Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

Chapter 430 The Lord Of The Sacred Land Arrives

On a mountain peak outside the clouds and mist coverage of Izuyun Ridge, an old man with bloodstains on the corner of his mouth was constantly heaving and his chest was heaving, and his breath was also erratic.

Judging from its appearance, it is exactly the phantom that blocked Sun Xiaokong just now, He Lao of the Tianlin Dynasty.

"The bloody little bastard smashed my Divine Sense projection!"

"It seems that His Highness the Third Prince is already in danger..."

"I don't care what your status is, but now that you have offended our Tianlin Dynasty, you and the forces behind you will be hunted down endlessly in the future!"

Then he turned to leave.

Suddenly, he heard movement around him.

"Daughter-in-law, you said his name is He Lao, so is he just an old crane..."

Elder He's complexion changed, and he asked, "Who is it! Who's there!"

"Don't hide your head and show your tail, show yourself if you have the guts, people from my Tianlin Dynasty are not afraid of you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a pair of young men and women coming from afar, walking in illusory steps, and within a few steps they had already arrived in front of him.

"Who are you! What's the purpose of pretending to be a ghost!" Elder He questioned loudly.

The two people on the opposite side did not respond.

The woman is out of the world and refined, not eating fireworks.

The man always had a smirk, looking cynical.

"Who are you guys!" He Lao asked again.

"We are the forces behind Sun Xiaokong, and we are also the people that your Tianlin Dynasty wants to hunt down." Huo San said with a half-smile.

He Lao's expression changed dramatically when he heard the words, he hurriedly switched Spiritual Qi to prepare for the enemy.

But only at this time did I realize that Spiritual Qi had completely lost contact with my whole body.

"What's going on! What have you done!"

"Shut up!"

Huo San couldn't follow what he said, and He Lao really shut up and stopped talking.

"I'll ask you a few questions, you just need to nod or shake your head, understand?"

Elder He still didn't understand, he nodded repeatedly in response, like a chicken pecking at rice.

How dare he be negligent? Now that he knew that the abilities of the Daoist family were unimaginable, how could he have the heart to resist.

"Okay, first question, is your body an old crane?"

Old He nodded.

"The second question, is the emperor of the Tianlin Dynasty a creature with scales, and not in human form?"

Old He nodded again.

"The third question, where is the Tianlin Dynasty?"

He Lao was dumbfounded, and was at a loss for a while.

"Where are you, why are you standing there!" Huo San was displeased and slapped him twice.

He Lao felt bitter, he couldn't express at all with his mouth shut, he could only say "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu".

Hu Li couldn't help covering her mouth and chuckling.

"Little San, his mouth is sealed, so he can't speak."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Huo San slapped his forehead as if waking up from a dream, "I'll help you untie it..."

With a light snap of his fingers, the restraint on He Lao's mouth was removed.

But before he could say a word, it was sealed again.

"Hey, that's not right, you can't speak, you can't write, put your head on it for me!"

He Lao wants to cry but has no tears.

I could only lie on the ground and arch a few big characters.

"East……"

"Holy State..."

Huo San whispered.

"Well, this is a good place, I will pay a visit another day..."

When He Lao heard this, he thought he was fine, so he turned around and wanted to leave again.

"Wait!"

"Who told you to go!"

He Lao was taken aback for a moment, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Huo San grinned.

"Since I came to Beixuantian, I haven't opened the eight scriptures yet, so I reluctantly beat you, an old crane, to sacrifice its teeth."

"Daughter-in-law, light a fire!"

...

Just as Huo, San and Huli were having a big meal with their little apprentice on their backs, the clouds and mist on Izumo Ridge began to churn.

Large swaths of cloud and mist began to rush to the surroundings, frightening the onlookers to retreat in a hurry.

At the same time, this also means that the time to enter the Supreme ruins has come.

Right above Izumo Ridge, there is also a white cumulus cloud that condenses and covers the sky.

Gradually, it condensed into a well-defined platform.

Each first-level platform has several seats, the number of which varies, and the number decreases as you go up.

There are only two at the top, but they look noticeably more majestic than the others.

"Liuyun Sacred Land!"

"The people from Liuyun Sacred Land are here!"

Amid the exclamation, the space on the Xiangyun platform was distorted, and several figures walked out slowly.

The leader was a handsome middle-aged man, wearing a white robe with auspicious cloud patterns printed on it.

Immediately behind him were two middle-aged men with extraordinary looks, one also dressed in white, and the other in a purple-gold robe.

Among the practitioners present, there were many well-informed people who recognized their identities.

"Holy Lord Liuyun!"

"Holy Lord Tianfeng!"

"Holy Master Ling Xiao!"

"These great figures are all here!"

Behind, the eight old men with white hair and childlike faces are the eight elders of Liuyun Sacred Land.

Originally there were nine of them, but a few days ago Sun Xiaokong made a strange trick and killed one of them, so there are only eight left.

At this time, some people couldn't help but have doubts.

"Obviously it's the Lord of the Three Great Saints, why are there only two seats on the highest platform..."

"Could it be that one person is willing to be inferior to the other two?"

"Then this will be a major event that can shake the entire Bei Xuantian!"

But what happened next was even more unexpected.

The three holy masters did not go up to the highest place, but just sat down on the second floor.

Lord Liuyun sat in the center for the host, followed by Lord Ling Xiao who came from afar, and on the other side was the always modest Lord Tianfeng.

There is only one way to say such a seat.

That can only be that there are people with a higher status than the three Great Saints who want to come here.

Everyone in the audience was shocked.

"No, it's impossible!"

"It is impossible for anyone who can still make an appearance in Beixuantian now to be more powerful than the Lord of Sacred Land..."

"Even the emperor of the ancient dynasty is weaker..."

At present, Bei Xuantian, if it is said to be stronger than the Lord of Sacred Land, is not without it, but those are old monsters that have not shown their faces for thousands of years.

And they are all ancestors hidden in the various Sacred Lands.

Everyone is guessing on which side the ancestors of Sacred Land will be interested in coming to Izumo Ridge to watch the younger generation's battle.

Although the Supreme Divine Treasure also has a great temptation for the cultivators who have ascended to the Sixth Stage Immortal Realm, but the cultivators also know that at that level, other people's inheritance will not be of much use.

But there were only a few people present, who could vaguely guess the intention of Lord Great Saint.

Especially Sun Xiaokong, who is full of complacency at this time.

"Did you see it! Did you see it!"

"The top two seats are reserved for my Master wife!"