire of a single star filled the entire universe.

The old sage nodded, and said: "If it is really unclean, the eight clans can also be killed."

"Old Patriarch!"

A Fujia Sheng let out a low cry, clearly aware of the dissatisfied gazes from the seven clan powerhouses on the eighth floor of Yunkongque.

The eight clans of Yunkong Island, all prospered and all lost.

With his snow-white eyebrows raised, the Fuhai Sage snorted coldly: "Hold back, look forward and backward, it's really unclean, none of you can escape, the old man killed his relatives righteously!"

(End of this chapter)