The Demon-Subduing Sword is coming out, who will compete with you?
At this moment, even the saints who had ideas finally extinguished their idea of competing with Su Bei for a long and short time. The Demon-Subduing Sword is a magical artifact second only to the First Emperor's Sword and represents the supreme aura of the Central World.
However, in the Sanyang World, everyone knew that the Sword of the First Emperor had fallen along with the First Emperor on the way to conquer the other world and seek more advanced Taoist techniques.
"Where is the destiny of heaven, I pay homage to the great saint, and I will give it to the world. I wish the great saints will be boundless and have boundless magic powers." Suddenly, on the huge pilgrimage square, tens of millions of people from the Western Regions shouted in unison.
In an instant, Su Bei felt a stream of incredible pureness, a power of faith that was stronger than the subjects of Luotian World, poured into his eyebrows frantically.
Suddenly, his mind felt extremely transparent. The power of faith washed his mind hard, allowing his spiritual cultivation to break through the shackles on his own and advance to the level of enlightenment.
Of course, since the previous three months, Su Bei directly took over the Demon Subduing Sword. Perhaps the Demon Subduing Sword was originally the sword of the National Master of the First Emperor Empire. When he recognized his master, Su Bei's spiritual cultivation began to quietly advance and break through.
The national master is a person with clear mind and supreme wisdom. Since Su Bei has the Demon Subduing Sword, how could he not get great benefits from the Demon Subduing Sword?
The mind opens its orifices, and one orifice reaches all orifices.
The wisdom of northern Jiangsu has risen greatly. In the eyes, the divine light is shining brightly, and the pitch-black holy robe sounds. On the throne of the Great Saint behind him, the Great Saint Runes still emit a thousand-foot-glorious light. In the altar of the saint behind the throne, prayer incense soars into the sky, which is spectacular.
With a wave of his hand, a natural majesty was completely revealed. His eyes looked around and looked at the people who belonged to him from now on.
"Okay, you who regard me as the great saint, I should devote my heart and effort to benefit the land of the Western Regions. My people will also enjoy infinite glory."
Su Bei paused, and his eyes looked at the infinite distance, as if he wanted to see all his people. Whether those who are sincere or rebels seemed to be unable to escape his gaze.
"From now on, no matter what festival you have had before, you will be eliminated. If anyone dares to kill, he will definitely kill him." Su Bei continued, and after he finished speaking, he pinched his left hand and suddenly burst into air.
The boundless aura of the domineering and the king's aura are revealed.
As he looked around, there were more than a hundred saints, who lowered their heads with guilt. Especially the saints who had experienced fighting with one person like Su Bei and escaped from the heavens.
Since you cannot resist, you can only surrender. This is the idea of a saint. On the other hand, the people of the hundreds of countries have already surrendered in their hearts when they see the supreme magic power of northern Jiangsu.
For generations, the purest one may be the ordinary people. They do not have much ambitions. Since they have recognized the status of the great saint in northern Jiangsu, they will be passed down forever and be pious and convinced.
Su Bei was satisfied with the performance of the saints. At this time, his power was completely above all the saints. Even if he was a saint who had understood the power of the law, Su Bei could still kill him in an instant with the blessing of the sword soul.
What's more, the Demon-Subduing Sword has never drunk blood since its birth.
Hum? At this moment, Su Bei let out a light and puzzled voice. He looked at the endless gaze and suddenly saw a huge stream of cultivators on the land of the Western Regions, crossing the river and mountains, and rushed towards the Eight Immortals Peak.
At the same time, Zhu Wutian, who stood respectfully behind the altar of the Saint, also discovered an abnormality. In an instant, Zhu Wutian stepped on the air and flew over the pilgrimage square, shouting loudly: "Enemy attack, be warned."
In the eyes of countless people from the Western Regions, the one who can arrive at the pilgrimage square at the inauguration ceremony of the Great Saint is his own people. And whoever comes after that is, no matter who it is, is an enemy.
Of course, at this moment, all the people of the Western Regions were filled with anger. No matter who dared to disturb the rebellion ceremony of the Great Saint, it was a great sin. Even if they were killed, they could not vent their anger.
Su Bei stood in front of the throne of the Great Saint, with a hint of awe on his face. No matter who dared to come here to make trouble at this time, Su Bei would definitely not allow it and would not be afraid.
Xiao Jin shouted lightly, and his petite body had already soared into the air. On the golden robe, thunder patterns flashed, golden hair flew, and two golden lights burst out of his eyes.
"Huh?" Xiao Jin exclaimed lightly.
Su Bei looked up in surprise and immediately saw Xiao Jin's puzzled gaze. Su Bei couldn't help but ask, "Good girl, what's wrong?"
"Then, that's Yang Daozong." Xiao Jin said in disbelief.
"He seems to be running for his life."
"What?" Su Bei said in surprise.
The next moment, Su Bei had already stepped on the air, turned into a phantom, and instantly came to Xiao Jin's side. His eyes also flashed with divine lights, looking at the flowing light that was still far away.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw that three streams of light were flying extremely fast, almost flashing forward in a way that pierced the void. After those three people, there was an endless army of people walking in the air.
The army was in chaos and the god of war had not yet condensed, and he felt a little lost and running around in despair.
"This..." Su Bei was surprised and pondered.
"Great Saint, the enemy is coming, please order to kill him." Zhu Wutian knelt in the sky and said loudly.
"Kill and kill!"
Suddenly, the crowd was infuriated and tens of millions of people shouted loudly.
The Western Regions were originally wilderness, and hundreds of people from all the people of the country were warlike. With their roars, a huge and ferocious God of War had already condensed in a high altitude, almost equal to the image of northern Jiangsu in the Golden Light Pillar.
Su Bei raised his hand and said, "Wait, be wary, listen to my orders, and act according to the opportunity."
"Yes, follow the orders of the Great Saint." The people shouted loudly.
At the same time, the countless streams of lights flew in and saw the God of War condensed above the Eight Immortals Peak. Suddenly, the flight speed slowed down and gradually stopped.
After a while, a stream of light rushed towards him, and the army stopped in place, but slowly condensed a god of war. No matter how you look at it, you didn't have the confidence.
The flowing light that was shot in the sky gradually slowed down. Su Bei looked at it and sure enough, Yang Daozong's figure appeared faintly in the red and scorching light.
Finally, the flowing light stopped, and Yang Daozong's figure standing in the air appeared. Standing thousands of feet away from northern Jiangsu, he felt the solemn hostility of the tens of millions of people in the Western Regions.
At the same time, Yang Daozong looked at Su Bei, who was wearing a black holy robe and a black holy crown, and asked in a deep voice: "But... are the brothers of Su Bei?"
Su Bei looked at Yang Daozong and frowned slightly. At this time, Yang Daozong was no longer as heroic as he was on the same day. His heavy armor was damaged and his body was covered in blood. How embarrassed it would be.
At this time, it is really hard to connect Yang Daozong with a peerless emperor with endless ambitions. Things in the world are impermanent, and who would have thought that the meeting between Su Bei and Yang Daozong was completely reversed.
No, it was not completely reversed. Yang Daozong who entered this place could almost be said to be in a state of dismay, but Su Bei was a high-ranking saint of the Western Regions. He was completely incomparable to the scene when Su Bei and Yang Daozong met that day.
"That's right, it's me." Su Bei sighed slightly and said in a deep voice.
At this time, how could the spiritual cultivation level of Su Bei at the enlightenment level not knowing the festival? Yang Daozong was defeated and Ji Xiaotian chased him here. Yang Daozong saw the image of Su Bei in the Golden Light Pillar, so he fled.
"How far is Ji Xiaotian's army?" Su Bei continued without waiting for Yang Daozong to speak.
When Yang Daozong heard this, his expression suddenly became gloomy and he smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid it's not far away."
When Su Bei heard this, he waved his hand and said proudly: "I will tell him to come, but not to go in the Western Regions."
After hearing this, Yang Daozong looked at northern Jiangsu with a complicated expression, and then looked at the tens of millions of Western Regions in the Pilgrimage Square. His face changed several times and he said carefully: "Brothers in northern Jiangsu, Ji Xiaotian's army is afraid..."
"Why, are you doubting the combat effectiveness of my people in the Western Regions?" Su Bei smiled coldly, but his eyes looked at the people in the Pilgrimage Square.
"Fight and fight, fearless."
In an instant, tens of millions of people shouted loudly, and the god of war standing in the sky became taller and taller. His hideous face was extremely fierce, and he actually felt a kind of blood-devouring madness.
The Cangyang world, the East and West domains, all belong to the barbarians. Being war is the nature of the barbarians and their birth. Whoever dares to offend or invade their territory will be killed to calm their anger.
Su Bei's words just ignited the fighting spirit of countless people and their anger towards the invaders. At this moment, each of them could turn into a killing machine, sucking blood and madly.
The cold-blooded fighting spirit that soared into the sky contained endless will to kill. Yang Daozong was shocked. Su Bei was surprised and nodded with satisfaction.
"My people, the powerful enemy is about to invade our Western Regions. What will we do?" Su Bei stretched out his hands and a loud voice suddenly rang out.
"Kill and kill!"
No matter men, women, young and old, tens of millions of people shouted loudly.
"Okay." Su Bei shouted in a deep voice, and his eyes suddenly looked at the border between the Western Regions and the Central Region, where there were signs of a large army rushing towards him.
"Starting and fighting in Zhongzhou is the first battle of our Hundred Nations Alliance in the Western Regions." Su Bei waved his hand and shouted without any delay.
The light was rising everywhere, and tens of millions of people, led by the saints of their respective kingdoms, soared into the sky. The endless fighting spirit caused thousands of miles of storm and shocked the earth.
Yang Daozong was completely stunned. Once upon a time, northern Jiangsu was just a casual cultivator. At this time, with his order, all the people of the Western Regions obeyed the order.
It’s heaven and fate.
On the other hand, Yang Daozong, the defeated leader of the army, the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed. The contrast was so great that Yang Daozong could not come back to his senses for a moment.