This is an innocent disaster for the Yiyuan Saint. If he had not been bent on establishing prestige for the saints, he would not have done this to pick on the little monk.

At least he can't beat him, but he can't hide either.

Such a big event happened in East Tongzhou. After Tianqi received the news, he had already brought First Zixu, Huangli, Wang Yuanba, Lingzhu, Thundergod Demon Ancestor, and Yang Minjun to accompany him.

Later, the Six Paths were also spread. When the Six Paths were spread to the underworld, they were rushing to the Dongtuo territory of Dongtongzhou. There was also an incident where a saint was besieged in the Dongtuo territory.

The great era has not really arrived, but such crazy things have already happened, and the saints in the world are in danger.

The reason why Tianqi and others rushed here in such a hurry this time was precisely because of the Sword Emperor matter.

Not long after the Sword Emperor arrived in East Tongzhou, he met a group of mysterious people. When these people saw him, they said that he was not qualified to become a saint, and initially advised him to give up the sainthood.

Of course, whoever sits behind the saint's seat will get down after being told how many people there are. Now there are only ten people in the world. This status, regardless of cultivation, is a symbol of nobility. In addition, there is the issue of lifespan. Becoming a saint will no longer have a lifespan.

is the problem.

The Sword King was a person who survived the great catastrophe in ancient times. When his life span was about to end, he ascended the holy throne. One day in the holy throne meant that he lived one more day.

After ascending to the holy throne, one's lifespan is no longer limited by one's own cultivation, otherwise the Sword Emperor would have died long ago.

The Sword Emperor was willing to give up his holy position, so he naturally had a conflict with this group of people of unknown origin, but he did not expect that this group of people was very powerful, and among them were two Dao masters from the Ninth Level of the Divine Throne.

The two of them took action and injured the Sword Emperor. Of course, one of them was also injured by the Sword Emperor, and killed three of the other party. They formed an undying grudge and were hunted by him for millions of miles.

In the end, the Sword Emperor was trapped in a desperate valley. It was rumored that the royal disciples came to rescue him, but he did not know how many disciples were sacrificed in vain.

Originally, there were six divine thrones in the royal family, but when they reached the end of the valley, there were only two of them, and they were all injured. There were dozens of ancient gods, and more than half of them were dead.

The royal disciples had no choice but to go to Tianzong and ask Huang Li for help. Huang Li joined Tianzong back then and had been squeezed out of the family tree by the royal family. However, Huang Li cared about the royal family and knew that their ancestors were in trouble.

So I asked Tianqi to come to the rescue.

But when Tianqi arrived, many people came to surround and kill the Sword Emperor after hearing the news.

Among them, the heads of the two major branches of the Ming family, the Di family and the Xuan family, were also present. As for the mysterious man, they left after setting up a Feng Shui array.

Their purpose is not to make the Sword Emperor a saint, saying that the Sword Emperor is not qualified to be a saint and should step down from the holy throne. Whoever can break their Feng Shui formation will have the Sword Emperor's holy throne.

"Ancestor...what should we do now?"

Huang Lai looked at the Sword Emperor with confusion in his eyes. The royal family and all the disciples of the Spire were almost dead here. If their ancestors could not survive, then their royal family would be completely destroyed.

In the past, when the saints were proud, their royal family offended many people.

"I hope the imperial power can protect the other descendants of my royal family."

The Sword Emperor looked up at the sky, what could he do? After hearing the Sword Emperor's words, the expression of the other man, Huang Sheng, changed. He had misunderstood what his ancestor meant.

He thought that their ancestors asked them to summon the emperor's power and ask for his support, but he did not expect that they just wanted the emperor's power to protect the rest of the royal family.

"Ancestor...disciple sent someone to summon Huangli and asked him to try to ask Tianzong to support us."

Huang Sheng suddenly knelt down.

"Ahem~~~~Nonsense, you...you...do you want our royal family to annihilate its descendants...Tianzong, I hope they don't come...they can't come."

The Sword Emperor has a broken hand, his hair is messy, and there are at least dozens of injuries on his body. If he were not a saint, he would have been dead long ago if he were another master of the throne.

Buzz~~~~~Buzz~~~~~~~~~~~~~Woo~~~~~~~~

There was a faint buzzing sound in the sky. This sound sounded in the bottom of my heart, but it was only very weak. Then, not in Dongtongzhou, it began to rain acid rain, bitter rain.

This is the sorrow of heaven and earth.

"The saint... the saint has fallen."
Chapter completed!