Rebirth of the Invincible Emperor

Chapter 593 The Old Saint Ancestor of the Ji Clan Eight Years Ago

The 10-year medicine king is very precious. At critical moments, it can extend the life of a saint-level powerhouse. Usually, there is a price but no market. No one will sell it. Even if there is one, it will be auctioned for a sky-high price. The words can be said clearly.

And Ye Cheng asked for 100 million top-grade spirit stones. If all the 100 million top-grade spirit stones were accepted as ordinary spirit stones, it would be as high as a terrifying [-] million ordinary spirit stones!
The cost of a holy-level Taoist soldier is only about 300 million spirit stones. Even if a person has used a lot of cultivation resources since birth, when he becomes a saint, he will definitely not need [-] million spirit stones.

In the eyes of the ancestors of the ancient clan, Ye Cheng is a big mouth of a lion. If he really sent three 10-year-old medicine kings and 100 million top-grade spirit stones, even if the ancient clan's background is amazing, his vitality will be greatly injured.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you are going too far. It is really hard for us to accept the three medicine kings and 100 million top-grade spirit stones. If I hand them over to you, it will shake the foundation of the ancient clan!" shook his head.

"Really? Five years ago, when you besieged me, the Ji family also participated!"

Ye Cheng sneered, and looked at Ji Wuming coldly, the killing intent in his eyes soared.

Ji Wuming was startled, and retreated dozens of steps in the void, and when he reached a place he thought was safe, he said coldly: "It is true, but now the Ji clan intends to apologize and is willing to give away a 10-year-old plant. Herbal Medicine King and one hundred thousand top-quality spirit stones!"

"Hehe, do you really think that I'm so talkative?" Ye Cheng shook his head amusedly, the killing intent in his eyes became more and more intense.

"A 10-year-old medicine king is a lot! If eight ancient tribes all contribute one medicine king, Ye Daoyou can have eight more medicine kings, which is several times more than the ancient tribes, and there are 80 High-grade spirit stones, converted into ordinary spirit stones, are worth 8000 million!" Ji Wuming said with a gloomy face, but the smile on the corner of his mouth grew stronger.

"Furthermore, Fellow Daoist Ye just wiped out the Qin, Zhao, and Lin clans not long ago, and you have found a lot of good things, right? Ordinary casual cultivators, who can have a fortune like Fellow Daoist Ye? Could it be that the background of the three ancient clans is not enough for Fellow Daoist Ye?" ?”

All the ancestors of the ancient clan were shocked. They looked at Ji Wuming in horror, and they were all extremely surprised. They never thought that Ji Wuming would be so bold and dare to speak like this.

What the Chinese Ye Cheng did just now, can't deter him?
"Grandfather, why is the holy ancestor of the Ji clan so confused? Although sending three 10-year-old elixir and 100 million top-grade spirit stones, using the heritage of the ancient clan, will greatly hurt the vitality of the ancient clan, but it is better than Enraged Ye Cheng, it is better to let the entire ancient clan break the inheritance! The Qin, Zhao, and Lin clans are a lesson from the past!" Wang Youruo said in a low voice.

Wang Tianhua, the patriarch of the royal family, looked cold, and scolded in a low voice: "Don't make random comments. If someone comes out, we can just watch it. If it doesn't work, give him three 10-year-old medicine kings and 100 million top-quality spirit stones. What a loss, as long as this crisis can be resolved, the medicine king and the top-grade spirit stone are all outside the body!

"What's wrong with Ji Wuming?" The ancestor of the Fengzu frowned.

"I don't know, let's take a look, don't interrupt for now, I don't know which side the situation is going to!" The ancestor of the Zhang clan shook his head.

"With Ji Wuming's city, if he doesn't fight unprepared battles, he must have something to rely on, and he is not afraid of Ye Cheng, a Chinese!" said the saint ancestor of the Zhou clan. Don't be angry.

These holy ancestors dared to discuss a few words, and the ordinary monks watching below did not dare to take a breath, they all held their breath, looked up at the sky, and paid attention to the progress of the matter.

This is a matter between the ancestors of the ancient clan, they only dare to watch and don't dare to talk casually, for fear of causing trouble to their upper body!
Ji Wuming's face became more and more cold, and he said in a deep voice: "You Daoist Ye should be satisfied, everyone should take a step back! Your appetite is really too big, and your eating is too ugly. You want three 10 plants if you open your mouth. My Ji Clan cannot be satisfied with the King of Medicine for thousands of years!"

"Hey, it seems that Yun Yijian's fate just now can't deter you!" Ye Cheng sighed softly.

People die for money, birds die for food, and even the saint-level powerhouses can't understand this simple truth.

"Hahaha, lifeless! Why do you have to tell him so much? Originally, the old man wanted to spend his old age peacefully and ignore mundane matters. Now it seems that it is impossible to get ahead. The Chinese Dayi Tianzun back then overwhelmed Ziwei Starfield. Not to mention, now that the descendants of the Chinese race have come to the Ziwei Starfield again, he still thinks that he is the next Great Yi Tianzun? Even if Dayi Tianzun is reincarnated, you can't be crazy now!" A maniacal laughter came, and it exploded. The void trembled, like thunder from the sky, and a terrifying momentum struck the sky and covered the earth.

"Hiss, this momentum..."

All the ancestors present took a breath and looked at the source of the voice in horror.

This is a terrifying holy power, like a turbulent wave, sweeping in, spreading to the whole world in an instant, everyone present, below the holy level, even half-holy existences, kneel on the ground, facing the source of the sound The direction, worship, the scene is spectacular.

A large number of low-level monks were terrified in their hearts, and a tremor came from the depths of their souls.

"A saint king has arrived?"

Ling Xiaotian trembled all over, looking in a certain direction in disbelief.

"Haha, Xiaotian, I didn't expect you to have some knowledge!" A figure appeared from the void, and he came from the sky, like a demon god, full of various chains of order.

He directly called Ling Xiaotian, the holy patriarch of the Ling clan, "Xiaotian Xiaoer". Instead of daring to refute, the latter turned pale and said in panic, "Your junior is terrified. I don't know that Senior Ji Daoxing is coming, and I hope you will forgive me!"

Hearing the word 'Ji Daoxing', all the ancestors trembled in their hearts, and looked at the old man in the sky in disbelief, the shock in their eyes was like a surging river, endless!

"It turned out to be him?" The ancestor of the Wind Clan felt his scalp tingling and his body had goosebumps.

"Hey! Hasn't he been sitting for 8000 years? Why hasn't he..."

The ancestor of the Zhou clan gasped, and just halfway through speaking, he saw Ji Daoxing's icy gaze. His whole body was icy cold, and a gust of cold air gushed out from the soles of his feet and went straight to his forehead.

"Little guy, do you really want this old man to die?" Ji Daoxing asked with a half-smile.

The ancestor of the Zhou Clan was horrified, he quickly shook his head and said in horror: "No...no..."

As he spoke, he didn't dare to look directly at Ji Daoxing. The patriarch of the majestic clan, like a child who made a mistake, lowered his head and dared not speak.

On the other side, Wang Tianhua, the patriarch of the royal family, was stiff all over. Wang Youruo, who was behind him, asked softly, "Grandfather, who is he? Why is everyone so afraid of him?"

"You are still young... I don't know this person. He is the last holy ancestor of the Ji family. It is said that he died 8000 years ago. Who knew he survived? This is a person from the same era as Da Yi Tianzun... 1 years ago, I was a mere foundation-builder, and senior Ji Daoxing was already a saint!" Wang Tianhua said, trembling with excitement.

Wang Youruo's beautiful eyes widened, she had never seen her grandpa so excited before, when she finished hearing this passage, her mind froze, her consciousness almost went blank, and she murmured: "A person of the same era as Da Yi Tianzun... This is a living fossil!"

Ji Daoxing was supposed to sit and transform 8000 years ago, but he forcibly took three or four strains of the 10-year-old medicine king, and forcibly continued his life. Now every time he uses mana, he burns the essence of life!

In this way, if the Ji family sent a 10-year-old medicine king, plus [-] top-grade spirit stones to Ye Cheng, Ye Cheng can expose the matter, and Ji Daoxing is not going to show up. Every time he makes a move, he will use his life As a price, if you make a move against Ye Cheng, the gain will outweigh the loss.

But Ye Cheng opened his mouth and asked for three 10-year-old medicine kings, plus 100 million top-grade spirit stones. Ji Daoxing thought that even if he made the move, the price would not be so high!
Standing in the void, Ji Daoxing looked like the king of the world, looking down at his subjects, and said, "Hua people, your appetite is too big, even more domineering than Da Yi back then!"

"Why do I have no fear when I am Ji Wuming? It turns out that there is a saint king sitting in the town. In this way, your Ji clan has already decided to be an enemy of me?" Ye Cheng stood with his hands on his hands, and a faint sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Everyone suffocated for a while, and their pupils shrank sharply.

This Chinese man's heart is too big!A saint king was born, how dare he speak like this?

"An enemy of you? Chinese people, you think too much of yourself! You are not qualified enough to become the enemy of the Ji clan. When this old man is born, he can kill you with just a raise of his hand!" Ji Daoxing shook his head amusedly, with pride in his eyes.

As the Saint King, he is invincible within the Ziwei Starfield, so he has the qualifications to say such a thing!

No one in the room felt wrong. They all thought that what Ji Daoxing said was right. No matter how powerful the Chinese Ye Cheng is, can he challenge a saint king?Totally impossible!

"What about you? Now that a saint king is here, who else wants to be my enemy?" Ye Cheng stopped looking at Ji Daoxing, and his eyes fell on the other saint ancestors.

"Whoever is on the side of my Ji family, I will make the decision for you!" Ji Daoxing smiled sarcastically, and looked at Ye Cheng jokingly.

Hearing this, the ancestors of the other ancient clans looked at each other, seeing a trace of hesitation in each other's eyes.

Finally, the Holy Masters of the Feng Clan, Zhou Clan, and Zhang Clan stood up, and the three of them stepped into the void and reached Ji Wuming's side.

The ancestor of the Fengzu clan cupped his hands slightly towards Ji Wuming, and said with a smile, "Brother Ji, since Senior Ji Daoxing is still alive, why didn't you let us know in advance, so that we would be worried!"

"Brother Feng, Grandpa Grandpa said that he will not show up unless it is absolutely necessary. Even if the Ji family suffers a little loss, he can accept it. So I can't reveal it in advance, but the Chinese people are too popular and want too much." Too many, eating looks too ugly, grandpa and his old man can't stand it." Ji Wuming said, with a sneer in his eyes, looking at Ye Cheng.

"Haha! What I'm talking about is that greed is not enough to swallow elephants, eating is too ugly, and I'm killing myself!"

The ancestor of the Zhou Clan laughed, his eyes widened, he was completely relieved, nodded and said: "With senior Ji Daoxing taking action, this son of the Hua Clan will surely die. Fellow Daoists, why don't you come over?"

The ancestors of the Zhou clan smiled, and glanced at Wang Tianhua, the ancestors of the royal clan, Ling Xiaotian, the saint ancestors of the Ling clan, Liu Qingyuan, the saint ancestors of the Liu clan, and the saint ancestors of the Yuan clan.

Ling Xiaotian was unmoved, standing in the void, his eyes were calm, he had his own thoughts, Liu Qingyuan was like a Taoist, holding a whisk in his hand, he didn't even look at him, as if he was out of the matter, the ancestor of the Yuan clan hesitated a little, stepped Take a step, and finally back again.

Wang Tianhua, the patriarch of the royal family, was moved slightly. He had just started to join their ranks. Wang Youruo found the courage to stretch out his jade hand, grabbed Wang Tianhua's sleeve, and said anxiously: "Grandfather, you can't..."

Wang Tianhua turned around in astonishment, glanced at Wang Youruo, his scalp was slightly numb, and he opened his mouth and said, "You..."

"Grandfather, before the final result comes out, don't stand in a random line. I have a feeling that the Saint King of the Ji clan is not Ye Cheng's opponent!" Wang Youruo trembled.

"what?"

Wang Tianhua was taken aback, and looked at Wang Youruo in disbelief, his whole body trembled when he said this.

All the monks present, Wang Youruo's voice was heard by everyone, and a group of young monks from the Ji clan looked at her angrily.

"Bitch, what did you say?"

"Hehe, what a fool is talking about dreams! How can the Chinese people be the opponents of our ancestors?"

"If you dare to question my Ji Clan's old saint ancestor, you will be punished!"

"Come on, take this girl down!"

Everyone from the Ji clan scolded angrily, the crowd was excited, they all blushed and stared at Wang Youruo fiercely, and there were several semi-sacred powerhouses with fierce eyes.

"Humph!"

Wang Tianhua snorted coldly, glanced at these semi-saints, a wave of holy power came over him, and sneered: "This old man is still the patriarch of the royal family, how dare you make a mistake?"

"Well!"

These half saints of the Ji clan trembled all over.

"Wang Tianhua, you are quite courageous. Anyway, after this matter is over, I will go to your royal family to see in person. What kind of ability do you, the holy ancestor of the royal family, have?" Ji Daoxing stood in the void and looked at him coldly. .

Wang Tianhua shrank suddenly in his heart, his face turned pale slightly, and he was crying bitterly in his heart.

'It's over this time, I only hope that the Chinese Ye Cheng can defeat the old saint ancestor of the Ji clan... But, is this possible? Wang Tianhua, the patriarch of the royal family, thought, even he felt that this idea was really absurd.

(End of this chapter)