Meanwhile, the Northern Underworld.

Fuyaohai, in a huge sea palace, Kun Shaoyu stood in front of the gate and looked into the distance.

"Congratulations to the young master for achieving the ultimate holy realm!"

In the square in front of the hall, the powerful people from the Kun clan, the largest clan in the ancient land of Beiming, whether they are the kings of immortality, ordinary true saints, or the saints of the top, bowed and bowed, and their voices shook the sky.

Kun Shaoyu!

One of the eight or eight masters of Qingming, the number one war god of the young generation of Kun clan, and a peerless genius who is as famous as a legend in the ancient Beiming domain.

He wore a black robe with wide sleeves, narrow eyes, and straight nose. He stood there casually, and then he was soaring to 90,000 miles away.

Immediately afterwards, in the nearby areas, the other strong men of the ancient Beiming Realm also bowed down to salute and express their congratulations.

The power of one person is the best in the audience!

Kun Shaoyu withdrew his gaze, glanced at the people in the square, and turned around and walked into the hall.

From beginning to end, his expression was calm.

But after walking into the hall, he seemed to remember something, paused and said:

"I heard that not long ago, a powerful man from the ancient wilderness named Lin Xun killed the Blood Demon Realm to reverse the earth. Please check it out, what is the background of this guy."

"yes!"

In the corner, a gray old man appeared, lowering his command from the leader and soon disappeared into the hall.

"After Xue Qingyi returned, she was so angry that she was furious. I want to see what actions he would take in the face of such a great humiliation."

Sitting on the only throne in the hall, Kun Shaoyu felt thoughtful.

Lin Xun?

He doesn't care.

He was just curious whether Xue Qingyi, who was also one of the eight masters of Qingming, would personally take action and kill this guy named Lin Xun.

...

Yin Jue Realm.

"Interestingly, while we entered the Secret Realm of the Prison, the Blood Demon Realm was frustrated by a man and lost all his face."

Wearing a jade robe, his forehead is smooth, his sword eyebrows, starry eyes are reflected in the sky, and he is thinking about something.

Candles reflect the sky.

One of the eight masters of Qingming, the emperor's son of the Zhulong lineage of the Yinjue Ancient Domain!

"Damn it! It must be that guy!"

On one side, Zhu Yingxue suddenly spoke out angrily.

A cold luster appeared in Zhu Yingkong's eyes: "You mean Lin Xun, the guy who defeated you and a group of messengers from other domains during the ancient wasteland?"

"Absolutely not wrong."

Zhu Yingxue gritted her teeth and said, "At the beginning, at the top of the Soul Refining Tower of Baiyujing, this guy was extremely arrogant and regarded as the number one person in the highest level of the ancient wilderness."

"I see."

Zhu Yingkong nodded.

"Brother, you want to avenge me! I don't want you to kill that guy, just capture him alive. I want to tame him into a slave, and I can only crawl at my feet for the rest of my life!"

When Zhu Yingxue thought of her crushing defeat in the ancient wasteland, she felt so angry that her body trembled slightly.

"Okay, as you wish."

Zhu Yingkong's eyes were soft and he stroked his sister's head like a doting person. He had never held such a grudge against anyone.

Since she had something to ask for, how could he, the older brother, not agree?

Some powerful men from the Zhulong lineage nearby couldn't help but look envious. Among the entire clan, the emperor's son Zhu Yingkong is the most arrogant, but he only loves his sister very much.

"But, let's wait and see Xue Qingyi's reaction. If you can kill someone with a knife, why not?"

Candles opened their mouths slowly in the sky.

...

Daluo Realm.

In front of a sword hut.

Following the report from the attendant beside him, a man wearing a feathered robe, wearing a flying sword as a hairpin, slowly opened his eyes.

Deep in his pupils, there seemed to be a sky sword flashing, which could cut off all things and crush the galaxy.

"Junior Brother Mu, you have fought with Lin Xun. What kind of person do you think this boy is?"

The man in feather spoke, his voice carrying a clanging breath like a sword roar, reaching people's hearts and incredibly intimidating.

Jian Qingchen!

The successor of the "Tianjian Pavilion", the first sword sect in the Daluo Ancient Realm, is one of the eight Qingming Realms. He is a rare sword genius in the ages.

In the ancient Daluo realm where sword cultivators are everywhere, the name of Jian Qingchen is an existence as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

His swordsmanship has long been the leader among his peers and is the best in all directions!

"It's very strong and domineering. When it's not saint, its combat power can almost be compared with your senior brother. It gives people a sense of unfathomable and unshakable."

Mu Zhaixing's expression was complicated. He still felt scared when he remembered the crushing defeat he had gone to the ancient wasteland as an envoy.

"Oh, there are such people in the ancient wilderness?"

Jian Qingchen, who was originally asking casually, finally became interested.

"I didn't expect that the ancient wilderness that had long been declining would have such an unexpected monster. He has now become a saint and has caused a big storm in the Blood Demon Realm. Inferring this way, even in the saint realm of the ultimate, he is not comparable."

Mu Zhaixing took a deep breath and made a careful analysis.

After listening quietly, Jian Qingchen nodded and said, "It's indeed amazing. It's not surprising that such a peerless figure was born after the ancient wasteland has been in ruins for thousands of years."

After a pause, he smiled and said, "But it depends on whether he can withstand the anger of Xue Qingyi. If he can survive from Xue Qingyi..."

Mu Zhaixing immediately pricked up his ears.

But in the end, Jian Qingchen didn't say anything else.

He closed his eyes and meditated quietly.

Mu Zhaixing wanted to speak, but in the end he still held back.

He knew that legendary figures like Senior Brother Jian Qingchen didn't need to remind him anymore.

...

Similar situations also occur in other areas of the Nine Domain battlefield.

Jiulijie.

The emperor's son of the Chi clan, the leader of the Jiuli Ancient Realm, and Chi Wushu, one of the eight Qingming Eight Realms, just snorted coldly: "In the ancient wilderness world, only this son can be seen, but he will never escape death in the end."

Star Evil Realm.

Shi Pohai, the direct descendant of the Shi family of the imperial clan and the leader of the Xingsha Ancient Domain, laughed gloatingly when he heard the news: "I had been disliked by Xue Qingyi, but now, he suffered a great loss in the Blood Demon Realm and was disgraced!"

Heavenly Fire Realm.

"Lin Xun? It's not worth mentioning that the situation where the ancient wasteland will be defeated is not something he can change!"

Lie Qian, a descendant of the Lie clan of the imperial clan and one of the eight masters of Qingming, rumbled his voice and evaluated it with disdain.

Dongsangjie.

After hearing the news, Hua Hongxiao, bald head, barefoot, fire eyes, and a strange face, said only one sentence: "This son will die, the ancient wasteland will be defeated, and the general situation cannot be violated!"

As the first Taoist priest of the Dongsang Ancient Realm and the first direct disciple of the younger generation of Shintoism, no one dares to question his words!

...

Blood Demon Realm.

The city of protecting the way, the Victory Tower.

Lord Xue Qingyi is back!

At this moment, countless eyes in the city gathered in Desheng Tower, and everyone was worried and did not dare to show off.

The atmosphere in such a huge city was strangely quiet.

And in the hall on the ninth floor of Desheng Building, the air was frozen and frozen, so depressed that it was almost breathless.

The big figures from the ancient Blood Demon Realm were all sitting on pins and pins, lowering their heads, and their hearts were tense, and they did not dare to look at Xue Qingyi, who was sitting upright on the main seat in the center.

Tatta...

The white and slender fingers of blood-green clothes gently tapped on the back of the chair, becoming the only sound in the hall.

He was still wearing a blue shirt, his thick black hair was loose, and he sat there lazily, holding his chin with one hand, narrowing his scarlet eyes, as if he was thinking.
To be continued...