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Chapter 1111 The battle between the saints

This team of Heavenly Demon Messengers from the Immortal Temple posed a high position, which immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the powerful people in the Martial God Realm present.

The atmosphere in the temple suddenly became tense.

A powerful man from the Holy Land stood up and angrily scolded: "The Heavenly Demon dares to come here to act wildly. You are seeking death!"

The envoy of the Immortal Temple swept over the powerful man in the holy land, showed a contemptuous expression, raised his hand to reveal the crystal-shaped treasure, and said arrogantly: "Come on! Let's see who is looking for death!"

As soon as the crystal-shaped treasure appeared, an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire temple.

The powerful people present at the Martial God Realm suddenly showed a look of horror, because this invisible pressure was above their realm.

"This... is this the pressure of the Shendao Realm?!" Someone immediately exclaimed.

The envoy of the Immortal Temple snorted contemptuously: "Who dares to say "no"? Who wants to die? Come!"

All the powerful martial god realm present looked solemn.

After all, what we have to face is the pressure of the realm of the Divine Way. That is the supreme realm of being free from the world and seeing through the original laws of the world. Who dares to compete?

Everyone looked at each other, and everyone knew what others were thinking, and no one dared to speak out again.

The envoy of the Immortal Temple stopped talking when he saw the people present. He became more arrogant and arrogant and shouted arrogantly: "Didn't you feel very good just now? Why don't you talk anymore? Didn't you tell me to get out? Who said it just now? Come on! Let's talk about it!"

No one spoke, and the temple suddenly fell into dead silence.

The envoy of the Immortal Temple swept over the people present, and finally fell on Yan Tianye, and snorted coldly: "Three days have come, hand over the seeds of the Shinto, otherwise, the Li clan will be exterminated!"

Yan Tianye immediately pointed to the Shinto seed in the Holy Spring Pool and said, "It's that one."

The Immortal Temple Messenger's eyes turned cold and he snorted: "I'm talking about the intact Shinto Seed."

"No...nothing, there's only that one." Yan Tianye could only say with a tough bullet.

The envoy of the Immortal Temple became colder and colder. He raised the crystal-shaped treasure in his hand and said, "Since that's the case, kneel down and get to die."

Yan Tianye quickly defended himself: "Wait a minute, I am trying to find a way to save Shinto Seeds. I have invited these martial arts powerhouses. There are so many people, there will definitely be a way to save Shinto Seeds."

"You have destroyed the Shinto seeds, how can you save them?" The envoy of the Immortal Temple snorted coldly.

Yan Tianye continued to defend himself: "The main thing is the Shinto seed, not my life. Even if I kill me, I will not be able to complete the tasks assigned by the Shinto seed. It is better to ask me to find a way to save Shinto seed. If the messenger can bring back the intact Shinto seed, it will definitely be a great achievement."

The envoy of the Immortal Temple naturally understood this truth and snorted coldly: "Then tell me. Is there any way to save Shinto Seeds."

Yan Tianye had just heard the discussions of the strong men present and immediately replied: "In Jiuzhou Great 6, the one who is most familiar with the divine flowers and plants is Shenmu Valley. If there is any sect in the world that can save the seeds of the Shinto, it must be Shenmu Valley."

"Who is from Shenmu Valley? Stand out!" The envoy of the Immortal Temple glanced at the people present and asked.

Of course, there were no disciples of Shenmu Valley present, so no one responded.

After a while, Yan Tianye gritted his teeth and said, "The distance between Shenmu Valley is too far, and I can't catch up in just three days, so I have to wait a few more days."

The envoy of the Immortal Temple narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly after a while: "Okay, I'll give you another seven days. After seven days, I can't hand over the complete Shinto seeds. The Li tribes will not leave any of them!"

After the team of heavenly demons finished speaking, they flew out of the temple with crystal-shaped treasures.

The invisible pressure around him gradually disappeared, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, everyone had already seen it. Yan Tianye released the news and led them over, with the purpose of using their hands to fight against the Tian Yao.

However, the crystal-shaped treasure held by the team of heavenly demons could actually release the pressure of the powerful gods.

Who dares to compete with a strong man at this level?

After the Tian Yao left, Yan Tianye finally got a few days of breathing time.

As for how to deal with the situation seven days later, he had no choice but to delay it for one day.

...

There are many rumors among the Li people about the disaster that the Li people are about to face.

However, the high priest of the Li tribe has ordered that no discussion of this matter should be discussed.

The Li people still live the same life as usual, working when they should work and resting when they should rest.

Saint Meng Miao finally refined the spiritual liquid to treat the bites of fire lampworms, and set up a stall in the valley to heal the scars of the tribe members.

Change a fresh fire lamp grass to a bottle of spiritual liquid.
Chapter completed!
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