The Prodigies War

At the same time, the North Underworld.

In Fuyaohai, in a huge sea palace, Kun Shaoyu stood in front of the gate with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

"Congratulations to the young master, you have achieved the position of the supreme holy realm!"

On the square in front of the main hall, all the strong men of the Kun clan, the largest clan in Beiming Ancient Region, whether they are the kings of longevity, ordinary true saints, or supreme saints, all bowed and saluted, and their voices shook the sky.

Kun Shaoyu!

One of the eight or eight masters of Qingming, the first god of war in the younger generation of the Kun clan, a peerless genius who is like a legend and is famous in the ancient region of Beiming.

Wearing a black robe with wide sleeves, his eyes are long and narrow, and the bridge of his nose is straight and straight, standing at will, he has the potential to swing ninety thousand miles.

Immediately afterward, in the nearby area, other strong people from the Beiming Ancient Region also leaned over and saluted to express their congratulations.

The prestige of one person is the best in the audience!

Kun Shaoyu withdrew his gaze, glanced at everyone in the square, then turned and walked into the hall.

From beginning to end, his expression was calm.

Just after walking into the main hall, he seemed to remember something, paused, and said:

"I heard that not long ago, there was a strong man named Lin Xun who killed the blood demon world upside down. Help me to find out the details of this son."

"Yes!"

In the corner, a gray old man appeared, bowing his head, and quickly disappeared into the hall.

"After Xue Qingyi went back, I'm afraid that Fei was furious, but I want to see what action he will take in the face of such shameful humiliation."

Sitting on the only throne in the hall, Kun Shaoyu was thoughtful.

Lin Xun?

He doesn't care.

He was just curious, whether Xue Qingyi, who was also one of the eight masters of Qingming, would personally go out and execute this guy named Lin Xun.

...

Infernal realm.

"It's interesting, while I was waiting to enter the secret realm of Hell, the Gorefiend Realm was so messed up by one person that I lost all face."

Dressed in a jade robe, his forehead is smooth, his sword eyebrows and star eyes are reflected in the sky, thoughtful.

Candles are empty.

One of the eight masters of Qingming, the emperor of the candle dragon lineage in the ancient domain of Yinjue!

"Damn! It must be that guy!"

On one side, Zhu Yingxue burst out in anger.

There was a cold luster in Zhu Yingkong's eyes: "You mean this Lin Xun, the guy who defeated you and the messengers from other domains when he was in the ancient wilderness?"

"Absolutely not wrong."

Zhu Yingxue gritted her teeth and said, "Back then at the top of Baiyujing Soul Refinement Building, this guy was extremely arrogant, and he was regarded as the number one person in the ancient wilderness."

"I see."

Zhu Yingkong nodded.

"Brother, you have to avenge me! I don't want you to kill that guy, just capture him alive, I want to domesticate him as a slave, and he can only crawl under my feet for the rest of his life!"

When Zhu Yingxue remembered the fiasco in the ancient wilderness, her body trembled slightly with hatred.

"Okay, as you wish."

Zhu Yingkong's eyes were soft, and he fondly stroked his sister's head. His sister had never held such a grudge against a person.

Since she asked for something, why would he, as a brother, refuse to agree?

Some strong people of the Zhulong lineage nearby could not help but show their envy. Among the entire ethnic group, Emperor Zhu Yingkong was the most arrogant and arrogant, but he was the only one who loved his younger sister.

"However, let's wait and see Xue Qingyi's reaction. If you can kill someone with a knife, why not do it?"

Zhu Yingkong opened his mouth leisurely.

...

Daluo Realm.

In front of a sword house.

Following the report of the attendant beside him, a man wearing a feather coat, with a flying sword as a hairpin, and his hair slanted in a bun, slowly opened his eyes.

In the depths of his pupils, there seems to be a flickering sword, which can cut off everything and crush the galaxy.

"Junior Brother Mu, you once fought against Lin Xun, what kind of person do you think this son is?"

The man in the feather coat opened his mouth,

The voices have a strong aura like a sword chant, which reaches people's hearts and is incomparably terrifying.

Jian Qingchen!

The descendant of "Tianjiange", the first sword sect of Daluo Ancient Domain, one of the Eight Domains of Qingming, a rare swordsman wizard.

In the ancient region of Daluo where the world is full of sword cultivators, the name of Jian Qingchen is a dazzling existence like the sky and the sun.

His swordsmanship has long been the roost among his peers, and he is the best in the world!

"It's very strong and domineering. Before he became a saint, his combat power was almost comparable to that of your senior brother, and it gave people a feeling of unfathomable and unshakable."

Mu Zhaixing looked complicated, and he still had lingering fears when he remembered the fiasco he experienced when he went to the ancient wilderness as a messenger.

"Oh, there are people like this in the ancient wilderness?"

Jian Qingchen, who was originally asking casually, finally got a little bit of interest this time.

"I didn't expect that such an unexpected evildoer would emerge from the ancient desolate region, which has long since declined. He has now become a sanctified man, and he has caused a great disturbance in the blood demon world. In the Absolute Holy Land, he is also not comparable."

Mu Zhaixing took a deep breath and analyzed it carefully.

Jian Qingchen listened quietly, nodded and said, "It's really amazing. It's not surprising that such a peerless character was born after the ancient wilderness has fallen for thousands of years."

After a pause, he smiled and said: "However, it depends on whether he can withstand Xue Qingyi's anger, if he can survive from Xue Qingyi's hands..."

Muzhaixing pricked up his ears immediately.

But in the end, Jian Qingchen didn't say anything.

He closed his eyes and meditated quietly.

Mu Zhaixing wanted to speak, but he finally held back.

He knew that such legendary figures as Senior Brother Jian Qingchen did not need to remind him at all.

...

Similar situations also occurred in other areas of the Nine Domains battlefield.

Jiuli Realm.

Chi Wushu, the emperor of the Chi Clan, the leader of the Jiuli Ancient Realm, and one of the Eight Realms of Qingming, Chi Wushu, just let out a cold snort: "In the Ancient Desolate Realm, this son is the only one who can be seen, but he can't escape after all. die."

Star Demon Realm.

Shi Pohai, the direct descendant of the Shi family of the imperial clan and the leader of the Xingsha Ancient Realm, heard the news and laughed out of schadenfreude: "Look at Xue Qingyi earlier, but now, he has suffered a big loss in the blood demon world. sweep the floor!"

Heaven Fire Realm.

"Lin Xun? Only one ear, it's insignificant. After all, he can't change the fate of the ancient wilderness!"

Lie Gan, a descendant of the Lie clan of the imperial clan, one of the eight masters of Qingming, had a rumbling voice and made an evaluation with disdain.

East Sang World.

Hua Hongxiao, with a bald head, bare feet, fiery eyes, and a strange face, only said one sentence after learning the news: "This son will die, the ancient wilderness will be defeated, and the general situation cannot be violated!"

As the first Taoist lineage in Dongsang Ancient Region and the first direct disciple of the younger generation of Shintoism, no one dares to question his words!

...

Blood Demon Realm.

The city that protects the way, Victory Tower.

Blood Tsing Yi is back!

At this moment, I don't know how many eyes in the city, all of them converge on Victory Tower.

The atmosphere of the huge city was eerily silent.

In the main hall on the ninth floor of Victory Building, the air was frozen and solidified, making people almost breathless.

The big figures from the major forces in the ancient Gorefiend Realm were all sitting on pins and needles.

blah blah blah...

The white and slender fingers of the blood-green clothes gently tapped on the back of the chair, becoming the only voice in the hall.

He was still dressed in Tsing Yi, his thick black hair was loose, and he sat there lazily, resting his chin in one hand, his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was contemplating.

No one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

The atmosphere became more and more depressing.

The big figures in the hall, almost all of them are supreme saints, all of them are like masters, but at this time they are silent!

In particular, Bi Jianqiong, the sixth elder of the Innate Demon Sect, had slightly pale cheeks, and was extremely nervous, uneasy, and fearful.

A while ago, Lin Xun's killing caused them to lose face in the ancient Gorefiend Realm and suffered a heavy blow to their morale. Now it has become a joke in the battlefield of the Nine Realms.

This kind of shame and hatred all happened during the period when Bi Jianqiong was in control of the overall situation, which made him feel uneasy?

At this moment, he felt like a prisoner waiting for trial, and it was extremely difficult.

After a long time, a sigh sounded, breaking the silence of the hall.

Pfft!

But hearing this sigh, Bi Jianqiong seemed to be unable to hold on, and suddenly fell to the ground, tremblingly said, "Everything is because of the incompetence of the old man. If you want to punish, the old man is willing to bear it alone!"

Everyone looked at them.

On the central seat, Xue Qingyi raised his scarlet eyes, glanced at Bi Jianqiong, and said, "Now, the other Seven Regions forces must be waiting to see our jokes, at this time, I'm too lazy to care about who else. Right or wrong."

As he said that, he stood up, stepped forward and helped Bi Jianqiong up, patted his shoulder, and said, "Uncle, it's not your fault, why do you need to kneel?"

Bi Jianqiong was stunned for a while, and then showed a moving expression, the corners of his lips trembled, and there was a feeling that he was about to cry.

No one knows how tormented, frightened and disturbed he has been these days since such a brutal and bloody blow.

Originally, he was ready to be punished.

But who would have thought that Xue Qingyi did not ask for guilt!

"Tsing Yi, I will definitely make it up!"

Bi Jianqiong took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

The other big figures present also showed their hatred. One Lin Xun, but he disturbed the Gorefiend Realm, causing them to suffer heavy casualties and become a laughing stock.

Xue Qingyi smiled, returned to the seat, glanced at everyone, and said: "After suffering such a big grievance, everyone knows that I will definitely not be able to swallow this breath, and I will wait to see how I will fight back."

In the main hall, everyone sat upright, and they knew that Xue Qingyi would make a decision on this matter!

"But how can I make them do what they want?"

Xue Qingyi suddenly sneered, "Want to see me end in person and kill that Lin Xun? There is no door!"

Everyone was stunned, no revenge?

This made them unable to understand at all, how could they not retaliate such a great revenge?

When it spreads out, their Gorefiend Ancient Territory is regarded as swallowing their voices, weak and incompetent!

"Vengeance, of course, must be avenged, but not now."

Xue Qingyi took a deep breath, tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers, and spoke indifferently.

"This Lin Xun is a knife. If it hurts us now, it will definitely hurt other people in the future. At that time, I want to see if the guys who see jokes can still laugh!"