Mysterious Human Race Emperor

Think about it this way.

Liu Tingting felt suddenly enlightened.

Suddenly, a rough shout came from outside the sky, and it exploded like an angry thunder.

"The people of Wuji Jianzong, come to the temple and kneel within a minute! Those who are late will be executed!".

Chapter 18 The Man of Two Worlds

"This is……"

"What a terrifying cultivation base!"

Hearing the thunderous voice in the sky, both Liu Tingting and Yuan Ming were shocked, showing disbelief.

Sword Master Wuji waited for the strong man in the door to leave, so soon, did someone come to the door?

Looking at each other, the two women did not dare to delay, and at the same time vacated and rushed towards the Wuji Sword Sect Hall.

At this moment, in front of the Wuji Jianzong hall, the disciples of Wuji Jianzong and some elders whose cultivation level is not in the realm of kings are all at a loss. The arrogant, Ye Ye Cang.

He did not follow Wuji Sword Master, but stayed in the sect and took charge of the situation.

'Could it be that Shizun and the others were defeated?How could it be possible, with the formation of the extraterritorial races, it was impossible for the "Nine Twenty" to lose! '

Ye Zi Cang's face was gloomy, and there was a sense of unease in his heart, forcing himself to calm down.

Except for him, these non-core characters in the sect did not know that Sword Master Wuji led his people to the Purple Palace Holy Land to defeat the Purple Palace Holy Land together with the non-territorial races.

In front of the hall, everyone looked terrified and uneasy.

suddenly.

An old man in blue clothes appeared, a pair of big hands, as big as clouds covering the sky, tore apart the mountain protection formation of Wuji Sword Sect.

The tearing formation came, the blue-clothed old man stood with his hands behind his back, his beard and hair fluttered, and his body was surrounded by thunder lights, and he looked down on everyone in the Promise Sword Sect.

"Lei Tian Cult Master!?"

Knowing that the blue-clothed old man's illustrious name is not weaker than Sword Master Wuji at all, Ye Ye Cang's eyelids jumped, and he stepped forward and bowed, "I don't know if the seniors are here..."

Bang!

The blue-clothed old man snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, rolled up the surging thunder, turned into a ferocious thunder dragon, smashed Ye Ye Cang flying, and smashed a rockery.

"Cough! Cough!"

Ye Zicang got up from the gravel, his body was covered in blood, his face was ugly, and he gritted his teeth: "Lei Tian Cult Master, what do you mean? You can't turn your face with my Wuji Sword Sect! You must know that my master respects them..."

The blue-clothed old man squinted at the crowd, and mocked: "The old ghost, Sword Master Wuji, is already dead."

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the audience froze.

Ye Zicang looked dull, "What, what did you say..."

Could it be that the foreign army is really defeated?

boom!

The blue-clothed old man stepped out, his breath was like a frenzy in the vast sea, falling from the sky dome, and he suppressed everyone like a mountain, shouting: "For the last time, everyone kneels down and waits for the fall! Otherwise, it will be regarded as resistance, and you will be on the spot. Behead!"

How powerful is the pressure of the leader?

How can these elders who are only kings, or even disciples with lower cultivations, bear it?

In addition, the blue-clothed old man said that the Wuji Sword Master had died. The news had an impact on them. Many low-level elders and disciples knelt down with bitter expressions. Ye Ye Cang also understood that the Wuji Sword Master and others had lost, and they had to accept their fate. , knelt down.

One after another, several sect masters came.

But no one dealt with them, and several sect masters just waited quietly, as if waiting for a big man to come.

Liu Tingting and Yuan Ming were kneeling together among the disciples of the Wuji Sword Sect, their faces pale.

Yuan Ming whispered: "Tingting, what happened? We won't die..."

"I do not know either."

"I do not know either."

Liu Tingting shook her head helplessly, only resigned to fate.

Suddenly.

A golden light descended from the sky, and the light was blazing, like the setting sun sinking here.

In the bright light, a slender figure walked out, bathed in holy light, like a god.

"The Promise Sword Sect, all of them are here, I respectfully wait for the Devil Emperor to come and go!"

Several sect masters, facing the figure, bowed slightly, and bowed respectfully.

In terms of cultivation realm alone, they may not be inferior to the teenagers in front of them, but in terms of combat power, they are very different!The latter, but even the emperor has been cut down!

"Ah."

The figure said lightly.

"It's him!?"