I am the ruthless king

In the Yaochi, there are colorful falling flowers in an ancient forest, and crystal petals are constantly falling.

In the pure land, many people were drinking together. The power and power erupting from the West Emperor Tower made the Taikoo people restrained a lot. Seeing those saints who thought they were invincible being intimidated by the emperor of the West Emperor Tower, they were very relieved.

The sound of the zither ding-dong, in the ancient wood forest, on the shore of the Ming Lake, the auspicious light is lingering, the mist is transpiring, and the birds are coming to see peace.

The three-legged Golden Crow and the ruthless man sat on a mountain, the ruthless man crossed his legs and closed his eyes, deducing his own method in his mind, and the runes flickered around her, while the three-legged Golden Crow sat on the bluestone and looked around.

"It's really interesting. The saint who helped the human race has only one turtle now?" The three-legged golden crow curled his lips, his tone full of disdain.

Of course, she was not laughing at the weakness shown by the human race, but was laughing at the monks who were worried about the power of the human race under the thinking of the families of the major holy lands.At this time, they would rather give up some resources, but also protect their family heritage from loss. Among them, as long as a saint king is resurrected in the major holy places, the situation can be completely stabilized.And it is possible to make some excessive demands on the ancient race.

Although this looks good, it is undoubtedly a stupid behavior in the long run. Although the resources are good, they are dead. If they are lost, they can be regained. But the saint king is different. They belong to the Holy Land. High-level combat power is the foundation of a holy place!

Those resources are nothing more than dust compared to the sage king, not to mention that since the Great Emperor Wushi proclaimed the Dao, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth could no longer bear it, and appeared to monks who "take the body as a seed" like Wushi, so the oppressive force has become even stronger. powerful.Even becoming a saint is extremely difficult, just like crossing the sky.It is also related to the fact that the ancient holy body was later called the waste body by the world.

Concession of interests, their approach is undoubtedly correct. After all, it is extremely difficult to become a saint in ancient times. In the entire Buried Emperor Star, it can be said that every death will lose one. Resources and benefits can be properly discarded, but saints can't do it up.

The high-level people of the ancient race have also seen through this point. They also know how strong the human race is. If the human race has no means, how can they survive in the ancient times?Those who have no strength have already become slaves of the ancient clan, forever.

On Qingfeng, the three-legged Golden Crow's eyes turned again, and looked at a young man with loose black hair and a handsome and resolute face. Although he was young, he had a sense of maturity with experience.

Moreover, the three-legged gold can also feel a powerful luck being blessed on him, which has a sense that everything in the world is spinning.

"Is this the guy that the adults said will stand on the same level as her in the future? Although it doesn't look special, I just think it's a little weird."

Then a breath came from outside the Yaochi, and was felt by the three-legged Golden Crow. It was the breath of the Seven Great Saints.

The convention is finally about to start, but it's been so peaceful that many people are feeling uneasy.

Finally, when the red sun was falling to the west, there was a breath of star field reversal from outside the pure land. No one came in, but it made everyone fear.

The coercion of the ancient saints came from the frontier, overwhelming the sky and the earth!

At this time, the outside of the Yaochi was peaceful, there was no life, there was no sound, no one could speak.

If it weren't for the fact that many people believed that the Great Emperor Wushi was still alive, this would definitely be a hopeless world, with no hope at all.

It is very difficult for the human race to find a saint, but there are a group of ancestor kings sitting in the various tribes of the ancient times. The difference is too great, and there is no competition at all.However, this is only the feeling of most people. The world is complicated and colorful, and the truth is often in the hands of a few people.

The top leaders of the major forces are still very calm, after all, they also have saints.

However, those old guys sleeping in the forbidden areas of various races are basically decayed. Once they are born, there is no divine source liquid to seal them. What awaits them can only turn into a wave of loess with the passage of time.

They are all the background of the Holy Land, and they have not yet reached the point where they can be activated. Although the ancient races are rampant and the human race is weak, they are just appearances. The weakness of the human race and the strength of the ancient race are all appearances. It's a game between the high-level people. Those guys who are proud of the weakness of the human race and the strength of the ancient race are just poor people who have been played by the high-level people.

Bathed in the rays of the sun, their bodies were inlaid with gold rims. They walked step by step, with different appearances. Some had human heads and phoenix bodies, some had human unicorn heads, some had 36 pairs of divine wings on their backs, and some were exactly the same as human beings.

Obviously, they are not of the same clan, but they have one thing in common, that is, they don't believe that Emperor Wushi is still alive.

The seven ancient kings restrained their coercion, and they were not as indomitable as some ancestor kings, oppressing all tribes to kneel down, but they were very cold, more indifferent and ruthless, standing outside the Yaochi like Qidu Mountain.

"The grand meeting of the Yaochi is about to begin, and the arrival of the seven ancestor kings will make this meeting glorious." Someone said a compliment in disguise.

"Please invite one of the seven seniors." The leader of the human race said.

The seven ancient kings stood outside the Yaochi, as if they didn't hear it, they didn't pay attention at all, their faces were as cold as ice.

This oppressive atmosphere makes people breathless. The seven saints are like seven ancient sacred mountains, suppressing the thoughts of the human race.

Compared with the tense atmosphere of the human race, the three-legged Jinwu's side is completely different.

"Master, look, seven ancient sages have come from the ancient clan, and it will be difficult for the human race to deal with it." The three-legged Jinwu's tone was very indifferent, but after a little thought, she understood that as a monster clan, she would go Control the life and death of the human race.

Hearing this, the ruthless man was still meditating with his eyes closed, and suddenly the ruthless man whispered in his heart, "There has been a change."

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"My ancestors, enter Yaochi to discuss the great affairs of the world together." Some people bit the bullet and said again, but what they got in exchange was still an attitude of ignorance. Their expressions were cold, like eternal ice, so cold that people dare not confront them See.

This is the feeling of everyone. They are separated in two worlds, so they are ignored, and they are powerless even if they want to be angry. This is an inexplicable sadness.

At this time, a young man with a handsome appearance and a little more holy than Hua Yunfei came over. The flying fairy pattern evolved in his eyes, and there were several rings of gods behind him, which were very miraculous.

He suffered a loss at the meeting, and he still remembered You Xin, which made him want to attract more forces to join the group, so as to stabilize his position in the Primordial Ten Thousand Clans.

"I have seen a few ancestor kings" the emperor stepped forward to salute.

Those seven ancient saints who were originally majestic and immovable all nodded their heads. The emperor's son is the heir of the immortal emperor, and his status is too terrifying. Even if this is a world where the strong have the final say, they cannot Too arrogant.

"Human race, this so-called Ten Thousand Races Conference is just a joke."

Finally, an ancient king spoke with incomparable indifference, and his words showed his mentality, that is, he didn't pay attention to the human race present at all.

Undoubtedly, this sentence pierced the hearts of every human race like a sharp knife, and it was unbearable for even a bloody person.However, the difference in strength is really too big, even if all the monks of the human race in Yaochi are fighting for their lives, it will have no effect. As long as the saint stomps his feet, they will all turn into blood mist. Such a sacrifice is meaningless.