Is It Reasonable For My Auction House To Have Countless Guards?

Chapter 157 The Arrogant Fairy Divine Domain Everyone

Desolate Dao Realm does not refer to a specific Dao Realm, but is the name of the upper nine realms for those places with poor spiritual energy. For them, these places with thin spiritual energy feel dirty even at a glance.

But today, this desolate realm is filled with divine light. Countless streams of light come across the layers of void, illuminating the world like daylight.

Ancient battleships are flying across the sky, exuding an extremely primitive atmosphere, attracting the natural Myriad Manifestations.

The mountain peaks exuding a strong aura of law are now occupied by terrifying powerhouses. These Martial Artists come from various Great Saint Earth Level forces and are waiting here early for the opening of the vast ancient road.

"This time it must be a battle between dragons and tigers. In just one day, no less than thirty Sacred Land orthodoxy have come. The Sacred Land orthodoxy that used to be so aloof can be seen everywhere today."

"What is the origin of the Bronze Immortal Palace that has attracted so many forces to compete for it?"

"Nonsense, you mentioned the Bronze Immortal Palace. It must have something to do with immortals. Otherwise, why do you think these Sacred Lands will have nothing to do if they are full?"

"What? It's actually related to Xian?"

"Those who are coming now may still be small characters, but later you will see what is called a real behemoth!"

In the surrounding mountains, Martial Artists had a heated discussion together. Their expressions were full of excitement. Such a gathering in Sacred Land has never happened before.

When they heard the last sentence, some people sneered and looked sarcastic.

Sacred Land is already at the top of the world, but it is still a minor player?

Does this person know the concept of Sacred Land?

Zhou Xuanji looked at the mocking expressions of everyone and said nothing. They could not imagine what the birth of this immortal palace represented.

Rumble

At this moment, a deafening sound suddenly came from the sky.

Ancient battleships comparable to planets sailed out of the cracks, and a vast aura swept across the world. Some forces that had not yet had time to escape were shattered into rain of blood by this terrifying aura.

"Ah, Lin'er"

"I want you to be buried with Lin'er!"

A tragic cry sounded in the void, and a huge sword that covered the sky and caused the Myriad Manifestations to move directly towards the group of ancient battleships that appeared earlier.

The sword light transformed in the void into a vast White Tiger that was countless times larger than the battleship. It opened its bloody mouth and seemed to be able to swallow everything in the world.

"It's White Tiger Sword Lord, a powerful man at the pinnacle of quasi-saints. With his White Tiger sword skills, he once single-handedly fought three quasi-saints in the Monster Race, Venerable, and killed them all, with a strong record."

"The reason why White Tiger Venerable took action against the unknown force should be that White Tiger Venerable's beloved disciple Feng Lin died just now."

"Fenglin? That Fenglin who ranks 99th on the new Tianjiao List of Three Thousand Dao Domains?"

"If Maple Forest hadn't fallen, it wouldn't be difficult to become a Saint. Maybe when the Age of Great Conflict begins, I might even be able to get a glimpse of the ranks of the strongest. I didn't expect that they would fall like this."

"Who is that force? It acts so domineeringly. Who is qualified to come here today? Who is a simple person? Even those Sacred Land orthodox will not easily offend those who can come here."

Everyone sighed at Feng Lin's death. A genius ranked ninety-ninth in the Three Thousand Dao Realm actually died in such a depressing manner.

You know, among the three thousand Dao Realm geniuses, there are more than just Fanxing?

Being ranked ninety-nine is already considered a great achievement. As long as you don't fall, you can go a long way on the road of Saint.

What is even more shocking is that this new force does not take them seriously at all, as if they are just some dispensable bugs and ants!

Because...this is exactly the same as their attitude towards those mortals.

Just when the huge White Tiger shadow in the sky was about to fall, a beam of divine light shot out from the vast group of ships. The breath of destruction shattered all the spaces along the way. When it collided with the White Tiger At that moment, an explosion as bright as fireworks spread.

At the same time, in the middle of the ship, a young man wearing a light green feathered coat walked out.

He is handsome and outstanding, with a majestic aura around him. There is a mysterious mark faintly appearing on his forehead. There is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. His eyes are indifferent, looking down from above, overlooking all living beings.

Surrounding the young man, there are several extremely terrifying divine guards. All of these divine guards are quasi-Saint Realm. At this moment, they respectfully guard the young man in the middle. One of them has an eye open on his forehead. It contains terrifying power of destruction, and the divine light just now was emitted by this person.

"You are very good"

"If you are willing to become my slave, I can forget about the past."

The young man spoke calmly and looked arrogant, as if being favored by him was a great blessing.

"You bastards, kill Lin'er, I want you to die!"

Above the nine heavens, dark clouds covered the sky, and an old figure appeared, holding a fluorescent White Tiger sword.

The old man knew that there was nothing he could do with these people by himself, so he directly chose to make a desperate move and survive the holy calamity here!

He has been practicing for three thousand years. In the early years, he fought against the Monster Race and made too many enemies. When he became a quasi-sage and became famous in three thousand realms, he returned home again, only to find that his clan had already been avenged by the Monster Race, and his parents His wife and children all died.

He went to Monster Race territory with a sword and killed three Monster Race quasi-saints with his sword. Then he lived in seclusion in a small village and spent the rest of his life in confusion.

But...until the appearance of that young man rekindled his hope for the world.

When he called him grandpa, the old man taught him how to practice swordsmanship, literacy, and his unique skills, Divine Ability, and protected him as he grew up. Along the way, he watched him fight against the children of aristocratic families, defeat the True Legend of the Sacred Land, and become famous in the Three Thousand Dao Realms.

Originally, the old man thought that he would take the first step, but he did not expect that the "grandson" he watched grow up would die because of the aftermath. This is simply ridiculous.

"Ant, you actually want to resist our fairy clan"

"Kill it"

The young man's eyes were indifferent, as if he was squeezing an insect to death, without any fluctuation.

After the words fell, a giant palm holding the sky held the old man in his palm. Under the old man's unwilling gaze, he squeezed it gently.

Blood rain poured down, and a quasi-holy being died just like that.

"How is it possible? White Tiger Venerable died like this?"

"What is the origin of that young man, and what race is the Fairy Tribe?"

"I know, I know, they are people from the nine Divine Domains, and the Fairy Tribe should come from the Fairy Divine Domain!"

"Shut up, don't discuss that person. If someone from the Divine Domain hears it, I'm afraid I'll have to keep company with the White Tiger Venerable."

One by one, Martial Artists looked at the god-like young man above the sky, their eyes full of fear.

Even the Great Saint places fell into deathly silence.