Chapter 251 The Saint of the Mountains and Rivers!
On the Battle Emperor Platform, Xiao Yi also opened his eyes at the same time. He felt a cold breath locking himself, as if he had broken free from the shackles of the prehistoric beast. The aura made him shudder.
He looked up at the distance. At the end of the stone pillar, a strong figure stepped forward, and divine light was lingering around his body. This was a saint. His eyes opened and closed, and the divine light was everywhere. The faint aura emanated, causing many young strong men to stand up all their hair.
"Just relying on him, he can gather three flowers to the top and five energys to the Yuan Dynasty. It's a joke!"
Within a few steps, Xiong Jian came closer. This was a middle-aged saint with sword eyebrows on his temples and straight figure, but his eyes were cold. Even though he was under the King of War, his eyes were full of overlooking the scene.
"Is it the Saint of Qiya from the Shanhe King tribe?"
There are young strong people who communicate with their souls. For the past century, one of the taboo strong people of the younger generation comes from the Shanhe King's tribe. A month ago, it was escorted by the Saint Qiya.
Not far away, several elders looked at each other, and when they moved their hearts, they became a little clear, but they did not speak. Although they were saints, they did not want to be easily involved in some things.
"It turns out that he is the Saint of Qiya, who is indifferent to the welcome and rude."
The saint of Mingyang stepped forward, and the Glacier Sword Saint had a cold face, but stood with several elders. He could take action, but he could not walk with Mingyang at the moment. He was the seventy-two saints of the Battle Emperor Hall of the Western Regions. If he wanted to maintain enough majesty, he would have to pay enough price. Sometimes, blood and fire were just casual.
"The saint of Mingyang has not seen him for many years and his style remains the same."
The face of the Saint Qiya was slightly slower. This was one of the seventy-two Saints of the Battle Emperor Hall of the Western Regions, and was different from the ordinary Saints. He had outstanding achievements in the field of law, and he could not underestimate him even if he was as strong as him.
"I don't know what happened to Saint Qiya?" Saint Mingyang said.
"For the sake of this killing spear, Xiao Yi." Saint Qiya said, "What are the three flowers gathering together, and the five energys are facing the Yuan Dynasty. If it weren't for the killing spear of my Shanhe King Tribe. If it weren't for the aura of the God-Slaying Rule, how could it be valued by the War Emperor Platform? The Saint Mingyang is here, and the method of my Shanhe King Tribe cannot be left behind. It's time to take it back now."
On the Battle Emperor Stage, Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, two young servants, and his eyes were full of contempt and coldness when he looked at him.
The saint of Mingyang frowned slightly and said, "The saint of Qiya doesn't know that the magic gun of the Killing Spike was just obtained by this son's chance back then, not deliberately blaspheming the method of usurping the nobles. Opportunities and fortunes are the destiny of heaven, and they are also personal fate."
"Sage of Mingyang should not be deceived." Saint Qiya shook his head, "Our clan's magic gun was stolen by villains and fled from the clan territory. Our clan has not found it for so many years. It is difficult to guarantee that this son is not the descendant of that man. Even if it is not, he cannot escape the relationship. With such ulterior motives, he still wants to enter the sea of wronged souls and compete for the fortune of the Beast Island. He has to be careful. Even if he defects to the alien race, it may not be known."
Tie Gang and his men changed their expressions. This has already involved taboos. The Shanhe King tribe is the supreme king tribe of the Western Regions in the Northern Desert and has ruled over the Western Regions for many years. The Saint Qiya is now in the Western Regions War Emperor Hall. To a large extent, he is no longer just a saint. Behind him is such a huge creature, if it were not necessary. Even the Western Regions War Emperor Hall would not commit suicide.
The saint of Mingyang was silent, and the battlefield was silent in all directions. Even many young and powerful people chose to silence at this time, but many people looked at Xiao Yi with a little more pity and indifference.
Indeed, the three flowers gather together and the five energys are just talking about the Yuan Dynasty. They are all taboo figures in the younger generation of the Northern Wilderness and Western Regions. There are only a few of them in a hundred years. However, in the case of trillions of human race in the Northern Wilderness and Western Regions, it is difficult to measure how vast this land is. There are also the three realms of the East and South, as well as the central realm that has almost become a bad place and is excluded.
"No, but it's a natural person who comes from a general, and how strong the bloodline and foundation can he have. It's already very difficult to have the name of a young saint. That's the saint of Haoyang who looks up to you."
"It's different to add the Killing Spike. Even the military tactics and lock the sky fist is just a military tactic. However, the Killing Spike was created by half of the King's Ce, and the Nine-Turn Saints, and the Killing Spike is even more rare in the upper level."
Some young strong people have agreed with this statement when they exchange their will. It is difficult to accept that a taboo character suddenly appears, belonging to the forbidden zone of the younger generation. How many people want to step in? It is like a natural barrier blocking all young strong people. It would be fine if they were from the Supreme King's Division or even the Supreme Teacher's Division, but now many people are happy to see it.
On the Battle Emperor Platform, Xiao Yi's eyes gradually became colder. This day finally came. From the day he passed on the Slaying Spike, he realized that even the Supreme King's Division would not give up this powerful method, let alone evolved to restrain the gods. The importance of it is even above many quasi-king strategies, and the king's method is directly chasing people.
Xiao Yi had to come with the Western Regions War Emperor Palace. He believed that since the War Emperor Palace could stand on the top of the human race for such a long time, right and wrong must always have a scale. What's more, if you are in this heavenly palace, once you are not dealt with properly, people's hearts will disperse. Even in later generations, what's terrible is not lack of power, but clot.
When the human heart dissipates, the power will also dissipate.
"Saint of Qiya."
After a moment of silence, the saint of Mingyang said again: "This son is destined to me, and I want to take him as a disciple. As for the aristocratic method, I am willing to guarantee that his belongings will return to the original owner and make a vow that he will not be passed on to the second person in this life. I hope that the saint of Qiya will show mercy."
What!
Many young and powerful people were shocked. The saint of Mingyang is not an ordinary saint. As one of the seventy-two saints of the Battle Emperor Hall of the Western Regions, in addition to the saints and human kings who have been in the pass for many years, looking at the entire Northern Desert and Western Regions, it is enough to shock the entire northern wilderness and the Western Regions. It is rumored that his combat power is good, and he is only slightly worse than that of being on the Reincarnation List. Such a powerful saint is actually willing to take the Heaven-Slaying Spear as his disciple?
Then, many young people showed envy in their eyes and worshipped the War Emperor Platform. They were almost the last group. In comparison, they were also the weakest group. They could not be compared with those powerful divisions and even the descendants of the Supreme King's tribe. Teachers such as the saint of Mingyang are almost unattainable. If they could worship under their sects, they would have lived in a tribe of five thousand years.
On the Battle Emperor Platform, Xiao Yi's heart moved. He didn't expect that the saint of Mingyang would make such a choice. He felt a little warm. How could he not know that on the ancient road of death, this old man had been with him all the way from nowhere to protect him in secret, but until he met, he never mentioned the matter of becoming a disciple. Obviously, he still wanted to test it. At this moment, he made up his mind. Even if he had been crawling and struggling in the rich and rich life for more than 20 years, Xiao Yi couldn't help but sigh that this was a real strong man.
All directions were silent, and the Saint Qiya pondered, and the two young servants also showed a strange look on their faces. They were favored by the Saint Mingyang. This was a bit of trouble, but no matter how troubles were, it would not work.
Not far away, Yan Liefeng and Gu Hengyang looked at each other. They all had an ominous premonition. It was a bit unexpected that the saints of the Shanhe King Tribe arrived so soon. Obviously, they were prepared for it. The moment everyone stepped into the Heavenly Palace, they received the news.
"The Saint of Mingyang is probably bewitched." At this time, the Saint of Qiya smiled, "I still have this little vision. Only the Slaying Spear of the Mountain and River King Tribe can be recognized by the War Emperor Platform. The meaning of the Three Flowers Gathering and Five Qis of the Five Qis to the Yuan Dynasty must be clearer than me, so my Shan and River King Tribe needs to take it away. This is the meaning of several Supreme Elders of our clan. Please ask the Battle Emperor Palace of the Western Regions to deprive the Sea of Injustice of the Sea of Injustice."
"The nobles really have to do their own way!"
The saint of Mingyang paused and said word by word. His aura was not obvious, but his eyes opened and closed, and he showed a great majesty. He was still rejected in such a manner. If it were not yet settled five hundred years ago, he would have taken action long ago.
The Saint Qiya didn't care, but said lightly: "The Slaying Sword is of great importance and involves a lot. My Shanhe King's tribe attaches great importance to it. It is rare for the saint Mingyang to have a junior who value it. Unfortunately, I was deceived by villains. I can wait for one day. Tomorrow, I hope that the Saint Mingyang can make a decision. My Shanhe King's tribe has been in contact with the Western Regions War Emperor Hall for many years, and several elders think twice."
After saying that, the Saint Qiya accidentally swept over the elders of the Sword Saint of the Ice River, and then turned around and left. The two young servants glanced at Xiao Yi with a pity, and turned around and followed him.
The pupils of the Mingyang Saint contracted slightly. Looking at the back of the Saint Qiya Saint left, just a moment ago, he clearly saw a hesitant look on the faces of several elders.
A sigh in his heart, the Saint Mingyang waved his hand: "It's all gone."
Immediately, a heavenly soldier appeared and led everyone away. The heavenly palace was very large and there were countless heavenly palaces. Even the younger generation, many of them did not live in one place, especially some descendants from the Supreme King's tribe, who were all placed alone in the clear streams of mountains and rivers, where the spiritual energy was rich, and it was a treasure land for calming down and condensing energy.
Xiao Yi and his party were introduced to a large courtyard by the heavenly soldiers. Here, the green bamboo and spiritual stream, the jade bridge is crystal clear, and the bamboo building is quiet, which is also a good place to be quiet.
The heavenly soldiers quickly left and told everyone that they could live at will, but they were not allowed to walk around at will. They specially reminded some forbidden areas, such as the elders and others, to kill them if they trespass.
He randomly chose a small purple bamboo building to enter. After a while, a sneer appeared on the corner of Xiao Yi's mouth. He clearly sensed that, except for Yan Liefeng and others, many young people avoided this area far away, and there was a bamboo building around him, and there was no one.
The bright moon is in the sky.
At a corner of the Heavenly Palace, in a mountain stream, there are spiritual springs gurgling, waterfalls hang down, clouds and sunsets. By the waterfall, several spiritual trees stretch their branches and leaves. The green and jade-like spiritual leaves sway gently, and the essence of life is strong and emits a faint fragrance of medicine.
At this moment, under the waterfall, the Saint of Qiya sat cross-legged beside the spiritual spring. Two young servants stood in front of them, with stars shining brightly above their heads, and wisps of starlight drooping down, and were sucked into their mouths and noses by the Saint of Qiya. (There is another chapter, please wait, please vote for recommendation, please subscribe!)