I have a role in the heavens

These figures walked very slowly, but they were breathtaking. Each one seemed to have gone through countless tribulations, and the physical body was integrated with the great ways of heaven and earth, and integrated into the principles of Tao.

A total of seven ancient saints came hand in hand and walked together, making the earth almost collapse. Various rays of light fell from the sky, and the sky sounded continuously, as if it was singing for them. The visions produced by these seven ancient saint-level powerful men were recognized by all the ways of heaven and earth, and all kinds of auspiciousness were brought down for them. Each one of them was in charge of a divine rule.

On the horizon, flooded by a blazing light, seven tall figures approached, each one dyed with a layer of golden brilliance. All creatures trembled and were in awe. This was a saint-level existence that needed to be looked up to for a lifetime. As the footsteps approached, all the human monks felt like cold water was poured on their heads. Each saint had a different appearance, with obvious ancient characteristics.

Bathed in the rays of light, with their bodies rimmed with gold, the seven ancient saints have different appearances. Some have human heads and phoenix bodies, some have unicorn heads, some have thirty-six pairs of divine wings on their backs, and some are exactly the same as humans. .

Obviously, they are not from the same clan, but they have one thing in common, that is, they do not believe that Emperor Wushi is still alive, just like the Ancient King Longshou.

The seven ancestor kings restrained their pressure and were not as arrogant as the dragon-headed ancestor king, forcing the human race to kneel down. However, their expressions were very cold, even more indifferent and ruthless, and they were aloof, as if they were gods looking down on the world.

"The Yaochi grand event is about to begin, and the seven ancestral kings are coming to make this gathering glorious."

Someone spoke and gave a disguised compliment, with a bit of caution on his face.

"Please invite the seven seniors."

Some people's leader spoke, and although he was hostile in his heart, he had to treat him respectfully. If the reception was not good, there might be a big disaster.

However, the seven ancestral kings still stood outside Yaochi, as if they had not heard anything, and did not pay attention at all, their faces as cold as ice.

"You ancient kings have come, let the conference be colorful and congratulatory. Please move your car into Yaochi."

Several more human leaders looked at each other with solemn eyes before speaking again.

However, they still ignored them. The seven ancient kings did not even look at them. They did not respond in any way and regarded them as nothing. Several human leaders bowed and saluted, then stopped there awkwardly, and suddenly froze. This was not humiliation, but indifference. Other human monks also felt chills all over, feeling the huge difference between saints and ordinary monks.

These seven ancestor kings were very stingy even when they looked at the human race leaders, their eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, and there was a cold chill, as if they were facing a group of ants with no common language. There is no deliberate contempt, but this kind of perspective from a different realm completely ignores these powerful people of the human race, which makes people feel cold in their hearts.

The dragon does not live with the snake, and the roc does not live with the bird. Saints and ordinary powerful people are already people from two worlds, and there is no need to intersect at all. The seven ancestor kings did not pay attention to the saint bishops of the human race at all. Their spiritual consciousness dispersed and they have entered the Yaochi Holy Land. They want to Looking for the human saint Hua Yunfei.

The saintly girl from Yaochi frowned, her starry eyes were like water, and she gave a slight bow. She had the aura of the Green Golden Pagoda of Immortal Tears and the power of the Supreme Dao, and she spoke softly.

"The seven ancestral kings came to participate in the Yaochi Grand Meeting, why don't you come in?"

The seven ancient saints lowered their eyes, sensing the pressure of the Supreme Emperor's soldiers hidden in the void, and slowly spoke.

"What kind of grand gathering is this? Who can sit with us here to talk about the future of the world and discuss the development prospects of all races?!"

"There may be a saint in the human race. Even if he has unparalleled fighting power, he is still no match for the seven of us!"

These words revealed endless confidence, which made all the human monks fall silent. They also did not believe that Hua Yunfei could defeat seven with one. Therefore, even though the words of the seven ancestor kings were full of contempt for the human race, they still could not refute. This is the gap caused by strength. The seven ancient saints are enough to sweep all the major forces of the human race, making them invincible and looking down on the world.

Everyone's face was ashen, but they were unable to refute. The human race was indeed too shallow. There were so many strong men at the saint level who could talk to them on an equal footing. All the monks in the human race were filled with anger, anger and helplessness.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps from the end of the world in the west, which was combined with the pulse of the entire world and clearly passed into people's hearts.

The setting sun was like blood, casting red brilliance all over the sky, dyeing the earth with a layer of red. At the end of the sky and the earth, a tall figure is walking step by step, facing the light. The white clothes are better than the snow, the figure is majestic, the elegance is unparalleled, and the grace is unparalleled. It is walking firmly towards Yaochi.

This is a saint. A new human saint has appeared. The white-clothed god king Jiang Taixu has arrived. A ball of flames dances between his eyebrows, like a bright sun. It makes all the human monks burst into tears and their spirits are extremely high. They look up at that person. At the end of the world, the light of hope flashed in his eyes.

Hua Yunfei turned the black turtle in front of him over and withdrew the power to seal the black turtle. A star flashed across his face. He stood up, stretched his waist, yawned and said lazily.

"This farce has come to an end, it's finally here!"

The black turtle looked up at Hua Yunfei, who was bathed in the golden light, with a trace of loss in his eyes. When he looked again, Hua Yunfei had disappeared.

"boom!"

At this moment, there was a roaring sound from the east, and a rickety figure appeared on the horizon. Red light fell on his hair. His beard and hair were all white and messy. He was also dressed in white, but he looked extremely slovenly. With every step he took, his momentum became stronger, his body gradually straightened up, and with every step he shook, heaven and earth resonated, fairy sounds continued, and golden flowers fell, until he came in front of everyone, his back was completely straightened, like a The divine sword thrust straight into the sky, with unparalleled sharpness and impressive bearing.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, a bright black moon was shining continuously between the old madman's brows. This was the mark of the twelfth lunar month. His body was changing rapidly, first reaching middle age, and then turning to a young man.

"boom!"

A young man of seventeen or eighteen years old stepped forward from his decaying and aging body. His appearance was heroic, incomparably impressive, and full of vigor. The old figure behind him was dumb and motionless, as lifeless as a clay sculpture.

The eyes of the young and old madman were like two heavenly swords, so sharp that it was impossible to look directly at them. The young and old madman turned around, opened his mouth and swallowed the old madman, and then his body shook violently and he completely recovered.

The old madman cut off his old body, devoured himself, erased the traces of time, lived another life, and regained his invincible style six thousand years ago.

Jiang Taixu and the young and old lunatic stood proudly, looking at each other with firm faith in their eyes. Their aura was powerful and terrifying. They jointly pressed on the seven ancient ancestor kings, making them change their colors.