Outside the Supreme Holy Land, giants from all walks of life gathered. These gathered giants had only one goal, that is, to welcome their talents from the Chaos God Sea.

Most of them have reached the seventh or eighth level of the ancient saint's cultivation. They have not retained their breath at all, just like mountains, making people unable to help but feel a suffocating feeling.

"This time the Chaos Divine Sea is opened, and the Son of God of our clan will be the leader!" said the eight-level ancient saint proudly.

Everyone present was extremely confident about their Son of God, not to mention that the discussion at this time was related to the honor of their clan, and they were not allowed to retreat at all during this discussion.

"Haha, the Son of God of your clan is the only one, so we have to see if the Son of God of our clan is courteous."

"What did you say? Do you think the Son of God of your clan is better than the Son of God of our clan?"

"This is natural!"

Some big clans who were not in line with each other could be said to be full of smoke. In the face of this situation, the only thing most small clans could do was to keep silent, for fear that such smoke would fall on their own clans.

Compared with these tribes, most tribes are extremely quiet. They are accumulating strength, fearing that their talented son of gods will have the supreme opportunity in the Chaos Divine Sea. When they leave the Chaos Divine Sea, they can't keep it.

"You have to find a place to argue. There are still decades before the opening of the chaotic deep sea. You all fight now. Is it interesting?" Just as both sides said that Mars were shining, someone finally spoke.

Those who can persuade them to fight are naturally powerful beings, and such an existence that can easily be accepted for fighting.

As for the reason? Of course, the most important thing is that the big clans who are talking and have no moral integrity to fight to the death.

For them, this situation is the best now, and if they fight to the death, it will not be time yet.

"Well, look over there..." Someone staring at the fog of the Chaos Divine Sea suddenly shouted in a deep voice, and the ancient saints who sensed something wrong also immediately looked in that direction.

At this moment, what everyone saw was the Chaos Divine Sea, which was originally covered by the Chaos Aura, suddenly disappeared without a trace, and figures were thrown out of the Chaos Divine Sea.

It's like heavy objects being thrown out and pulled.

"It's the saint Lina of my tribe." A big figure from the saint clan saw Lina rushing in front, quickly waved her sleeves, and the person had already arrived at Lina's side.

The Holy Clan is originally a powerful race, and the people sent here are the top eight-level ancient saints in the clan, and they are known as the number one person under the dominance. Such a person is unparalleled and shocking.

So when Lina was the first to rush out, although many people had questions about Lina in their hearts, they implyed that in the end, almost everyone did not rush towards Lina, let alone expressed their doubts about Lina.

Most of them were looking for their own son of god among the crowd. Now there was a change that they could not explain in the Chaos Divine Sea. Maybe there was a huge opportunity that they did not understand.

In this case, as the masters of the Chaos Divine Sea, they must not make any mistakes, and they cannot watch some huge opportunities that can make their clan rise slip away from their own hands.

"Lina, what happened inside?" The eighth-level ancient saint of the Holy Clan asked in a deep voice when he came to Lina.

Lina frowned slightly, but in the end, she still reported respectfully:

"Sir, the thirty-six strong tribes jointly killed Zheng Ming, trying to seize the opportunity in Zheng Ming's hands, but in the end..."

"Zheng Ming's opportunity, huh, the thirty-six tribes, they are still in a rebellion. Tell me, which tribe they have taken the opportunity." The face of the eighth-level ancient saint of the Holy clan changed. It was definitely not an ordinary thing to be forced to be snatched by so many races. Now that Lina and others are returning empty-handed, he will never miss this opportunity.

"They are all dead." After Lina said this, she suddenly raised her head and said, "Sir, my subordinates suggest that we go back immediately."

The eighth-level ancient sage was a person with a calm mind, but at this moment, listening to Lina's words, his face also showed a look of surprise.

He looked at Lina in a little surprised and said, "Who are they you're talking about?"

"Sir, what I am talking about is the thirty-six tribes and the holy sons and goddesses of hundreds of races. They planned to kill Zheng Ming, but in the end, they were killed by Zheng Ming and now they all died."

Kill, die!

These four words were like heavy hammers, hitting the eighth-level ancient saint's heart. Although he did not take the four or five-level ancient saints to heart, many ants bite the elephant to death, not to mention that these saints and goddesses are not ants. They are the pride of a tribe, and their combat power exceeds their cultivation level.

Some ancient saints of four or five levels can even exert the combat power of the sixth level of ancient saints. Now these ancient saints have all died one by one. How is this possible? But from Lina's words, he could not hear any meaning of lying.

Lina didn't lie, so this is true. Thinking about Zheng Ming's situation, his heart quickly turned.

"Sir, when I face Zheng Ming, it seems like I am facing the supreme master. His cultivation level has probably reached that level." Lina said in a deep voice in order to strengthen the eighth-level ancient saint's mind of leaving.

However, his words not only did not let the eighth-level ancient saint retreat, but instead made the greed in the eighth-level ancient saint's eyes even more.

For the eight-level ancient sage, the most important thing for him is to be able to break through the nine-level realm. Only by becoming the master can he become a giant in the world and control supreme power.

But I don’t know if it is the limit of the supreme holy world. Even if it is a powerful race, the number of masters seems to be fixed. Even if he is working hard, the thin layer of shackles that seem invisible and intangible always make all his efforts disappear in the end.

Now, Zheng Ming’s performance that Lina mentioned made him extremely moved, after all, this involved his greatest dream.

"I should kill the son of our tribe. If there is someone who protects Zheng Ming, it will be the natural enemy of our tribe!" Someone shouted loudly, and his voice was filled with murderous intent.

After roaring to the sky, someone even shouted in grief and anger: "Zheng Ming, you are really guilty of killing my son. I will never stop you from dying!"

"If you kill Zheng Ming, whoever stops him will be the enemy of the entire supreme holy land!"
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