The first waste material of all time

"You only have a few years left in your life, why don't you save some for yourself?"

Ye Batian asked.

"I should have more than five years left to live, enough for me to cultivate to the level of Martial Emperor!"

Lu Ren said lightly.

If you are an ordinary warrior, you would never dare to say that you can cultivate from the early stage of the sixth level of the Yuan Zun Realm to the Martial Emperor in five years.

But Lu Ren has this confidence.

"Take it quickly, the situation outside is not good!"

Lu Ren said.

"Okay, I owe you this life!"

After Ye Batian finished speaking, he swallowed all one hundred longevity pills in one gulp, and then rushed towards the square without waiting for his body to recover.

And Lu Ren also followed.

At this moment, the square was in chaos. A large number of holy guards from the Western Zhou Dynasty fell to the ground, turned into corpses, and blood flowed into rivers.

Under the protection of more than a dozen ancestors, Yun Qingyao retreated into the main hall.

"Yun Qingyao, don't think that you can stop us with the protection of these ancestors. Now, you are at the end of your rope. Surrendering is your best way out!"

Ye Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Yun Qingyao contemptuously.

Yun Qingyao did not look at Ye Zheng, but turned her gaze to the figures of several old men and said: "Ancestors of the Ye family, you just watched our Ye family fall apart?"

"Yun Qingyao, when Ye Batian insisted on making you the Central Holy Emperor at the internal family meeting, we met with opposition. If it weren't for his strength, do you think you can become the Central Holy Emperor?"

An old man in gray robes stood up. He looked to be in his seventies, but in fact he was over seven thousand years old and had the cultivation level of a seventh-level Martial Emperor.

The ancestors of the Ye family are all at the level of sixth- and seventh-level Martial Emperors.

And Ye Batian is the only powerful ninth-level Martial Emperor.

The old man stared at Yun Qingyao coldly and said: "Tell me, you, a woman with a foreign surname, let the Central Holy Emperor cause such trouble during the enthronement ceremony and damaged the reputation of our royal family. You should abdicate immediately. , give up the throne to the eldest prince!"

Another ancestor, a tall man, said: "Now that the Gu family has failed to marry, and Lu Ren is about to die, how do you consolidate the Central Holy Dynasty?"

"If this emperor abdicates the throne and makes way for a worthy leader, how will Ye Zheng consolidate the Central Holy Dynasty?"

Yun Qingyao asked.

"Hahaha, of course I have this ability!"

Ye Zheng's eyes were cold and he said: "As long as you abdicate, I will let you see how I consolidated the Central Holy Dynasty step by step. If you do not abdicate, the eighteen ancestors will help me ascend to the throne! "

There are only eleven ancestors standing behind Yun Qingyao, but behind him, there are eighteen.

If they really wanted to fight, Yun Qingyao had no chance of winning.

"Ye Zheng, Qingyao's position as Holy Emperor was conferred by the previous Holy Emperor. If you dare to seek power and usurp the throne, that is treason. If you die in the future, how will you face the ancestors of the Ye family?"

A white-haired old man finally stood up, with an angry look on his old face.

He is the oldest ancestor of Ye Xuanling at present, he is nearly [-] years old. The ancestor of Xuanling, Ye Xuanling

"Ancestor Xuanling, why don't you even want to see me? When I ascend to the position of Holy Emperor, I will let the ancestors of the Ye family know that I will be better than Yun Qingyao!"

Ye Zheng saw the ancestor of Xuanling standing up, his eyes flashed with anger.

"There are some things you will only know later!"

The ancestor of Xuanling said calmly.

"after?"

Ye Zheng smiled contemptuously and said, "No one can stop me today!"

"Then let's see if you have the ability!"

The ancestor of Xuanling let out a soft drink, and cold murderous intent erupted from his body. A sword as powerful as a mountain rushed out of his body and turned into a sword light, rushing up, which was extremely terrifying.

"The sword power of the eighth level of Jiuchongtian? Have you stepped into the eighth level of Martial Emperor?"

The old man in gray robe felt this scene and screamed in disbelief.

At this moment, the sword power of the Xuanling Ancestor has indeed reached the eighth level of the Nine Heavens. If one can reach this level of sword power and collect enough spirit stones, he can attack the eighth level Martial Emperor.

For a time, many princes looked extremely ugly.

The eighth-level Martial Emperor was no match for them at all.

Behind the ancestor of Xuanling, a long sword floated. He glanced at the eldest prince and others and said: "Whoever dares to rebel with Ye Zheng, this traitor, this dragon-slaying sword behind me, it doesn't matter whether you are from the Ye family or not. Disciple!"

"Ancestor, we were wrong. I think the imperial sister is more suitable to be the Central Holy Emperor!"

"I think so!"

Immediately, several princes stood up and knelt in front of the Xuanling Ancestor.

"You're a bunch of trash, what's the point of keeping you?"

Ye Zheng was holding a long sword in his hand. The long sword shot out, and several sword lights came out, piercing the bodies of the princes head-on.

When the other dozen or so princes saw this scene, they were all too frightened to move. Ye Zheng was actually over [-] years old. Although he had not been able to enter the Martial Emperor realm, he was still at the ninth level of the Yuanzun realm, and his strength was considered as high as theirs. Help the strongest among the princes.

If we really want to take action, none of these princes will survive.

"Ancestor Xuanling, it was you who forced this prince!"

Ye Zheng shouted loudly and said: "Uncle Changtian Emperor, come out!"

Swish!

A figure burst through the air, stepped out of the crack in space, and slowly appeared among the crowd.

This is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his teens, wearing a yellow robe and looking majestic.

He stood in front of many warriors, with a majestic and domineering expression, and his sweeping eyes made people's hearts palpitate.

"Ye Changtian, you are indeed adding fuel to the flames. How dare Ye Zheng seek power and usurp the throne!"

Ancestor Xuanling frowned and said angrily.

These holy kings were none other than almost all of Ye Batian's royal brothers, and they all lived in Ye Batian's shadow.

Later, as the Central Holy Dynasty became weaker and weaker, Ye Batian's group of brothers naturally refused to be subordinated to others, so they broke away from the control of the Central Holy Dynasty and established themselves as kings.

The outside world calls him the Holy King!

Ye Changtian is one of the saint kings.

"Hahaha, it's me!"

Ye Changtian smiled and said: "Ancestor Xuanling, now that Ye Batian is about to die, what's the point of you still supporting him from behind? Back then, with Ye Batian, we didn't dare to disobey the Ye family, but now , if you dare to go against me, you will destroy yourself!"

"you....!"

Ancestor Xuanling's face looked a little ugly.

This Ye Changtian is a ninth-level Martial Emperor. Although he was forcibly promoted with the help of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, a ninth-level Martial Emperor is a ninth-level Martial Emperor, far more powerful than the eighth-level Martial Emperor.

Ye Changtian sneered, triumphantly, looking down at the ancestors of the Ye family, and finally looked at Yun Qingyao, saying: "Yun Qingyao, a bastard who doesn't know where he came from, dares to sit on the throne of the Central Saint Emperor. That old fellow Ye Batian made things difficult for me all the time, and my father's debt was repaid by his daughter. Seeing that you are pretty, if you agree to be my maid, I can spare your life!"

"You are shameless!"

Yun Qingyao was furious and her face turned red.

"Beast, she is your niece!"

The ancestor of Xuanling cursed.

"Hahaha, Ye Batian will pass the throne to her, because he is afraid that she will be the most important existence. Only by destroying her with his own hands can he resolve the resentment I have harbored for many years!"

Ye Changtian laughed wildly, his voice a little distorted.

Over the years, he has been too aggrieved, and it has been too uncomfortable to be suppressed by Ye Batian. Now, Ye Batian has died of old age, and he can finally stand up.

Only by destroying Yun Qingyao himself can the anger in his body be calmed.

How could just winning the throne satisfy his years of resentment?