Therefore, this middle-aged man is very likely to be the holy corpse of a saint who gave birth to evil thoughts, and it is impossible to be a living person.
But even so, a holy corpse in the holy realm is not something they can compete with.
"This single-plank bridge actually requires all of us to work together to cross it? This is a bluff, right?"
"But what if it's true? After all, the Holy Lord of my ancient clan has not come to the eternal land."
…
At this moment, the saint kings of the seven ancient clans frowned at each other, and then they all looked at the saint son of their own ancient clan.
Each of the ancient races in the human race was able to sweep across the heavens and the world, and they fought fiercely with each other.
Looking at the history of the Human Era, even in turbulent times, the ancient tribes worked on their own and did not bother to join forces with others.
Now, they have to follow the decision of the Holy Son of the Ancient Clan.
"I, the ancient Tunkun clan, agree."
"Now that you are here, you must enter this Holy Pyramid."
"Sage Dayan, let's stop."
At this moment, a loud voice sounded, and surrounded by hundreds of holy kings of the Tunkun Ancient Clan, a slender young man stepped out, with runes of the Holy Path emerging from his feet.
Needless to say, this young man was the Holy Son of the Tunkun Ancient Clan. He actually stood up and stopped the fight between Holy Son Dayan and Xiao Ye.
Under the suppression of the energy erupting from the Holy Pyramid, Holy Son Tunkun was still able to mobilize the holy law!
"It is rumored that the genius of the Tunkun Ancient Clan, Qi Qingyan, once showed favor to Xiao Ye and wanted to win over him. It seems that the rumors are true."
Many people have strange colors on their faces.
"Yes, Holy Son of Dayan, if you want to deal with the Yanhuang Realm Lord, don't be in a hurry. The Holy Pyramid is more important."
At this moment, the world is in turmoil, and there is a mysterious figure standing in the mist, hazy, making people exclaim.
The Holy Son of Jiuxiao from the Jiuxiao Ancient Clan in the human race!
Another saint-son-level figure stood up to speak to Xiao Ye.
"Okay, then I will give you some face, little Zayu, and we will fight again in the future." A bright light flashed in the eyes of Holy Son Dayan, and he gave up and walked back.
"Holy Son Tunkun, Holy Son Jiuxiao..."
Xiao Ye glanced at the two saints, then looked at the middle-aged man standing at the top of the pyramid, frowning slightly.
He originally thought that there might be a holy corpse of a powerful saint from the forbidden ancient tribe in this holy pyramid, but he sensed it carefully and never sensed any fluctuations from the forbidden ancient tribe.
It seems that the powerful holy corpse of the forbidden ancient tribe is very likely not in this holy pyramid.
Seeing that the storm was resolved, Guitu of the Dayan Ancient Clan and Zhang Ye of the Shuangtong Ancient Clan breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, the three major ancient tribes all expressed their stance, and the other four ancient tribes naturally had no objections and agreed to join forces.
"Xiao Ye, fortunately this mysterious strong man appeared, otherwise we would have been in trouble."
The Great Sage Taixu and the Holy Kings other than the Ancient Clan also flew over, their faces full of joy.
He was surprised to find that Xiao Ye had broken through to the Holy King Realm, but it was too dangerous to face off against the Holy Son of Dayan.
"Trouble?" Xiao Ye sneered in his heart.
If you really offend him, it's not certain who will win.
"Okay, little guys, since you all agree, let's get started. Remember to work together. It won't work without anyone."
The middle-aged man at the top of the pyramid smiled evilly and waved his palm gently.
Suddenly——
Wow!
The Yangtze River under the single-plank bridge was actually enlarged, and the power of the Holy Order within it became even more unfathomable. At the same time, everyone's suppression disappeared, and Tao and Dharma surged again.
"Walk!"
The double-pupiled saint's eyes were bright, and he led the others to rush out.
Afterwards, the Dayan Ancient Clan and the Tunkun Ancient Clan were not to be outdone, and were led by the Holy Son onto the single-plank bridge.
Other ancient tribes appeared one after another, Xiao Ye and other holy kings outside the ancient tribe did not fall behind.
"What is this person's intention in asking us to join forces?"
Xiao Ye secretly thought in his heart.
This is rather like a game played by a strong person in the Saint Realm who has evil thoughts.
"However, I can take the opportunity to see the strength of the seven saints."
Xiao Ye's eyes fell on the seven ancient saints in front of him.
Everyone rushed onto the single-plank bridge together, and suddenly the Yangtze River below turned blood red, and the cries of all living beings could be heard. Bleeding oars could be faintly seen, gloomy clouds, mountains of corpses, and a large number of holy creatures appeared, which was extremely strange.
To kill, like the dark soldiers from the underworld appearing.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The saint kings of the seven ancient tribes took action together at this moment, turning the world upside down and having the momentum to sweep across the heavens.
Especially the seven holy sons, each one is very powerful, with unparalleled power, swallowing up the universe, and various holy methods have evolved, which can be said to sweep all the way and shock the world.
Xiao Ye and others are also taking action.
However, in just a few tens of breaths, the group of people walked half the distance, and the holy creatures of the holy king realm began to appear. They were still unable to resist, and no one was even injured.
"The ancient clan is too strong. If it weren't for internal fighting, our human clan would have dominated the three thousand worlds long ago."
Xiao Ye's face was full of emotion.
This forward speed is much faster than that of him alone. I'm afraid it won't be long before he can cross this single-plank bridge.
As everyone walked two-thirds of the way, there were more and more holy creatures in the holy king realm, and the holy kings of the major ancient tribes began to show injuries.
There was a loud buzzing sound, and the vast firelight was seen falling down, and chaos was lingering, directly burning several saint world creatures comparable to the small saint kings into nothingness.
This is the Holy Son of Jiuxiao taking action.
Boom!
Another majestic power erupted. Holy Son Tunkun opened a black hole with just one hand. A holy creature comparable to the Great Saint King had half of his body chopped into pieces. Then he was swarmed up by the saints of the Tunkun Ancient Clan and was directly killed.
Killed by bombardment.
…
"The strength of the Saint Son of the Ancient Clan may even defeat the Dacheng Saint King." Xiao Ye had been paying attention to the movements of the Seven Saint Sons of the Ancient Clan, and his eyes suddenly became serious. He had an idea of the strength of the Saint Son of the Ancient Clan.
A clear understanding.
At this moment, holy creatures comparable to the level of the Dacheng Holy King have appeared. Even if they are not at the level of the Holy Son, they are almost there.
"There is still one-fifth of the distance left to cross this single-plank bridge." Xiao Ye's eyes narrowed.
But as everyone embarked on the last fifth of the journey, the holy creatures that came to kill disappeared, and even the turbulent Yangtze River calmed down.
The entire single-plank bridge was quiet, with only the sound of people's footsteps echoing.
"strangeness!"
The hair all over Xiao Ye's body stood up.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!
Buzz! Buzz!
At this moment, the single-plank bridge trembled violently, and countless treasures of light shot up into the sky. In front of everyone, piles of holy sources, fragments of the holy path that exuded the holy light, and many other treasures appeared.
Everything exudes heart-stopping fluctuations.
"Oh my god, so many treasures!"
"Am I dazzled? I actually saw a 'Holy Flower from the Other Side'. This is the most precious treasure of the Saint King Realm. One flower is worth half a million Saint Sources!"
…
At this moment, the seven ancient clans, Xiao Ye and others all paused, their eyes were burning, and their breathing became rapid.