When Emperor Ji and others crossed the Evil Sea and arrived at the Outer Holy State, everyone was dumbfounded and could not believe what they saw.
The entire Outer Holy State has been sunk long ago.
The area considered a forbidden area by the Nine Souls no longer exists at this moment...
The evil sea submerged those broken continents, and the terrifying waves kept rolling. There was no imperial aura in the air, only the chilling holy power. And Bai Ye, stepping on the evil sea, pinched the Holy Twelve with one hand, as if walking on flat ground
Come this way.
Saint Twelve's limbs were all severed, and the wounds were shocking. He was like a human pig, being carried forward by Bai Ye, and his blood stained the water of the evil sea along the way.
"Dragon Lord!"
Everyone trembled and screamed, their eyes showing fear.
"go back."
Bai Ye's face was cold and his voice was cold.
Emperor Ji and others nodded, but the sharp-eyed Emperor Xi discovered that the terrifying Death Dragon Sword on Bai Ye's waist was no longer there.
"Dragon Lord, your sword..."
"It was taken away by someone." Bai Ye shook his head, with evil aura in his eyes.
Everyone was shocked, how could someone take Bai Ye's things? However, no one dared to ask Bai Ye's specific situation, thinking that Bai Ye must be in an extremely bad mood at this moment.
When they reached the shore, they rode on horseback and headed towards Dajing City.
This time, Bai Ye finally tasted the taste of failure. He also understood more and more the value of strength.
The old guy died because of me, and this time he couldn't even save the Death Dragon Sword...
Bai Ye secretly gritted his teeth and felt ripples in his heart.
He is not the Ice Queen, he will not stop here, and the Ice Queen takes a fancy to his toughness, so she is willing to sacrifice herself like the Dragon Emperor.
She knows that she can't fulfill her wish, but Bai Ye can!
"who's that person?"
He grabbed Saint Twelve hanging on the horse and asked coldly.
"Wu Men Bu San! He is an elder of the Wu Men force and one of the supporters of the Wan Xiang Sect in Li Shengzhou." Sheng Twelve said weakly. At this moment, he did not dare to resist at all.
"How to find him?"
"Just find Wumen... and that's it."
When Bai Ye heard the sound, his eyes sparkled with light.
........
Bang!
The void trembled for a while, and then a messy but headless figure bumped out of it.
The figure was particularly frightening. His body was full of holes, and blood was constantly leaking out, almost drying up. However, although the figure was dilapidated and not human-like, he was still not dead, and a faint holy power around him was still maintained.
With life.
"Fortunately, I have the unique holy art 'Eternal Death Art' to support me. As long as I use the holy power to regenerate the head in a stick of incense and repair the damaged body, I will not die."
The figure hurriedly sat down cross-legged and adjusted her schedule.
A head quickly sprouted from the broken neck, but due to insufficient holy power, although the head grew out, it was pitted, extremely irregular, and extremely ugly. He hurriedly used the remaining holy power to repair the heart and other parts, but this
The recovery failed to meet expectations again. All wounds were only covered with a thin layer of mucous membrane, and then... the holy power collapsed.
The figure suddenly opened his eyes, furious, and kept gasping: "Asshole! Asshole!!! You actually hurt my heavenly soul, so that I am now no more than the realm of the Great Emperor! You bastard!!!"
Roaring sounds rippled through the room.
How difficult it is for an Emperor to enter the Holy Realm. To have his cultivation level repulsed is simply more uncomfortable for a Soul Lord than to stab him in the heart. Although he forced the Dragon Emperor to death and seized the Death Dragon Sword, Bai Ye
The sudden outburst greatly damaged his vitality. If he could choose again, he would never follow the advice of Saint Twelve to rob the Dragon Emperor's saint inheritance, otherwise he would not be beaten from the realm of the Great Sage to the realm of the Great Emperor.
If this matter spreads, it will definitely cause an uproar! And he will also become a laughing stock!
The figure angrily swallowed a few pills and continued to recover his body. After a long time, the wounds on his body were already numerous, but he could no longer produce any holy power, only imperial energy...
The power of the saint completely disappeared...
"Now we don't even have the realm of a saint. Although we have the Death Dragon Sword, we absolutely cannot hold it. We need to hide in seclusion for the time being and wait until we regain the realm of a saint before making plans. I have the Death Dragon Sword. If I regain the realm of the Great Saint again,
, in such a holy state in Dali, we can ride freely!" the man thought.
But just as he was thinking, there was a sudden knock on the door of the house.
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
"Elder Busan! Are you in there? The leader has informed you to go to a meeting." A figure sounded outside the house.
"I'm refining alchemy. I can't go for the time being. Let's talk to the leader." Bu San took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.
"That's...ok." The people outside hesitated for a moment, then turned and left.
Seeing this, Fusan breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
.......
boom!
Saint Twelve's body fell heavily on the hall. A group of great emperors lined up on both sides, all of them opened their eyes wide and looked at the man on the ground in disbelief.
This is the supreme being of the Nine Souls, the person standing at the top of the Wanxiang Gate!
However, today, his limbs were broken and he fell to the ground like a dead dog.
This is a saint.
Many emperors gasped and worshiped Bai Ye even more.
But only Bai Ye knew in his heart that the capture of Saint Twelve had nothing to do with him. It was the fault of the Dragon Emperor and the Ice Queen.
"From today on, Long Jue takes over the Wanxiang Gate!"
Bai Ye turned his back to everyone and said calmly.
"As you command, Dragon Lord!"
Everyone's blood was boiling and they all clasped their fists.
"Look at this person first. I will be in seclusion for a period of time. After the seclusion, I will leave for Li Shengzhou. During my absence, all matters in Long Jue will be controlled by Emperor Ji and Emperor Yan! In addition,
I issue an edict and I want the entire Nine Souls forces to surrender! Including Jiugu and Great Flame Palace!"
Bai Ye spoke again, and his voice was particularly decisive.
When Emperor Ji next to him heard the sound, he was slightly startled: "Dragon Lord, what if... they don't obey?"
"If anyone doesn't obey, kill him." Cold words emerged, murderous intent rippling.
People were terrified.
Bai Ye, you are cruel this time!
He doesn't want to wait any longer!
Bai Ye went to retreat, and on the same day of retreat, the team from Dajing City set off, like a big net, spreading across the entire Nine Souls Continent.
Xuanyuan fell, Saint Twelve was captured, the Great Emperor Alliance collapsed, the Wanxiang Sect was leaderless, and the entire Nine Souls were respected by Long Jue.
In the Great Yanshen Palace, Emperor Yan stepped out and looked at the dozens of great emperors standing in front of him, with a helpless and wry smile on his face.
"From today on, the Great Yan Palace will be merged into Long Jue."
In Wine Valley, the same scene happened.
The Emperor was indignant, but he still compromised, otherwise once he refused, only death would be waiting for him.
Both Jiu Emperor and Yan Emperor will understand that because of their so-called non-helping each other, from that moment on, Bai Ye will only treat them as passers-by. And Ice Palace will become the core force of Long Jue, surpassing Jiuhun
above.
In a small world.
Under the Qingdi Tree, the majestic tree bloomed with bursts of bright light.
To be continued...