Chapter 164 Half-step holy monarch, shocking the world
Yan Qingyou showed no emotion and continued to torture Xiong Zu. After several punches, Xiong Zu's body was beaten into disarray, and it was difficult to find an intact place.
Yan Qingyou seemed to be tired from the beating, so he kicked Xiong Zu with his left foot and lifted him up to the inner hall of Wanyan Holy Land.
In the blink of an eye, Yan Qingyou stood in front of Xiong Zu, holding the long sword tightly in his right hand.
Seemingly bored, Yan Qingyou wanted to open the wine gourd on her waist and take a drink.
By coincidence, Yan Qingyou glanced at Luo Huangxue intentionally or unintentionally. After looking at each other, Yan Qingyou slowly released her left hand holding the wine gourd and pursed her lips.
Be patient.
"Half...half-step Saint King."
After being severely beaten and his life hanging by a thread, Xiong Zu finally judged Yan Qingyou's general cultivation level. A look of horror appeared on his bloody face, and his eyes were extremely frightened.
There are seven realms of saints. The first three realms can be called the first saints. The fourth realm is the Mysterious Gate of Life and Death, which is a dividing line. After passing the Mysterious Gate of Life and Death, you can be revered as a Great Sage and enjoy freedom in the world.
The seventh level of the saint is the saint king.
Yan Qingyou's cultivation has reached the seventh realm, and he can definitely be called a half-step saint.
"The leader of Dongchen Peak is the Half-Step Saint Lord!"
The well-known forces in Xuanyu Prefecture were secretly observing this battle, and many saints were hiding. When they learned that Yan Qingyou was a big shot like the Half-Step Saint Monarch, they were more horrified than the other and could not accept this fact at all.
"How old is he! How can he reach such a height after practicing Taoism for less than three thousand years?"
People in the seventh realm of saints are very rare. Looking at the entire Xuanyu State, there are definitely no more than ten people at the saint king level, and they are all old and sealed in coffins, waiting for the creation of heaven and earth to come into the world, so as to extend their life span.
"The Demon Clan has hit a brick wall this time. Unless the Holy Lord of the Demon Clan shows up, there will be no way to recover the humiliation caused by the Demon Clan today, let alone recover the Demon Clan's holy items."
The Half-Step Saint King is completely capable of traversing Xuanyu State, and he is not afraid of Zhongling State, which is at the core of the world. The Wanyan Holy Land, a second-rate force that the world's strong men don't care about, hides a Half-Step Saint Lord. This
How ridiculous!
Yan Qingyou raised his right hand, clearly intending to take Zu Xiong's life.
"Senior, please be merciful. I am a member of the Bear Clan, and my ancestor is a Demon Lord. If I die, the hatred between the Demon Clan and the Wanyan Holy Land will never end. We can discuss today's matter slowly, no need to
The quarrel has reached a point of extreme proportions.”
Ancestor Xiong Ancestor has lived for tens of thousands of years, but at this moment, he calls Yan Qingyou "senior", completely losing his face, just hoping to save his life.
"Monster!" The sword that fell from Yan Qingyou's hand paused for a moment, with a serious look on his face: "There is indeed some trouble."
Hearing this, Zu Xiong breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his life had been saved. He secretly swore in his heart that if he was embarrassed today, he would personally find it back one day.
However, when everyone thought that Yan Qingyou would settle down and take a step back, Yan Qingyou's behavior shocked everyone.
Phew!
The sword light flashed, and Xiong Zu's head rolled several times on the ground, and blood spurted out from his neck, which was shocking.
Xiong Zu's soul immediately left his body and struggled twistedly, trying to escape.
Yan Qingyou grabbed hold of Zu Xiong's soul with her left hand.
Ancestor Xiong's soul kept struggling and wailing: "If you kill me, the demon clan will not let it go!"
"Noisy." Yan Qingyou exerted slight force with her left hand, and with a "pop" sound, Zu Xiong's soul shattered.
At this point, Ancestor Xiong, who had passed the critical barrier of life and death, died.
"He's just a demon king, not the emperor of the demon clan. There's nothing to be afraid of."
Yan Qingyou lowered her head and glanced at Zu Xiong's headless corpse, disapprovingly: "You just had murderous intentions towards Luo Yatou, your end is already doomed."
Luo Huangxue was very satisfied that Yan Qingyou had avenged her, and said through a message: "Old man, seeing as you have worked so hard today, I will cook you two more dishes tonight."
Hearing Luo Huangxue's words, Yan Qingyou swallowed her saliva. This fight was worth it. She can add more dishes later, and replied: "Can I order some food?"
"What you think is beautiful." Luo Huangxue gave Yan Qingyou a roll of her eyes.
"..." Yan Qingyou sighed softly in her heart. After all, she thought too much. But on second thought, it would be good to have a few more dishes tonight. It's better than nothing.
When it comes to ordering food, it is indeed a bit excessive.
Yan Qingyou was thinking wildly.
Monster clan, hinterland.
Ancestor Xiong's life card shattered, immediately alarming the sleeping monsters. Many monsters opened their terrifying eyes, as if they could swallow everything in the world.
"My grandson is dead, who will take care of him?"
The demon king of the Bear Clan felt the loss of his blood relatives, and a voice that spanned the long river of time came from the hinterland of the demon clan, crossed the boundless Xuanyu State, and landed on the boundary of the Wanyan Holy Land.
Suddenly, the sky turned dark, and a huge black shadow appeared in the sky above Wanyan Holy Land.
Demon Lord!
The bosses of Xuanyu Prefecture felt like they were facing a formidable enemy and believed that the demon clan's behavior was a naked provocation. However, the shadow of the demon king came to this world. How could the mortals dare to say anything? Their bodies were trembling and their faces were pale.
Yan Qingyou wiped away the laziness he had just shown, and instantly tightened his grip on the long sword. He looked up at the black shadow in the void, with a solemn look in his eyes. Although Yan Qingyou has half a step of the cultivation of a saint, he is not as good as a saint.
There is still an insurmountable gap in the true power of the Holy King.
The only thing that makes Yan Qingyou happy is that the holy king of the demon clan has not come in his true form, but is just an incarnation. He is still capable of dealing with it.
According to the contract between the human race and the demon clan, saints from both sides are not allowed to enter their respective territories. This time, the demon clan saints had a reasonable excuse to come and retrieve the demon clan's sacred objects. Of course, the human clan saints did not stop it and chose to acquiesce.
However, if the Holy Lord of the Monster Clan penetrates deep into the hinterland of the Human Race, this will not be a simple matter. If you are not careful, it will trigger a war between the Human Race and the Monster Clan.
"You, damn it."
The phantom of the Monarch of the Monster Race saw the corpse of Ancestor Xiong on the ground, and his anger suddenly aroused, and he pointed at Yan Qingyou.
Just when Yan Qingyou was about to draw his sword and fight, a cough sounded from nowhere: "Give me face, this matter has been revealed. What do you think?"
Xu Changge, who was sitting sipping tea, raised the corner of his mouth slightly and whispered: "Old guy, you have been lazy for so long, it's time to come out and support yourself."
Who is speaking?
It’s such a big statement to ask the Holy Lord of the Monster Clan to show some face!
The strong men in Xuanyu Prefecture were shocked and searched for the trace of the person who spoke.
Yan Qingyou was also confused, looking left and right.
An old blind man, holding a wine jar in his arms, walked out drunkenly from the foot of a mountain in Wanyan Holy Land. Every few steps the old blind man took, he let out a wine burp.