After all, the Holy Lord Xihua spoke, and he had no choice.

This time it was not only Ye Futian who wanted to deal with him, but the little princess Xia Qingyuan also brought people to him, and he had no way out.

The Supreme Saint Dao Palace has an area where few people come here on weekdays. There are many tombstones, and names are engraved on the tombstones. These names are all the people who died in the Holy War in the Supreme Saint Dao Palace.

At this time, the Holy Lord Xihua was taken here and on a punishment platform in the middle of the tombstone.

The Holy Lord Xihua realized what was going to happen, and his face looked particularly pale.

In the Shishengdao Palace, figures gathered and stood behind Ye Futian, looking particularly solemn.

The Holy Lord Xihua was taken to the punishment platform, and chains appeared out of thin air, locked onto his body, and even directly penetrated his bones, making him unable to stand firm.

"Kneel down." Ye Futian said coldly.

"Ye Futian, no matter what, I was the lord of Xihua Holy Mountain and a giant in Jiuzhou. Now that you have been taken down by you, you can kill me if you want to kill me, why did you insult me ​​so much?" Xihua Holy Lord spoke angrily.

Kneel down, execute the punishment and kill?

He is the Holy Lord of Xihua.

The land of Jiuzhou is the overlord of Dongzhou.

"You instigated the Saint King Zhou and the Saint of Zhi to form an alliance and initiated the holy war in the holy lands of the Jiuzhou Provinces. How many people died because of this? Even if you die thousands of times, it is not enough to atone for this. What does it have to do with who you are and what identity you are?" Ye Futian's voice was calm and cold, and he said, "Kneel down and repent."

As soon as he finished speaking, terrifying swords roared past, piercing through the legs of Xihua Holy Lord and piercing his knees. The bones of Xihua Holy Lord's legs were broken and he fell to the ground directly. His face was distorted and he looked at Ye Futian in anger.

"Princess, I once sat down for His Majesty Xia to the Holy Lord of Xihua Holy Mountain in Dongzhou, how could this be the case?" Xihua Holy Lord roared at Xia Qingyuan.

"If you are defeated and abandoned Xihua Holy Mountain and fled indifferently, what are you facing? "Xia Qingyuan's expression is indifferent. Above the head of Xihua Holy Mountain, figures appeared there, including fighting battles, Xu Shu, Zhuge Qingfeng and other saints in the deserted states.

The holy power of them was filled with them, and a terrifying destructive force fell down and descended on the body of Xihua Holy Mountain.

Today, the blood of the Holy Lord Xihua will be used to pay tribute to the people who died in battle at the Holy Dao Palace.

Many disciples from the Supreme Saint Dao Palace gathered here, staring at the front, and their expressions were particularly solemn.

Among them, those who had experienced those jihad wars had red eyes and tears, especially those of the older generation, who were most deeply touched.

Those wars were so tragic.

The first time when the Saint King of Zhou led a large army to kill people, the Taoist Palace was almost destroyed. At that time, the battle was killed and the Holy Tribulation came to help the battle, which saved the Supreme Saint Dao Palace and gave the Taoist Palace a chance to breathe.

Until the most tragic and astonishing battle broke out later, the palace master's wife Hua Jieyu died in the battle.

Although it has been a long time, when you look back, it still seems to be vivid in your mind and can't forget it.

Although the people who entered the Taoist Palace later had a great prosperity now, the holy war had long become an immortal legend in the deserted states. Every person who entered the Taoist Palace remembered that history. At this moment, when he came to this cemetery, he was infected by the atmosphere, and his expression was also extremely solemn.

The terrible holy light fell down and descended to the body of the Saint King Xihua, like the light of disaster.

The Saint King Xihua looked up at everyone angrily, his eyes were red. Do he want to let him die in such humiliation?

He had already looked at everything very peacefully, and even death was ready, but Ye Futian did not want him to die so happily.

Instead, he wanted to nail the name of the Holy Lord Xihua to the pillar of shame in the deserted state.

"Kill." At this time, Ye Futian spitted out a sound from his mouth, and the palace master of the fifth palace of the Saint Dao Palace in the deserted state dropped a destructive attack at the same time. The sky was like the end of the world, and the terrifying power penetrated directly and penetrated through the head of the Saint King Xihua.

The body of the Saint King Xihua trembled violently, his eyes widened, still filled with humiliation and unwillingness. He roared angrily, blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and the attack of destruction continued to fall and descend.

This is a punishment, in this way, ending the life of the former overlord of Dongzhou, Xihua Shengjun.

How tenacious the vitality of the powerful man in the holy realm is. The Saint King Xihua struggled for a long time, and his life force finally completely disappeared. His body lay softly on the ground, turning into a corpse, and a overlord figure died at the Holy Dao Palace Cemetery.

When he died, he was still kneeling there, lowering his head, repenting, and his body was chained onto the stone tablet, which was truly extremely miserable.

Ye Futian watched all this happen calmly, without sympathy or mercy. So what if it was the Saint King of Xihua? This is the punishment he deserves.

Behind him, someone handed Ye Futian the wine glass, filled with wine. He sprinkled the wine in front of the cemetery and then bowed to the many tombs.

The deserted state is no longer the former deserted state, and the Tao Palace is not the Tao Palace yesterday.

The Supreme Taoist Palace will become the strongest force in the Jiuzhou area in the future, and the unique holy place of practice in Jiuzhou. The disciples and disciples will spread all over the world. People who practice in the Taoist Palace, especially those who personally participate in the holy war, will receive proud resources and have a brilliant future.

But the deceased has passed away. For them, those who died in battle for the Taoist Palace, not only can they not see the glory of the Taoist Palace today, but they can no longer enjoy everything after the glory of the Supreme Saint Taoist Palace.

If you say a word that can close your eyes, it is just self-comfort.

Death means death, life is only once.

As if moved by this atmosphere, all the disciples of the Taoist Palace bowed down with Ye Futian, solemn and solemn.

"If those who died in battle are still here, they will give the best resources for cultivation, and the elders will personally teach and treat them well." Ye Futian said.

"Don't worry, the palace master, we have been doing this before." Jian Mo and others came forward and spoke to Ye Futian.

Ye Futian nodded, and if this is the case, he would feel more at ease.

"Now, only Ji Sheng and the others in the Holy Light Palace were left." Ye Futian murmured. He wanted to see when Ji Sheng could hide.

It is probably not a comfortable thing to wait for death.

"Let's go." Ye Futian turned around, and the people from the Taoist Palace made way for a path.

At this time, Ye Futian had a thought in his mind that the position of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace should be spread.

Now in the land of Jiuzhou, the Tao Palace is as stable as Mount Tai, and no one can shake it anymore. Everything has already been on the right track. After he became a saint, this is even more so. The remaining saints in Jiuzhou will naturally explore the affairs of the upper realm. In addition, the death of Xihua's Holy Lord, when the Holy Light Hall is destroyed, he will no longer need to continue to serve as the Palace Master of the Tao Palace.

After all, he rarely returns to the lower realm. The reason why he did not resign from this position was just because the Taoist Palace still needed him, and he was a symbol, the symbol of the Supreme Taoist Palace.

Ye Futian glanced at the Dou Zhan beside him. Now, in addition to this place, the Taoist Palace has five palaces. Teacher Dou Zhan is in charge of the Central Dao Palace. Moreover, the teacher was once the palace master of the Zhan Sheng Palace, with a very high status, second only to the Saint Palace.

If he gives up his position, the teacher will take over the Taoist Palace, which is undoubtedly the most suitable. The Supreme Taoist Palace has always been the teacher's belief.

As for the matter of the upper realm, although Xihua Holy Lord has confessed, the ending is worse than he expected.

The Saint King of Xihua knew too little, only knowing that there were mysterious people who found him and asked him to take action.

As for who the other party is, they don’t know at all. Moreover, the other party is good at changing and hiding, and they still arrange it seamlessly. What they can determine now is that someone is pushing behind the scenes, and they already know this, so it is not that important.

The key clues are still not obtained, and there is no flaw in this game.

"When the Holy Lord was hiding in the upper realm, he had been ordering people to keep an eye on him, but there were too many people he had come into contact with. It was impossible for everyone to keep an eye on him for such a long time. Since the other party is good at hiding his identity and able to cover up the aura of the holy realm, he may not be able to find it now." Xia Qingyuan spoke beside Ye Futian.

Ye Futian nodded slightly: "Now, we can only guess and eliminate it. The princess thinks how many people or forces can complete this game in the Xia Emperor Realm? "

Xia Qingyuan glanced at Ye Futian, and she naturally understood what Ye Futian meant. She could make such a meticulous layout without leaving any flaws. She was able to contact Xiao Sheng, which made Xiao Sheng dare not speak in the end.

There are actually not many such people in the Xia Emperor Realm.

Perhaps, only those who stand at the top can have such abilities and power.

"After going back, I'll check it carefully." Xia Qingyuan said.

"Thank you, Princess." Ye Futian said softly. Xia Qingyuan has indeed done a lot for him these days.

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The death of the Saint Lord Xihua quickly spread throughout the nine provinces, and countless people were filled with emotion.

The Saint King of Xihua, who was once famous all over the world, called on the Saint King of Zhou to launch a holy war against the Taoist Palace, but he did not expect that he would die in humiliation in this way.

The Taoist Palace today makes Jiuzhou feel awe.

It is said that Ye Futian has become a saint.

On this day, in the holy Taoist palace of Huangzhou, powerful auras came from the void. Many figures stepped out from the Taoist palace and heard a sound coming out.

"The Endless Sea King Palace, come to pay homage to Lord Ye Palace."

"The Endless Sea Beiming Clan, come to pay homage to Lord Ye."

"The Endless Sea and Sky, come to pay homage to Lord Ye."

Voices sounded, with a sense of humility. Not only did the three holy lands come, but the Lord of the holy lands came in person, with a respectful attitude and trembling fear.

Now their hearts have also collapsed. They have received news that the Saint Lord Xihua was found by Ye Futian on a small island in the Endless Sea. According to people on the island, Ye Futian destroyed the Saint with just one finger.

Ye Futian is not the Ye Futian in the past.

Even though they had surrendered to the Supreme Saint Dao Palace, they were just a vain and slander. After all, the grudges of the holy war were still there. Now, seeing Ye Futian is so strong, how could he not be afraid, and worried that Ye Futian would settle the score with them and end up like the Saint Lord Xihua!
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