Fantasy: The Path of the Villain

At this time, the Holy Master of Wuling brought a group of elders and disciples, and flew slowly from the mountain gate in the glow of the sun.

"Everyone who came here today, are you here to meet Mr. Su, and to participate in the canonization of the son of our sect?"

There was a slight smile on Wu Yunling's face, and there was even a hint of mockery in it.

"Ji Jianning of Lingyang Holy Land, Zhao Wenyan of Shenri Dynasty, Yan Lin of ancient Yan family..."

"Unexpectedly, three masters from the Light Sage Realm came here in person. It's really gratifying, gratifying, congratulations~"

Standing with his hands behind his back, he spoke with a calm expression about the three most powerful people present.

There was a bit of contempt on his face, and his tone was full of meaningful ridicule.

And the elders and disciples behind him couldn't help showing a slight smile on their faces after listening to what the Holy Master said.

There was no panic or tension at all because there were three super masters in the sage realm in the void.

After all, after relying on that young adult, they will face the rest of the Dongzhou forces in the future.

Isn't it just facing a cat and a dog?

They couldn't understand the matter of one person becoming a chicken and a dog and ascending to heaven.

It used to be the Supreme Elder, but now it's just Young Master Su.

As long as someone has your back, it doesn't matter who it is.

Moreover, the current backer is a hundred times stronger than the previous Supreme Elder.

Mr. Su Yi who has reached the peak saint realm at a young age.

No matter how you say it, he is stronger than the veteran pinnacle saint, not to mention he has an incomparably terrifying background.

It's okay if they don't know, they thought it was just a hermit family.

But when I knew it, I broke out in a cold sweat, and even faintly felt fear and palpitations.

If someone dares to offend, including the sect, they may be wiped out by the forces behind Young Master Su.

With such a strong backer, why should they be afraid of others?

"What? Wu Yunling, what do you mean by that?"

At this moment, everyone outside the mountain gate, including the three Saint Realm powerhouses, was a little dazed and did not turn their heads.

They came aggressively, intending to completely wipe out the Holy Land of Wuling, but in the end they encountered such a thing.

He didn't have any intention of resisting, and even asked himself and the others if they were here to participate in the canonization ceremony of the Holy Son.

Did the people in Wuling Holy Land just show their heads, or did they really plan to capture them without a fight?

Yan Lin, who has a somewhat irritable personality, as the Supreme Elder respected by everyone in the Yan family, can bear these yin and yang strange auras, and immediately burst into a rage.

"Greetings to Mr. Su, who is he? Why do you want us saints to come here to pay respects?"

At this time, Zhao Wenyan of the Shenri Dynasty showed a thoughtful expression, and then turned a blind eye.

"The rumor is that it's just a young man who is very close to the Holy Land of Wuling. Even if he is the successor of a certain hidden power, the Zhongzhou clan is not afraid."

"What's more, the old man brought the royal artifact today. With all his strength, even if your old fellow Supreme Elder recovers, it will be of no avail!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he directly waved his hand and sacrificed the sacred object that he had been wearing all along.

Emperor Dragon Sword

It is seven feet long, with a golden dragon pattern on the sword body, exuding a dense aura, as if there is a golden real dragon, entrenched here.

Unlimited power, shocking everyone.

As soon as the Saint Realm weapon appeared, everyone present trembled on the spot.

After all, this extremely powerful holy artifact is not something they can see.

Even Wu Yunling, who is the master of the holy land, at most just watched the sacred relics of the sect from the sidelines, and did not dare to use them easily.

Without the strength of the saint realm, the sacred object must be forced to move.

Although it can emit the power of the holy weapon, it must not be used well, and it may even hurt itself.

Looking at the old general of the dynasty, he moved the holy artifact very easily, and everyone swallowed silently.

The powerful spiritual power stirred up the surrounding space little by little, forming ripples like hitting the water surface.

Driven by the holy sword, Zhao Wenyan released all the power hidden in his body.

The aura of the peak saint realm instantly enveloped the entire Wuling Mountain Gate, and at the same time, the holy sword began to show its sword light.

Wisps of golden light emerged from the sword body, and instantly transformed into small golden dragons, surrounding the sword body.

Seeing this scene, the remaining two saints.

I don't plan to talk nonsense with Wu Yunling anymore, it is also directly releasing the spiritual power of the saint in the body.

Facing the current situation, everyone in Wuling Holy Land headed by Wu Yunling.

There was still no thought of confronting them.

He didn't even have a trace of spiritual power, and just stood in front of the mountain gate so flatly.

Quietly Yao looked at all the visitors in the void.

Just when the battle between the two sides was about to begin.

A somewhat indifferent and lazy voice came from the mountain gate.

"Huh? Who wants to see me, did you bring a gift?"

Two figures walked out of the door one after the other.

The person who spoke just now was the handsome young man walking in front.

Hearing such harsh words, Yan Lin's expression was instantly displeased, and he shouted loudly, "Who is it?"

Immediately afterwards, the divine sense was locked on the young man who had just appeared.

A powerful and majestic aura pressured the young man.

Obviously, for those who speak rudely, he has to teach them a lesson.

What's more, people from the Holy Land of Wuling, it would be considered kind of him not to crush him to death on the spot.

Facing the imposing coercion of the powerful Saint Realm, Su Yi looked up without changing his face.

He stopped in his tracks, squinted his eyes slightly, and scanned everyone floating in the void.

Immediately afterwards, his tone was a little cold, and he hummed softly.

"There are so many people coming? However, I don't like looking up at people, so you should kneel~"

In an instant, the words came out.

Except for Wu Yunling and the others who had already landed, everyone in the air suddenly felt a strong and irresistible pressure.

Including the three strong saints, they have no ability to resist in front of Su Yi.

Even with all his strength, he still couldn't resist the coercion from his body and fell to the ground directly.

bang~

The monks suspended in the air, or flying boats, chariots, and even fierce beasts, all fell towards the ground.

As if dumpling was being dumped, the earth made muffled noises repeatedly.

As hard as iron, the defensive magic circle alone is comparable to flying boats and chariots with the physical strength of fierce beasts.

Its appearance after the fall showed a few cracks, which obviously appeared under great pressure.

Fortunately, the level of the Emperor Dragon Sacred Sword is the level of a holy weapon, otherwise it would not be as simple as just suppressing it to the ground.

"What! How could it be so strong?!"

The sage Zhao Wenyan, who still had a little ability to resist, lay humiliated on the ground and raised his head with difficulty.

With an expression of disbelief, he looked in the direction of the boy.

As for the old man Yanlin who dared to attack the young man before, he didn't even have the ability to fight back now.

He plunged headlong into the ground, buried deep in the ground, and at the same time suffered from unbearable coercion.

There was even a trace of blood faintly showing at the corner of his mouth, obviously he had been injured to a certain extent.

In his heart, he no longer dared to underestimate this young man, and even regretted his stupid actions.

Otherwise, with the strength of a majestic saint, I wouldn't be so shameless that I couldn't resist a single thought.

Wouldn't he be a joke if someone else said it?