Chapter 233 Little Supreme

On the battlefield of Muye, the saint of the fairy clan was dying, no one part of his body was intact, blood was flowing, flying across the starry sky, everyone was petrified at this moment, and he didn't know what to say.

The creatures on the north bank were stunned and couldn't believe it. They didn't expect that the immortal saint who appeared aggressively on the stage would be defeated just like this, and was being violently beaten by the white-clothed god king.

Moreover, the white-clothed god king didn't give the fairy clan any face at all, humiliating a saint of the clan in public was simply a naked provocation. Didn't he take the North Shore fairy clan seriously?
"This old man is going to kill you!"

The saint of the immortal clan was furious. Since his debut, he had never suffered such humiliation. He was beaten violently in public, and even hit the parts that were disfigured.

"You said this sentence a long time ago, but the end result is that you were beaten by me."

The white-clothed god king said lightly, then curled his lips: "The fairy clan looks nothing more than that."

"presumptuous!"

Immediately, a few deep voices came from the north bank, shaking the sky, accusing the king in white.

In their eyes, the Immortal Clan cannot be tarnished, they are high above, they rule the world, and whoever dares to offend the Immortal Clan will die.

But there are also people who think that although the king in white is hateful, it has to be admitted that this guy's strength is indeed too terrifying.

At the age of twenty or so, it is unrealistic to be able to suppress the saints of the fairy clan, but it is happening in front of your eyes, which makes people have to believe it.

If such a character grows up, it will be really terrifying. He is definitely an invincible supreme being, and he has a great possibility of becoming a fairy, because such an achievement itself is a kind of record.

"What should we do, if we continue like this, we will only sacrifice more talents."

On the north shore, a sage looked at Qingming Yaosheng and asked his opinion.

"I didn't expect this guy to be so difficult. He was already sanctified at a young age, and he doesn't look weak."

Qingming Yaosheng also did not give any countermeasures, because the appearance of the white-clothed god king broke their original plan to dampen Nan'an's spirit.

"Is there no one in our world who can suppress the opponent within a thousand years of cultivation?" The saint sighed, with indescribable bitterness, he didn't expect the army's pace to stop here.

Hearing this, Qingming Yaosheng suddenly shrank his pupils, seemed to think of something, and said: "There seems to be such a character in the Celestial Race. When he set foot in the realm of saints, he was sealed up by the real immortals of the clan with special means. Thousands of years have passed, but his age has been maintained within a thousand years."

"Since it is sealed up, can it be said that his cultivation can still improve during this period?"

There was a look of shock on the saint's face. Such a method was too terrifying. It deserved to be an existence in the realm of immortality.

"That's right, I heard that his cultivation has reached the Saint Realm of the Ten Paths of Immortal Qi, and he is only one step away from stepping into the Supreme Realm." Qingming Yaosheng said.

"Hey, we are not cheating in this way, no matter how we survey, he is not a thousand years old." The saint sneered.

Qingming Yaosheng hurriedly said: "I'm going to ask for an order, let that adult come over and suppress this son."

After saying these words, Qingming Yaosheng disappeared on the battlefield, and no one knew where he was going.

However, the Qingming Demon Sage hadn't walked out for a long time before turning around and coming back. Beside him was a young man in gray clothes.

"This is the little Supreme Being of the Celestial Race. I met him on the way, and he also rushed over to fight." Qingming Yaosheng explained that the true fairy of the Celestial Race had sensed it, so he let the Little Supreme Come and learn the tricks of the young sage of South Shore.

Because the Celestial God Clan True Immortal thought that this was the best opponent of the Little Supreme, and he might be able to use this to break through to the Supreme Realm, so he was asked to come out and walk around.

The Little Supreme followed the Qingming Demon Saint to the North Shore Army. Everyone was unfamiliar with him. He had never seen such a character before, but when he saw that even such a Qingming Demon Saint was respectful to him, he immediately dared not Say more.

He was dressed in gray clothes, of medium build, and his appearance was very ordinary, very ordinary, but he had an intimidating aura, and when he released his immortal aura, he was extremely compelling.

The way of immortality is like this. When restrained, body and mind are as peaceful as a spirit lake, emerging gracefully, but once it erupts, it cuts through the void like a fairy sword, which is extremely terrifying.

It is very rare for a person who has cultivated immortal energy to have a black face and is not very handsome. The Little Supreme has a solid body, and if the immortal energy is restrained, he is no different from an ordinary person.

But Qingming Yaosheng knew that this was an extremely dangerous person, his flesh and blood contained energy, like a dormant real dragon.

"My lord, please take action to suppress this murderer!"

Qingming Yaosheng and the others knelt down on the ground with extremely respectful expressions, not only because of the opponent's strong strength, but also because of the opponent's noble status, from the sacred Celestial Clan, and it is reasonable for all races to worship.

The Little Supreme nodded, and moved, turned around, tore open the sky, left the north bank, and appeared on the wide pastoral battlefield, with a gust of wind blowing.

Afterwards, the Qingming Demon Saint told some important leaders of the North Shore Army about the origin of the Little Supreme. They were all surprised and shocked. is going to die.

Because this is an unusual saint who is of the right age and has cultivated ten immortal qi. He is from the Celestial Race and has advantages in all aspects. No matter how strong the king in white is, he cannot defy the sky.

"Little Supreme, please show your highest achievement in immortality and kill him quickly!"

"It's just a man in white from Nan'an, yet he dares to shout at our North'an and make him drink his hatred!"

"Kill him and avenge our comrades."

The crowd on the north bank was excited, and they hated the white-clothed god king to the bone.

And seeing the Little Supreme appear on the stage, the third priest of the Zhanzheng College also stared at this person, and found that he could not see through the aura of the other person at all, which was terrible and made him palpitate.

Then he saw through the other party's age, that it was really less than a thousand years old, and he was extremely shocked. He didn't expect such a monster to exist on the North Shore.

At this moment, the third priest was also a little worried, because he could see that the young man in gray on the north bank was really extraordinary, and he might be able to compete with the king in white.

As for the king in white on the Muye battlefield, he had already noticed it the moment the Little Supreme appeared.

He couldn't help but frown when he noticed the looming terrifying aura on the other party, this guy is really scary.

(End of this chapter)

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