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Chapter 127 The Holy King Shots
Above the Holy Land of Taiyi, the saints of the Nether Clan came, and the saints came to Taiyi with great power.

The Holy Land was immediately alarmed. Many elders and disciples appeared immediately, and their expressions changed.

"No, the Nether Clan is here."

"Hiss——, there are thirteen ancient saints, and two holy kings!"

"Is this the secret of the Nether Clan, the top thirty most powerful clans in the ancient times?"

"Huh, so what about the thirteen ancient saints? What about the two holy kings? The Elder King is not an ordinary holy king, and there are great saints and imperial clans behind him, so why be afraid of them?"

The disciples of Taiyi Holy Land highly respected the Elder King. Even though the Nether Clan came with their entire clan, including two holy kings and thirteen ancient saints, they still believed that the Elder King could protect Taiyi Holy Land.

The Nether Clan suddenly descended on the Taiyi Holy Land and asked the Elder King to consecrate the head. There is no doubt that this move naturally attracted many ancient tribes to come.

Especially knowing that the Nether Clan's coming this time was probably secretly promoted by the Ancient Royal Family. Otherwise, why didn't the Nether Clan come when the Holy King of Ming Ye died?

At this time, after hearing what everyone in the Taiyi Holy Land said just now, these ancient powerful men all showed ridicule: "It is true that those who don't know are fearless, so what about the Great Sage? How can I, the Ancient Ten Thousand Clan, not have a Great Sage? Besides, you The human race has the Imperial Clan, so don’t we, the Ancient Ten Thousand Clan, not have the Ancient Royal Clan? There have been nine ancient royal families born in this world, and the Human Race should be destroyed."

With the two holy kings of the Nether Tribe present, the remaining remnants of the Kongming Tribe and the Luo Jing Tribe, who had been killed by the Elder King, also ran out and begged to the thirteen ancient saints of the Nether Tribe: "You ancient saints of the Nether Tribe, Lord Saint, this elder king of the Taiyi Holy Land of the human race is extremely cruel. He killed all the members of our two clans and seized the foundation and heritage. We also ask the ancient saints of the Nether clan to make decisions for us. Our two clans will be grateful and praise Nether forever. clan.”

An ancient sage from the Nether Clan heard this and said, "Don't worry, even though we are no longer the Ancient Ones, we, the Ancient Ones, are not easy to bully. I will let the Elder King give you an explanation."

"Thank you so much to all the ancient saints of the Nether Clan!"

"With all the ancient saints from the Nether Clan here, the elder king of the human race will definitely drink his blood on the spot today to prove the power of our ancient clan."

"Hmph, how can a mere elder king of the human race be compared with the ancient saints of the Netherworld tribe? Today must be the day of his death, and the souls of thousands of people from my Luojing tribe will finally rest in peace."

The only remaining king of the Luo Whale Clan, at this time, he shouted to the Taiyi Holy Land with fake power: "Elder King of the human race, why don't you come out and die soon? Do you want the ancient saints of the Nether Clan to flatten you, the Taiyi Holy Land?" ?”

Seeing the menacing Nether Clan, everyone in Taiyi Holy Land was panicked and wondered, why hasn't the Elder King taken action yet?

"Netherworld Tribe! You can't touch this place!"

The Dragon Lord appeared and shouted coldly at the thirteen ancient saints of the Netherworld clan.

"Dragon Clan?" The ancient saint of the Nether Clan frowned. The Dragon Clan is one of the strongest clans. However, he soon showed a sneer on his face. "Younger Dragon Clan, you can't protect them. Your Dragon Clan elders haven't been born yet. I I think you should stay calm!"

The Dragon Lord's face was gloomy, but think about it, even if the Dragon Clan is proud of the Eternal, the Nether Clan is still one of the top thirty powerful clans in the ancient times. He, a small Dragon Clan from the Eight Desolate Realm, cannot deter them.

"Human Elder King, we don't have much patience, get out and die!"

The ancient saint of the Netherworld clan shouted loudly, his holy power overwhelming the world. With a move of his palm, a huge hand covering a radius of ten thousand feet fell from the sky. The big hand was entangled with the black mist that captured people's hearts and headed straight towards the Holy Land of Taiyi.

"How dare the ancient saint of the Netherworld actually take action? Isn't he afraid that my Holy Land elder, Wang Zhen, will kill him?"

"This...is this the power of the ancient saint? It's so terrifying!" "Where is the Elder King?"

Faced with such a terrifying blow, many disciples of Taiyi Holy Land panicked. Under the strong pressure, many of them did not even have the courage to take off their legs and escape.

Lu Xuan's expression changed and he shouted hurriedly: "Open the sect-protecting formation quickly!"

A group of elders from Taiyi Holy Land broke out like crazy, trying to open the Holy King-level sect-protecting formation in Taiyi Holy Land. However, under the holy power, they were unable to unleash the slightest combat power, and even the sect-protecting formation was unable to do so. Recovery could only roar unyieldingly.

When Ling Ran saw this, his whole body shone with purple haze divine light, and he used all kinds of peerless magical powers towards the big hand that fell from the air. However, the gap in cultivation was too great, and he was seriously injured by the shock from the big hand. His pretty face turned pale, and he coughed up blood.

"Is this the power of the Ancient Saint?"

Ling Ran gritted his silver teeth and immediately took out a jade medal, without any hesitation, he crushed it into pieces.

In the emperor's palace, Qin Chen was practicing various emperor-level magical powers beside the 33 thousand-foot-long heavenly monuments.

Whenever he practices emperor-level magical powers, he can always see some pictures of the ancient emperors. These emperors seem to be conquering the same place. Qin Chen becomes more and more curious about where these ancient emperors are going to conquer, and they need such a lineup. Go.

You must know that the power of the ancient emperor is such that he can crush the sun, moon and stars with his hand. Even if he faces any enemy, he only needs one finger, and there is no need to go there in person.

At this moment, a spiritual thought poured into his mind, and Qin Chen's face turned gloomy, and he snorted coldly: "I didn't expect these ancient bastards to dare to come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Chen disappeared out of thin air, and when he reappeared, he was already outside the emperor's palace.

When looking at the big hand that covered the sky and fell slowly from the sky, Qin Chen snorted disdainfully: "How dare a mere saint show off his power in front of our Taiyi Holy Land? It's simply ridiculous!"

The Great Desolate Prisoner's Fingers!
A monstrous holy power suddenly erupted. In the void, a terrifying giant finger with a length of ten thousand feet rose up from the ground. It collided with the giant hand in the sky. With just one encounter, the giant hand of ten thousand feet was shattered and completely exploded. Open, scattering the holy patterns all over the sky.

It's not over yet, the giant finger continues to attack the ancient saints of the Netherworld tribe in the sky. The terrifying power makes the ancient saints of the Netherworld tribe change their colors when they hear it, and the big guys on their foreheads come out one by one.

Qin Chen's Great Desolate Imprisoning Heaven Finger has been cultivated to the stage of entering the palace. Coupled with his cultivation at the Saint King Realm, this finger is enough to kill all the ancient saints of the Nether Clan except the Saint King.

"The Elder King of the human race, don't be arrogant!"

With a loud shout, the entire sky was wrapped in black mist. A giant hand that was more than ten times more terrifying than before appeared, fell straight down, and touched Qin Chen's finger.

"boom!"

There was an explosion, and the sacred patterns splashed in the sky, and the space was shattered, revealing a void entangled by the chains of the avenue.

The giant hand and giant fingers were annihilated at the same time, creating a circle of ripples that was enough to kill the Eight Desolate Realm Venerables.

The Holy King of the Nether Clan takes action!
(End of this chapter)