Chapter 127 The Holy King Takes Action

In the sky of Taiyi Holy Land, all the saints of the Nether tribe came, and the saint came to Taiyi with mighty might.

Up and down the Holy Land was immediately disturbed, and many elder disciples appeared immediately, and their expressions changed.

"No, it's the Nether Clan that's here."

"Hey, there are thirteen ancient saints in total, and two saint kings!"

"Is this the origin of the top 30 Nether Clan of the Primordial Hundred Powerful Clan?"

"Hmph, what about the thirteen ancient saints? What about the two saint kings? The elder king is not an ordinary saint king, and there are great saints and emperors behind him, so why fear them?"

The disciples of the Taiyi Holy Land highly respected the Elder King. Even if the Nether Clan came, the two holy kings and the thirteen ancient saints, they still believed that the Elder King could protect the Taiyi Holy Land.

The Nether Clan suddenly descended on the Holy Land of Taiyi, and the elder King of the Clan gave the head. There is no doubt that this move naturally attracted many immemorial tribes to come.

Especially knowing that this time the Netherworld clan came, most of them were secretly pushed by the ancient royal family, otherwise why didn't the Netherworld clan come when the Holy King of Ming Ye died.

At this time, after hearing the words of everyone in the Taiyi Holy Land, these immemorial powerhouses all showed mockery: "It's really fearless for those who don't know, what about the great sage? How can I not have a great sage from the ancient tribes? Besides, you Humans have emperors, don’t tell me there is no ancient royal family in the ancient times, there are nine ancient royal families born in this world, and the human race should be destroyed.”

There were the two holy kings of the Nether Clan, and the remnants of the Kongming Clan and the Falling Whale Clan, who had been killed by the Elder King before, also ran out, and pleaded with the thirteen ancient saints of the Nether Clan: "All the ancients of the Nether Clan. Lord Sheng, this elder king of the Holy Land of the Holy Land of the Human Race is extremely cruel. He killed all the people of our two races, seized the foundation and heritage, and also asked the ancient saints of the Nether Race to be the masters of our lives. Our two races will definitely be grateful and praise the ghost forever. clan."

An ancient sage of the Nether tribe heard the words and said, "Don't worry, even if it's not immemorial now, I am not easy to bully. I will let the elder king give you an explanation."

"Many thanks to the ancient saints of the Nether Clan!"

"With all the ancient sages of the Nether Clan here, the Elder King of the Human Clan must drink hatred on the spot today to prove the prestige of my Taikoo Clan."

"Hmph, how can you compare yourself to the elders of the Nether Clan, the elder king of the mere human clan? Today must be his death, and the souls of thousands of people from the Whale Clan will finally rest in peace."

The only remaining king of the fallen whale clan, at this time, shouted at the Taiyi Holy Land even more arrogantly: "Human clan elder king, come out and lead to death, don't you want the ancient saints of the Nether tribe to pacify your Taiyi Holy Land? ?"

Seeing the aggressive Nether Clan, everyone in Taiyi Holy Land was flustered and wondered, why hasn't the elder king made a move yet?

"Nether Race! You can't move here!"

The Dragon Lord appeared and shouted coldly at the thirteen ancient saints of the Nether Clan.

"Dragon clan?" The ancient sage of the Nether clan frowned, the dragon clan is one of the strongest clans, but he soon showed a sneer on his face, "Junior dragon clan, you can't protect them, your elder dragon clan has not yet been born, I Let's see if you are more at ease!"

The Dragon Lord's face is gloomy, but think about it, even if the Dragon Clan disdains the ancients, the Nether Clan is still the top 30 strong clans in the Primordial Ancient Clan.

"Human elder king, we have no patience, get out and die!"

The ancient sage of the Nether clan shouted loudly, and the holy power was overwhelming. With the movement of the palm, a huge hand covering a radius of 10,000 zhang fell from the sky, and the big hand was wrapped in a captivating black mist, and went straight to the Taiyi Holy Land to suppress it.

"How dare the ancient sage of the Nether Clan really take action, isn't he afraid that my holy land elder king will kill him?"

"This... this is the power of the ancient saint? It's so terrifying!"

"Where is the elder king?"

In the face of such a terrifying blow, many disciples in Taiyi Holy Land panicked. Under the powerful pressure, many people did not even have the courage to run away with their legs.

Lu Xuan's expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up and protect the sect!"

The elders of the Taiyi Holy Land broke out like crazy, wanting to open the holy king-level guardian formation of the Taiyi Holy Land, but under the holy prestige, they could not burst out the slightest battle power, not even the guardian formation. To recover, I can only shout unyieldingly.

Seeing this, Ling Ran's whole body flashed with purple light, and he used all kinds of peerless magical powers towards the big hand that fell in the air, but the gap in cultivation was too great.

"Is this the power of Old Sage?"

Ling Ran clenched his silver teeth tightly, and immediately took out a jade token. Without any hesitation, he directly crushed the jade token.

In the palace of the Great Emperor, Qin Chen was cultivating various emperor-level magical powers beside the thirty-three thousand-zhang-heaven monuments.

Whenever he cultivates emperor-level supernatural powers, he can always see some pictures of the ancient emperors. These emperors seem to be fighting in one place. Qin Chen is more and more curious. Where are these ancient emperors going to conquer, and they need such a lineup. go.

You must know that the power of the ancient emperor can crush the sun, moon and stars with his hand. Even if he faces any enemy, he only needs one finger, and there is no need to go there.

At this moment, a spiritual thought poured into his mind, Qin Chen's face became low, and he snorted coldly: "I didn't expect these Taikoo clansmen to dare to come!"

After the words fell, Qin Chen disappeared out of thin air, and when he reappeared, he was already outside the palace of the emperor.

When looking at the big hand that covered the sky and slowly fell from the sky, Qin Chen snorted in disdain: "It's ridiculous that a mere saint dares to show his power in front of my Taiyi Holy Land!"

The Great Desolate Prisoner's Fingers!

A monstrous holy majesty suddenly erupted, and in the void, a terrifying giant finger with a length of 10,000 zhang rose up from the ground, and met the giant hand in the sky. Just one encounter, the 10,000-zhang giant hand was shattered and completely exploded. Open, scattered holy patterns in the sky.

It is not over yet, the giant finger continues to attack the ancient saints of the nether clan in the sky. The terrifying power can make the ancient sages of the nether clan change their color, and the big men on their foreheads emerge one by one.

Qin Chen's Great Wilderness Prisoner's Finger has already reached the stage of cultivation, and coupled with his cultivation of the Holy King Realm, this finger is enough to kill all the ancient saints of the Nether tribe except the Holy King.

"Human clan elder king, don't be arrogant!"

With a loud shout, the entire sky was surrounded by black mist, and a giant hand ten times more terrifying than before appeared, fell straight down, and met Qin Chen's finger.

"boom!"

With a loud explosion, the holy patterns in the sky were splashed, and the space was shaken torn apart, revealing a void entangled by the chains of the avenues.

The giant hand and the giant finger were annihilated at the same time, creating a ripple that was enough to kill the Venerable Eight Desolate Realm.

The Holy King of the Nether Race has taken action!

(End of this chapter)