The big guy behind the curtain

Chapter 90 Emerald Son of God
"What do you mean? A group of them came to find fault?"

"Finding faults is so ugly. We are gentle people, so we need to use more civilized vocabulary. They are here to pick things up."

Shangguan Wo said eloquently.

The Fuyao disciples below were discussing in full swing, while the bigwigs in the main hall were all silent.

The Holy Master Fuyao looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose. He sat quietly on his seat, but he didn't show any sign of it, and so did the other Holy Masters. They also closed their eyes, as if they had nothing to do with themselves.

The main hall is vast and boundless, and this is just the front hall.

Sitting behind are the powerhouses in various holy places, all of whom are at the half-step power level.

Among them, Tianjiao of Zhongzhou Yuhua Dynasty, Shenzi of Beiyuan family, Da Neng of Ximo, and old monster of Yaozu in Nanling sat opposite each other. Many Fuyao disciples leaned back a little. Those selected after careful selection have unfathomable strength, background, and background.

It's just that none of the twelve Holy Sons of Fuyao Holy Land appeared.

Inside, there is an arrogant young man, his whole body is covered by a layer of fairy light, he is handsome and extraordinary, with a big halberd hanging on his waist behind him, he can faintly see the thick blood flying, and two dazzling divine lights suddenly shot out from his eyes, Breathtaking.

This is the arrogance of the Yuhua Dynasty, called Yu Ming. There are rumors that he is a god-king body that is rare in a thousand years, and his strength is unfathomable. When he was young, he received the inheritance of the Yuhua Immortal Scripture, and there is also the supreme medicine to help him grow up. .

Up to now, he has reached the peak of dragon transformation, challenged all the strong all the way, and grew up in the fierce battle between life and death. This is the potential dragon who will fight for the emperor in the future.

Not far away, a woman sat quietly, with a drop of blood between her eyebrows, which was dazzling red.

Purple hair fluttering, air like blue orchids, skin like creamy fat, fluff can be broken, but shrouded in a touch of golden light, incomparably sacred, she raised her head, her eyes were as unpredictable as an abyss, and with a light touch of her bare hands, she could move the general trend of the world .

This is the princess of the Nanling Monster Clan, who came here with the seniors of the Monster Clan to visit the Holy Lord Fuyao.

Yue Xin was sitting upright, she raised her head, her eyes were dim, and she looked around, countless gazes were withdrawn, those disciples had never seen such a fairy-like figure, and they were a little embarrassed for a while.

A man with a bare upper body, bronze-colored body, tall and majestic, bloody, like a humanoid beast, suffocating, this is the holy son of the Nanman tribe.

He seemed to be carrying several sacred mountains on his back, with a majestic aura, even a slight movement could shake the surrounding void.

Xu Yan stretched out his giant palm, grabbed the flesh and blood that was the size of his body and swallowed it. As he continued to chew, his blood became more aura, just like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus rex.

"boom!"

Even though it was unintentional, when he let go of his hand, the ground around him instantly sank, which made all the monks below speechless.

"The current Tianjiao is a group of monsters. Even if he stands up and asks me to beat me, I may not be able to beat him. It's hard to imagine. Is this the strong man who will fight for the emperor's road in the future? What kind of monsters are stronger than them?"

"None of the Twelve Holy Sons of Fuyao Holy Land have appeared, and they are not much worse than these people. As far as I know, Holy Son Xuanming has already gone to Nanling for a terrifying experience, and he will be able to break through everything when he comes back in the future."

"Fuhuazang, as the elder brother of Jianfeng and one of the Twelve Holy Sons, has been cultivating hard in the secret realm for many years. Maybe he can fight them."

"I think Xuan, maybe only the Saintess Qing Ge can deal with these monsters, and I don't know where the rest of the Saints have gone."

The people in the audience whispered, and some even dared to stare at the three celestial beings.

"roll!"

A ray of divine light slashed across, directly beheading the monks under the stage, and the blood spurted out.

"what!!!"

The monk cried out in pain.

Everyone looked at the person who made the move, it was Yu Ming, he was extremely arrogant, he was very dissatisfied with the gaze of others, it was too ruthless to cripple this cultivator by taking action.

But the big bosses at the Holy Master level did not respond, as if acquiescing to all this happening.

"Trash dares to look at me."

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

"You! How dare you hurt people in this hall?"

A monk stood up, and he said to Yu Ming dissatisfied.

Yu Ming said indifferently, "The trash that can be maimed by me with one blow is not worthy of standing here. I'm here to clean up the trash for you."

He looked down at everyone below, and his words were very domineering, and it seemed that no one could refute them.

"This is too bullying, isn't Tianjiao amazing?"

"Do you really think this is Yuhua Shenchao? This is bullying me and no one else!"

Underneath, all the monks were angry, they were all selected by all parties, and no one was worse than the other.

Yu Ming stretched out a hand, turned into a phantom, and hit the crowd below. That big hand was so powerful that all the disciples felt tight and could not help trembling.

Yu Ming was tall, with crazy killing intent in his eyes, as if he was about to set off a bloody storm.

"pass."

An elder from Fuyao Holy Land frowned. He tried to stop Yu Ming, but was stopped by a strong man from Yu Hua Shen Dynasty.

"Why do you need to intervene in the fights between the juniors? It's normal for young people to like to fight fiercely. As elders, we just need to watch from the sidelines."

At this time, another strong man spoke up.

"That's right, I also want to see how good the Tianjiao of this generation is. Doesn't Fuyao Holy Land not even have this kind of spirit?"

This is an old man from the demon clan, he is the guardian who accompanied the princess.

This made Elder Fuyao's face darken. From their point of view, these two people were just looking for faults. Leaving aside the gap in cultivation resources, who doesn't know that Yu Ming was born with a divine physique, and he doesn't compare himself with the Shengzi. , Now that he is targeting these talented disciples, he is afraid that he will destroy them.

However, the Holy Lord level powerhouse did not speak, they could only wait and see quietly.

"boom!"

The buildings of the Fuyao Holy Land were extremely solid, and the sky was full of smoke and dust, but no palaces collapsed. Under the big handprint, many disciples vomited blood.

Yu Ming's hands were behind his back, his black hair fluttered, his eyes were frightening, and he looked like he was the only one who respected himself, which gave people a strong sense of oppression, and the blow just now, almost all the disciples joined forces to withstand it.

Moreover, many people suffered internal injuries because of this. It can only be said that the gap in realm is too great for them to resist.

"Is that the only way? There are no people, just ants."

Yu Ming's words were cold, and he showed no mercy to them.

And Yuexin took a sip of tea quietly, her mind was calm and unmoved.

Xu Yan also looked rather bored, he turned his gaze, and yawned a little bored.

Things got more and more out of hand, Yu Ming seemed to be deliberately arranged to anger many arrogant people.

(End of this chapter)