Chapter 1627: The Great Sage was born in Kunlun now!
Song Yu kept smiling, but his body started from his head and slowly collapsed.
The majestic air transport turned into ray of holy light, which penetrated from his body, making it pierce through thousands of holes.
These holy lights shot to the sky.
Several invisible forces of Qi Luck were stripped from each of the Xuan Ding tribesmen, rose up and gathered in the sky.
At this moment, the sky in the Longyuan Tribe seemed to have a red horn, like a battle robe, stained with blood.
"I, my clan, a great saint has fallen!"
"Which Great Sage is it?"
"Ugh!"
Countless members of the Xuanding tribe stared at the sky blankly, tears gushing in their eyes.
The fall of a great sage will weaken the luck of the entire Xuanding clan.
No one from the Xuanding tribe can get rid of the relationship!
This tear is for the fallen saint.
Also flow for yourself!
Holy meteor!
Not an ordinary holy meteor!
The Great Sage has fallen!
The entire Longyuan Tribe state was boiling, with surprise, shock, horror, suspicious eyes cast towards the sky.
A strong man at the level of the saint master, after taking a look at the vision in the sky, his eyes fell on the Xuanding Dynasty.
In the fairyland-like mountains and rivers, an old man walked out of a magnificent hall. After looking at the direction of the Xuan Ding Dynasty, the old man murmured:
"It seems... that little fellow Song Yu... why did he fall?"
At this moment, a middle-aged man in a purple robe with a pair of golden dragon horns on his head slowly walked behind the old man and glanced at the place where the old man was looking.
"Father, do you need me to see?"
The middle-aged man respectfully said.
"No, Song Yu's father will take care of it."
The old man shook his head slightly.
...
Zhou Tian Wang Mansion, there was silence.
Tens of thousands of eyes showed incredible expressions, staring blankly at Song Yu, who was dying away.
Song Yu, why did he die?
The dignified great sage was beheaded by the sage?
Are they dazzled?
Is this scene in front of me real?
"Impossible...how could it be..."
Song Ci muttered to himself.
Ancestor Yuanshen looked at this scene in a daze, and suddenly felt a horror in his heart, and his eyes looked at the Nanhua Saint, with a trace of deep terror.
Mo Yuan Sage, Spiritual Sage, Chang Elder, etc... all looked at Nanhua Sage in disbelief, and the fear in their eyes was not much less than that of the Ancestor Yuanshen.
The saint defeats the great saint!
The things in the legend were actually seen by them.
Times have changed.
Or are they out of date?
"Nanhua's cultivation base has reached this level. No wonder that in the end of the human race, he will only be left as a saint.
It's no wonder that he alone can support the human race's backbone and prevent the human race from perishing in the immortal world.
I am far inferior to him..."
The voice of the Lord of You Demon Dao rang in Qing Chen's ears.
Qing Chen had recovered from the shock.
There was a solemn look on her face, and she was thinking more than anyone at the moment. The Nanhua Saint killed Song Yu today, can she leave this place alive?
Although Song Yu had previously let go, this hatred was a personal grievance, and had nothing to do with Zhou Tian Wangfu and Human Race.
But Zhou Tian Wangfu is really willing to let a great sage die in vain?
This great sage is still the first successor of Zhou Tian Wang Mansion in the future, and he is the eldest son of Zhou Tian Wang Mansion!
His father is the Heavenly King of Zhou, the Holy Master!
Lin Tinghe looked at Su Han and then at the Nanhua Saint, only feeling the hairy.
Human race, slaughtered a great saint!
This is what the Taoism of today cannot do.
The Taoist Xuantian Master really confronted Song Yu, and the odds of winning were not even one or two in Chengdu!
I thought that the Taoist race was indeed much stronger than the Human race, but after today, Lin Tinghe's last sense of superiority disappeared!
"He is really the South China Saint of the Human Race? Isn't he a fake?"
Xing Buqi gasped in his heart.
Zuo Chuan and the others were also in shock. After regaining consciousness, they glanced at Su Han for the first time.
The other party is also from Beicang Mountain...
"What a powerful saint authority."
There was a solemn color in Su Han's eyes.
"This luck is the return of Kunlun to the ruins."
The sage of Nanhua swept away everyone, and smiled lightly:
"Today I use it to be promoted to the Great Sage. In the future, there will be no more Beicang Mountain in the immortal world, and some will only be Kunlun."
As soon as the voice fell, the aura in the Nanhua Saint's body continued to surge, and in an instant, it had already overwhelmed the previous Song Yu.
Everyone present was suppressed by this terrifying aura, as if there was a mountain on their backs!
The majestic force of air transport rose to the sky, and washed away the mottled ‘blood stain’ in the sky, replacing it with the golden light!
Stretching for tens of thousands of miles of void!
"A great sage was born?"
"A great sage has just fallen, and a great sage was born, is it such a coincidence?"
The strong from all sides are dumbfounded.
The people in Zhou Tian Wang's Mansion were even more shocked. After the Nanhua Sage killed Song Yu, he was promoted to the Great Sage easily in front of them!
"Kunlun returns to the ruins, what kind of saint authority is this!"
"Kunlun Kunlun, will Beicang Mountain change its name in the future?"
"Sage of South China, you kill Song Yu's elder son, don't want to leave this place alive today!"
The voice of the Ancestor Yuanshen sounded in vain.
His expression was panicked, with a hint of sternness.
After he reminded him, the powerhouses in Zhou Tian Wang's Mansion stood up one after another, looking at the Nanhua Saint in anger!
"There is also a personal grievance between you and me."
The Nanhua Saint looked at the ancestor Yuanshen and smiled softly.
Ancestor Yuanshen felt that his life was threatened. As soon as he wanted to do something, a blood hole appeared in the center of his eyebrows.
Like Song Yu, the body of the ancestor Yuanshen continued to collapse and fell.
The only difference is that he is only a saint, and the vision after his fall is not strong. Only the people of Zhoutian King City can see the two strong men who are in charge of the fortune have fallen continuously here!
"Cow pen..."
Su Han couldn't help but patted his thigh gently.
The protoss present were horrified.
Ancestor Yuanshen has fallen?
The gods of their ancestral temple fell like this?
Whether it was the Protoss who came here, or the angels brought by the ancestors, at this moment, they became a little at a loss!
Why can human race slaughter the **** race easily?
In their minds, Human Race is like a pig, dog, cow, and sheep!
"The generation who has forgotten their ancestors has died in vain."
Quite a few saints thought secretly in their hearts, but they wouldn't just say it stupidly. That would only offend the **** king of the Protoss.
After the Nanhua Saint killed the ancestor Yuanshen, he did not leave.
Still standing calmly in place.
In the eyes of the sage, this is already an invincible and terrifying powerhouse.
Under the sage, perhaps he can't notice anything, but the sages present can feel the terrifying aura of the Nanhua sage far beyond Song Yu. This also means that although the South China Saints have just been promoted, their cultivation base is afraid that they are already top-notch among the Great Saints!
