This is what villains are like

"Master Jiren has his own destiny. Being able to survive thousands of years of crusade must be something special. Master, there is no need to worry about him."

"When I come to the vast land of Jiuzhou, Master will be able to reunite with my uncle and fulfill a wish."

Next to the old man in brown robe, there was a young man standing.

His face looks like he is in his early twenties, but his cultivation and strength are not ordinary, and there is even a hint of a saint's atmosphere.

Of course, his real age cannot be like this. It is obvious that he has good looks, and his real age is actually thousands of years old.

"Elder brother is right. Master misses me so much. We can meet him sooner or later. Why rush for this moment?"

Another man wearing golden armor, with strands of rule fragments flowing all over his body, smiled. His hair was very bright, with a golden color, golden, as dazzling as the sun.

"Master, please have tea."

Another young man in white robes who was slightly younger and looked to be less than twenty years old wisely brought the fairy tea with the mist on the side to the old man in brown robes.

"Haha, it feels like a lifetime ago. You can't understand this kind of mood and feeling..."

The old man in brown robe shook his head and smiled, picked up the fairy tea, took a sip, and spoke in a leisurely and emotional tone.

He is the founder of Wusheng Palace and is respected as Wusheng by the world.

He had a total of nine disciples in his life, and each of them had outstanding qualifications and talents.

Under his guidance, the eldest disciple has even survived nine heavenly tribulations, and is only one step away from the holy realm.

The rest of the disciples are also very outstanding. The last disciple in front of him is now also the successor of Wusheng Palace. He is extremely talented. In the past few days, the world has changed dramatically, and the auras have converged, which has made him realize a breakthrough and break into the eighth realm.

It can be said that the young apprentice's demeanor has surpassed what he was at that time.

As long as the young apprentice is given time, his future achievements will definitely be higher than those of the saints.

Wu Sheng Palace will definitely be able to create greater glory again.

"After my senior brother and I reunited, I used Xuantian Jade Dew Marrow to help him practice. With my senior brother's talent, he will surely be able to return to the realm of a saint soon."

"When the time comes, there will be two saints in our Martial Saint Palace. Although the eldest disciple is relatively shallow, he is only one step away from the holy realm..."

"If we get another chance in the vast land of Jiuzhou, we may break into the holy realm in advance, and the Three Saints will appear in the sky..."

The Martial Saint has a longing in his heart. The Immortal Alliance occupies such a big piece of fat, so he is naturally very greedy.

However, he knew that he was no match for Li Ran of the Taiyi Sect. Unless he could find the secret vault of the Star Martial Arts, obtain the treasures in it, and advance his cultivation further, he would be able to compete with him.

This time the migration came to the vast land of Jiuzhou. In addition to looking for the ancestor of the blood immortal brother, there was also a big reason, which was because of the Xingwu secret library.

Soon, huge immortal ships were galloping across the endless sea, quickly approaching the vast land of Kyushu. Along the way, the wind was strong and the momentum was so great that all the merchant ships that came and went avoided and gave way.

Wusheng Palace, who is used to being domineering overseas, doesn't care about those casual repair cargo ships. What's more, this is a trip of a saint in the true sense. Who dares to stop it?

The ethnic groups along the way are orthodox and dare not get angry or speak out.

Only after seeing the giant fleet of ships retreating away did they dare to stand up and shout angrily to vent their dissatisfaction.

"These orthodox forces from overseas are too arrogant."

"I heard that this is a Taoist lineage where a saint sits. The saint himself is on the giant immortal ship in the middle."

"Keep your voice down, be careful of others overhearing it. Saints are omnipotent and if they talk in secret, others will sense it..."

"Can a saint not abide by the rules? Isn't it obvious that he doesn't take the rules established by the Immortal Alliance in his eyes, so what's the matter?"

Someone snorted.

"Haha, it seems that the master has just arrived, and his reputation is not obvious. He dares to talk about anything bad."

On the Immortal Giant Ship, a man wearing golden armor and hair as bright as gold suddenly smiled, but his expression was a little cold.

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, how could they not hear the conversations and discussions of those casual cultivators?

Wu Sheng's eyes were slightly closed, and he sat casually on the square chair, as if he didn't care about the discussions.

"Second senior brother, please calm down. It's just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimps. How can it disturb the master's interest and affect the master's mood? I will handle it, junior brother."

"Our Martial Saint Palace has been suppressing the Black Death Sea for thousands of years. Who is not afraid of it? It's a new arrival and the reputation is not obvious. It's natural for us to establish our authority..."

The young man in white robe stepped forward to ask for the tassel, raised his hands and spoke, but his eyes contained arrogance and eagerness to try.

After all, he was young and vigorous. He had just arrived in the vast land of China and his reputation had not yet spread. He was no better than when he was overseas, so he urgently needed a battle to prove his strength and talent.

"The young leader of the Immortal Alliance was already in his twenties when he broke into the Eighth Realm. I am only nineteen now. In terms of cultivation speed, I am no worse than him."

The young man in white robe actually has a comparative goal in mind. In his opinion, as long as there are enough opportunities, his future achievements will not necessarily be lower than Jiang Lan.

No matter how vast the land of China is, there should still be no monster like him who has achieved the Eighth Realm before he was twenty years old.

"That's fine. Junior Brother Bai Qi can teach them a lesson and let them know that a saint cannot be insulted..."

The eldest disciple of the Martial Saint also spoke with a cold voice. Even he felt a little unhappy. When a saint travels, it is natural to have a big pomp. How many saints are there in the world? How dare anyone dare to arrange discussions behind his back?

It can be said that those guys did not take a saint in their eyes at all.

After all, the Martial Saint relies on his status and cannot teach those guys personally, but as disciples, they naturally don't have to be so particular.

"It's senior brother, junior brother understands."

When the white-robed young man named Bai Qi heard this, he grinned, and immediately turned into a white rainbow, left the Immortal Dao ship, and rushed towards the few casual cultivators on the island.

After a moment, a rich blood light shot into the sky, and the island became completely silent, without any breath of life anymore.

"The people from the Martial Saint Palace are too strong. Just by talking behind their backs, they actually wiped out all the ethnic groups on an island..."

Some monks not far away, their backs were filled with cold air, and their whole bodies were trembling as they looked at the blood cloud that never dispersed.

"When traveling to Wusheng Palace, the rest of the people are waiting to leave quickly."

The young man in white robe was holding a blood-stained long tasseled spear, standing in the sky, pointing diagonally towards the south. His originally delicate face looked even colder and indifferent because of some splattered blood.

The spiritual thoughts and gazes peeping around him all trembled because of his aura, and then quickly retreated, for fear of causing trouble.

The young man in white robe was very satisfied with this situation. He wanted this kind of effect, otherwise he would not be able to scare people.

And soon, the news of Wusheng Palace's arrival quickly spread to the inland along with several overseas islands that were slaughtered, causing varying degrees of waves and sensations in the land of Kyushu.

Many immortal sects were alarmed.

A saint from overseas is about to come to the land of Kyushu.