Chapter 160 Yan Qingyou appeared and cursed the demon clan
The four monster saints started to burn with momentum like a rainbow, and their anger started to burn like a raging fire, causing a part of the void to distort.
The death of a saint from the Monster Clan caused a considerable impact. Under such circumstances, the Monster Clan had every reasonable excuse to send strong men into the human race's territory to destroy the Wanyan Holy Land.
This matter was caused by the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Evolutions. Naturally, the top forces of the human race could not wipe the butt of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Evolutions. They chose to remain silent and let the demon clan do what they did. As long as the demon clan does not affect the interests of other forces, it does not matter.
"There is no need for the Wanyan Holy Land to exist anymore."
The four monster saints had heard of the name of the Buyi Confucian Sword and did not take it seriously. This was because one of the saints was the ancestor of the Bear Clan and an unparalleled being in the fifth realm of saints.
The bear cub who died in the hands of Luo Huangxue not long ago is the descendant of this bear ancestor.
The seven realms of sainthood are divided into the realm of transformation, entering the Tao, transforming into a dragon, the profound gateway of life and death, breaking the illusion, returning to oneness, and the Mahayana.
The first three realms of a saint: metamorphosis, entering the Tao, and transforming into a dragon. Metamorphosis means getting rid of the mortal body and living freely between heaven and earth. These are the first three realms.
The mysterious realm of life and death is the fourth realm. Only those who have seen through the mysteries of life and death can be qualified to climb higher mountains. The fourth realm of saints is an insurmountable gap. Countless saints have been stuck here and stopped in their lives.
Here it is.
The last three realms of a saint are: breaking away from illusion, returning to unity, and Mahayana.
In the whole world, there are very few people who can reach the seventh realm of the Saint. Such an unrivaled existence is revered as the Saint King.
The Xiong Ancestor of the Monster Clan is an unparalleled strong man who has broken through the delusion of the fifth realm of saints. He has survived the catastrophe of the mysterious realm of life and death, and is a master in the true sense. Such a strong man has a very high status no matter where he is.
Ancestor Xiong spoke, intending to destroy the Wanyan Holy Land, and the laws of heaven and earth began to turmoil. Every mountain peak in the Wanyan Holy Land began to shake, black mist enveloped the sky, and the power of the saint came over, as if the end of the world was coming.
"If Luo Yatou hadn't insisted on handing over the demon clan's sacred objects in advance, things wouldn't have developed to this point."
Some elders in the Holy Land began to complain.
"The matter has come to this, and it is useless to say more."
Most people are blaming Luo Huangxue, thinking that Luo Huangxue is responsible for all this.
However, blame belongs to blame, and fear belongs to fear. In the face of catastrophe, no one retreats.
"The Wanyan Holy Land has been passed down for a long time, is it going to be destroyed in my hands?"
Ancestor Mo Yuankong couldn't help but think of the glorious time of Wanyan Holy Land and blamed himself.
Xu Changge looked at the several saints of the demon clan calmly and calmly, found a suitable place to sit down, and tasted the tea comfortably.
"At this time, he is still in the mood to drink tea. Aren't you afraid?"
Many people saw Xu Changge sitting aside with doubts on their faces.
"Just pretending to be calm."
Lin Xuan and Xu Changge had some disagreements and whispered.
Ancestor Xiong was about to take action and yelled loudly: "Those who don't matter should leave the Wanyan Holy Land as soon as possible."
Swish——
The powerful men from various forces who were originally sitting in the inner hall of Wanyan Holy Land immediately left the boundary of Wanyan Holy Land with their juniors and watched from a distance.
Not long after, everyone who had nothing to do with the Wanyan Holy Land left in a hurry.
Luohuang Xueling stood in the void. Although she could not detect the old man's aura, she knew that the old man must be nearby. She shouted loudly: "Old man, if you don't come out, I, the Wanyan Holy Land, will lose all face."
Already."
Who is she calling?
Everyone looked at Luo Huangxue, wondering why.
"Does the Wanyan Holy Land have anything to rely on?"
The strong man from the demon clan glanced around and did not catch any strange law fluctuations.
"Ru Jian was so arrogant just now that he killed my fellow demon clan members, but now he is hiding and not daring to come out?"
A certain saint from the demon clan began to provoke, thinking that Shangguan Guyun did not have the courage to fight, and was hiding in the dark and trembling.
After a while, when everyone thought Luo Huangxue was pretending to be a ghost, a soft sigh came from nowhere.
Although the sigh was not loud, it strangely reached everyone's ears.
Xiong Zu and other demon clan saints tensed up and smelled a hint of danger.
"You guys are just trying to make things bigger, so can't you let me worry a little bit more?"
A middle-aged man with stubble on his face sat on what looked like an ordinary long sword. The scabbard was black and dull, and the sword's edge was in the sheath, but its sharpness was unknown.
Yan Qingyou held a wine gourd in her hand and looked at Luo Huangxue with resentful eyes.
"The first master of Dongchen Peak!"
The elders and disciples in the Holy Land originally had a glimmer of hope, thinking that the Holy Land still hid some unknown secrets. But when they saw Yan Qingyou appear, they were very disappointed.
The leaders of each peak sighed inwardly, fearing that they would not be able to escape this disaster.
Ancestor Mo Yuankong glanced at Yan Qingyou who looked like an alcoholic. On the surface, Yan Qingyou's cultivation level was only at the late stage of the Extreme Spiritual Realm. But upon closer inspection, he discovered that Yan Qingyou was like an endless sea.
endless.
Could it be that the leader of Dongchen Peak is also an extraordinary person?
Mo Yuankong secretly guessed.
"I thought it was who it was, but it turned out to be the drunkard leader of Dongchen Peak."
"You dare to show up at this time and don't know how to run away. It's really stupid."
"He was able to show up when the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Formations encountered a great disaster and was willing to advance and retreat together with the Holy Land. This is extremely precious. It's just that he, a late-stage monk in the Extreme Spiritual Realm, has to die."
The monks from all forces shook their heads and said.
Certain forces gloated over the misfortune and watched with great interest as the Wanyan Holy Land fell into a state of death, ignoring the fact that it had nothing to do with them.
"You can't blame me." Luo Huangxue put her hands on her chest and glanced at Xu Changge.
Xu Changge felt the fierce gazes from his senior sister and the cheap master, and seemed to disappear.
"Xu Changge." Yan Qingyou ignored the saint of the demon clan, kept looking at Xu Changge, and called in a low voice.
Xu Changge and Yan Qingyou met for the first time in their lives, and Yan Qingyou had a new apprentice. Yan Qingyou had been hiding in the dark just now, examining Xu Changge. Unfortunately, Yan Qingyou failed to see Xu Changge's true identity.
Very confused.
"Master." Xu Changge's title was full of various emotions.
In this life, Xu Changge finally saw Yan Qingyou with his own eyes, and felt mixed emotions in his heart.
Yan Qingyou felt the respect in Xu Changge's eyes, and there was a sense of reunion after a long absence. Yan Qingyou was puzzled. She had never seen Xu Changge in her life, so why did she always feel that Xu Changge had known her for many years?
Yan Qingyou couldn't understand this situation, frowned slightly, and murmured in her heart.
The saints of the demon tribe had been suppressing their anger, but they couldn't stand it anymore, and they burst out with terrible holy power.
"The Wanyan Holy Land must give an explanation to my demon clan!"
Ancestor Xiong seemed to be a little afraid of Yan Qingyou. He couldn't see Yan Qingyou's cultivation, and his soul instinctively sensed the danger.
"If this matter comes to an end, our master and apprentice must have a good talk." Yan Qingyou said meaningfully.
"Okay, master, you need to settle this matter first, be careful."
Xu Changge laughed.
Yan Qingyou turned to look at the demon clan, and finally her eyes fell on Ancestor Xiong: "What explanation do you want?"
"Return the treasure of my demon clan, and the two people who killed my demon clan must die to apologize. Only by doing these two things can we calm the anger of my demon clan."
Ancestor Xiong stated the conditions with great momentum. If it weren't for the fear of Yan Qingyou, he would not have negotiated the conditions, but directly trampled the Wanyan Holy Land to the ground.
The saints of the demon clan can detect things that ordinary people cannot detect. Yan Qingyou's cultivation level is ordinary on the surface, but there seems to be huge energy hidden in his body, making the laws of the void in this world tremble faintly.
"Are you kidding me?" Yan Qingyou scratched her head and curled her lips: "The two people you want to kill, one is my precious apprentice and the other is my old friend."
"The demon clan cannot tolerate humiliation."
Xiong Zu threatened.
"Where is this place? This is the territory of my Wanyan Holy Land. You monsters have come all the way and destroyed so many things in my holy land. How come it has come into your mouth and you, the monsters, have been humiliated?"
Yan Qingyou sat on the long sword and asked while drinking a small drink.
"The sacred object of my demon clan fell into the hands of the Wanyan Holy Land, and the Wanyan Holy Land did not return it to my demon clan. This time my demon clan came to take it, but not only did you refuse to return it, but you killed so many people. This time
Hey, aren't you insulting our demon clan?"
Ancestor Xiong scolded loudly, his anger rising to the sky.
"You have bullied me right at the door of my Wanyan Holy Land, yet I am not allowed to resist. According to your wishes, I, the Wanyan Holy Land, deserve to be bullied by you."
Yan Qingyou was unhappy and stuffed the wine gourd tightly and placed it on her waist: "Besides, you said that the demon clan's sacred object fell into the hands of my Wanyan Holy Land. What evidence is there? Even if there is evidence, this thing belongs to me
What you picked up in the Wanyan Holy Land, you returned it just because you said it would be returned. Why? To put it bluntly, even if you want to return it, I, the Wanyan Holy Land, found the holy relic for you monster clan and kept it for so long. You monster clan are not allowed to take any of it.
Did you pay for your hard work?"
"What nonsense!"
Xiong Zu was so angry at Yan Qingyou that he cursed loudly.
"You monsters don't have a good conversation even when you come here. You just stand on a high place and look down on who?"
Yan Qingyou slowly stood up and placed her feet on the scabbard.
Xu Changge, who was sipping tea below, saw Yan Qingyou sealing the wine gourd in her hand, and said to himself: "The old man is unhappy."
Originally, Yan Qingyou wanted to have a good talk with the Monster Clan, but just now the Demon Clan's Xiong Ancestor actually wanted to kill Luo Huangxue and Shangguan Guyun. Hearing this, Yan Qingyou felt unhappy.
One is Yan Qingyou's old friend, and the other is Yan Qingyou's precious disciple who is afraid of melting when he holds it in his mouth. Xiong Zu wants to kill both of them, how can Yan Qingyou be in a good mood.
"Lao Yan, is he...is he crazy?"
"Did he drink too much and dare to talk to a saint like this?"
"That's all, we can't escape this disaster anyway, let Yan Qingyou curse a few words!"
The top management of Wanyan Holy Land had a look of death on their faces. They only knew Yan Qingyou as an old drunkard who was addicted to alcohol.
Could Yan Qingyou be a saint?
Absolutely impossible!
Jian Yunhe, the leader of Beiqiao Peak, denied this possibility. He and Yan Qingyou grew up together, wet the bed and dug out bird's nests. Jian Yunhe thought about Yan Qingyou's temperament and style over the years, which was not comparable to that of a saint.