Amid the sound of destruction, an illusory figure floated into the scene.

This is a skinny young man wearing a gorgeous wide-sleeved robe and a flying sword as a hairpin. His face is not handsome, but it gives people endless sense of majesty.

Only the Jinwu clan tribe knew that such a young man was actually an old monster who had been in seclusion for thousands of years.

Wu Xiutong!

The priest who ranked thirteenth in the Golden Crow lineage has shown that he is a true saint who controls the power of the laws of the Holy Way.

“No matter how fast you escape, it’s useless.”

Wu Xiutong glanced at the scene, took a step forward, and disappeared out of thin air.

...

"The aura of the Holy Way appears."

In the distance, two men walked side by side, both with tall crowns and wide belts and big sleeves.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a neat and indifferent expression on the left frowned and looked into the distance.

"Senior Brother Kuya, someone should be chasing the target like us."

Middle-aged eyes were deep, and there was a terrifying sword intent.

"Well, he is a true saint. Judging from his breath, it should be from the Golden Crow lineage of the Sunset Tanggu."

An old man with a thin cheek on one side spoke hoarse and husky voice.

"True Saint?"

Middle-aged man felt a stern.

"Junior Brother Yu Xiu, it's time for us to act, we can't let the Tongtian Sword fall into the hands of others."

The old man spoke hoarsely.

“This is nature.”

Yu Xiu nodded.

At this moment, these two saints from the Tongtian Sword Sect moved away from the void.

"Kuya... It turns out that even he can't sit still..."

A moment later, a monk in black appeared. He looked extremely young, but the vicissitudes of his eyes were extremely strong.

"It seems that there is more than one monk who wants to deal with this son..."

The monk in black sighed.

He just killed a young man on the path of immortality, but created such a large formation and would be a bit disgraceful if he passed it out.

"Well, I'll go and see what kind of ability this son has, which has caused the saints to travel, and the world's attention."

The figure of the monk in black flashed and floated away.

In the Dadizang Temple, an old monk whispered softly: "Senior Brother Fazheng...he must have found the trace of that heresy, right?"

...

Far from afar, a huge and majestic city outline appeared in Lin Xun's vision.

Whoosh!

Lin Xun put away Haoyu's ark and looked back.

A quarter of an hour ago, after killing Wu Hengya, he suddenly suffered extreme danger, which made him choose to escape without hesitation.

Thinking about it now, Lin Xun has roughly concluded that the person who takes action must be a true saint!

Because that aura is too vast and sacred, it is far from comparable to people like Wuliuchi and Wu Hengya.

However, Lin Xun was not afraid of it too much.

He looked at the huge city that faintly appeared in the distance.

To be honest, if he hadn't been in a dangerous situation, he really wanted to enter the city and take a good rest and relax.

In the past ten years, he has not experienced the spirit of "fireworks in the world".

"Forget it."

Lin Xun finally gave up.

However, just as he was about to take a detour, a low and pleasant voice sounded between heaven and earth:

"Young man, if you dare to enter the city, millions of lives in the city will die because of you alone, so stop here."

Lin Xun narrowed his black eyes slightly, and as he sensed his spiritual sense, he saw a gorgeous treasure chariot appearing in the height of the void.

In the treasure chariot, there was a woman in the palace dress with skin that was better than snow, black hair was as beautiful as ink, and had a peerless temperament.

"Who are you?"

Lin Xun said calmly.

"Sea Soul Clan, Shang Ye."

The woman in the palace dress speaks silly and silly, like pearls falling from a jade plate, which is pleasant and pleasant.

Lin Xun said oh, and his figure floated on the top of a mountain on one side. The mountain wind whistled, making his black hair fly and his clothes roar.

He glanced around and said, "Since the saint of the world is here, why should he hide it?"

The voice is plain and resounds throughout the world.

"Ha, the soul power of this little beast is quite good."

A chuckle sounded among the clouds, and the clouds there suddenly rolled, and a slender, majestic and majestic figure appeared.

This is a man in a white robe, with a golden ring hanging from his left ear, which looks very weird.

"Are you?"

Lin Xun asked.

"Ten Thousand Beasts Spirit Mountain, Mo Kong."

The man in white robe smiled slightly and looked extremely holy.

"Remember what you said."

Lin Xun glanced at him and looked at the other side.

There, a bronze chariot rumbled over the void, blood flowing, and yin energy rushing to the face. On the chariot, there was a figure with blurred figures and black fog rolling around.

"My fellow Taoists, I only need a heart for this evil beast, and you will deal with the rest."

The black fog figure on the battlefield spoke, his voice extremely cold.

Lin Xun did not ask questions this time, and suddenly he felt that there was no need to know who the other party was, and that they could all be classified as enemies.

If that's the case, who he is?

But Lin Xun didn't care, but the others in the field couldn't ignore it. They all recognized the black fog figure on the bronze battlefield, which was a great figure in the "Moon Worship Sect" in the Holy Hidden Land-

The Holy Protector Xiahou Blood!

“Is there any more?”

Lin Xun's eyes swept across the three men, Shang Ye, Wan Beast Lingshan Mo Kong, and the Moon Worshiping Xiahou Xue.

These are the three saints!

When it comes to breath, there is no doubt that it is terrifying.

"Yes, this age is so good at having such cultivation, and it has become the number one person in the supreme realm, and it is really amazing to overwhelm the sharpness of his peers."

Suddenly, a loud sound like a sword resounded, and the two saints of Tongtian Sword Sect, Yu Xiu, appeared on the scene.

The one who speaks is the brutal cliff.

"It's just a pity that if you don't become a saint for a day, you will be an ant for a day. No matter how amazing you are, you will be no match for a finger in the holy realm."

Yu Xiu's expression was indifferent.

"That's not necessarily."

Someone said coldly, "I killed two holy priests of our clan with my own hands, and their methods were extremely cruel."

Accompanied by the sound, Wu Xiutong's figure appeared in the scene, his eyes were like lightning, locking on Lin Xun who was standing on the top of the mountain.

One sentence surprised all the old monsters in the audience.

They knew very well that although the priests of the Golden Crow lineage were false saints, they were not strong people below the saint realm that could be provoked by them.

But now, there are two pseudo-saints who die at Lin Xun's hands, which is naturally surprising.

For a moment, their eyes looked at Lin Xun with a hint of strange color.

"Is that mysterious female saint's hand that moved?"

In the sky, Shang Ye, wearing palace clothes, walked out of the treasure chariot and asked.
To be continued...