at this time.

In Fengyuan Sea.

Zhang Han's army surrounded and killed.

The outside world was already a net of heaven and earth, and was blocked by Zhang Han, so they had to retreat to Luochen Island.

If there were ancestors who practiced here in Fengyuan Sea, they would have collapsed long ago.

On an ordinary, extremely ordinary island.

The location is not water from Luochen Island.

This island is like spring all year round, like a paradise, with small bridges and flowing water, and several ordinary thatched houses.

"Old ancestor, save me!"

Luo Chen and other powerful people came outside the island and did not dare to go in directly. Knowing that the ancestors liked purity, they knelt outside for help.

"The Qin State led its army to attack, and we are not his opponents. The Qin State knows that the ancestors are cultivating here and dare to move troops. This is disrespect for the ancestors, and they do not take the ancestors seriously and provoke the holy power!"

Luo Chen said.

He understood that he was no match for Qin and could only invite his ancestors.

"Old ancestor, once the Fengyuan sea is occupied by Qin, it will disturb the ancestor's cultivation. With the overbearing Qin, the entire sea will be in peace!"

After Luo Chen finished speaking, he stopped talking and waited quietly.

After a long time, a faint voice came from the island, "Go back and do your own thing!"

When Luo Chen and others heard this, their faces were happy. They knew that the ancestor had agreed to take action and left immediately, not daring to disturb them.

"The actions of Qin have angered the ancestors. How could they disturb the place of the Holy Qing Cultivation? With the ancestors taking action, even if Qin has thousands of troops, it will be wiped out!"

"Yes, if General Qin continues to attack, they will die at the hands of his ancestors!"

They were no longer afraid and returned to Luochen Island one by one.

Unlike before, I wished that General Qin would attack immediately.

Outside Luochen Island.

Zhang Han's troops surrounded this sea area.

A smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"The time has come. It is time to completely capture the Fengyuan Sea. The remaining people have gathered on Luochen Island, so there is no need to delay."

Zhang Han looked at Fengyuan Sea.

He ordered the army to advance and prepare to launch an attack.

In addition to waiting for the opportunity during this period, he is actually giving the other party a chance. If he surrenders honestly, he can spare their lives.

But those who resist will die.

The army attacked and broke through the sky.

At this moment, the holy realm is located.

An old man was dressed simply and sat on a stone bench, and the tea cup on the table was still steaming.

His eyes looked faintly at the place where Zhang Han's army was, extremely indifferent, and he raised his palm and was about to wipe out the army.

He has lived in seclusion here for thousands of years.

A saint's life is long, and a thousand years can only be considered a very short period of his life.

He did not take action to save Luo Chen and the others, but to live in seclusion here for thousands of years and have become accustomed to relaxing his mind and understanding his holy path.

"I was tired of killing, so I didn't want to kill anymore, but when I came in front of me, I just solved it."

The old man whispered.

Although he looked approachable at this time, only those who knew him knew that this saint was an absolute devil, stained with countless blood in his hands.

I have done anything like massacre of cities and destroying the country.

He can become a saint because he is a sacrificial murder.

Killing is just a common occurrence.

And in the past thousand years, he was tired of killing and his mind was a little tired. He wanted to live a secluded life. He didn't want to do anything, but he didn't want anyone to disturb his cultivation.

For him, this kind of feathering battle was nothing more than a wave of hands.

He stretched out one hand, and the void suddenly condensed in his palm. Suddenly, there was a force that spanned time and space, which could cross infinite distances and erase the opponent.

He used his palm to the power of the law of void.

Yuhua is just comprehending the laws, but the holy realm can truly use the laws.

This gap is too big.

And it is too difficult to break through the holy realm. Think about it, there are so many feathers that no one can take this step.

But just when he was about to erase Zhang Hanjun, he suddenly stopped.

Suddenly one more person appeared in front of him.

This man was wearing a black-patterned royal robe, with a temperament that ruled the world. He was young but also had a heroic domineering aura, as if he could support the collapsed sky with his arms.

Even when the old man saw this person, he knew that he was a majestic, but he was different from others.

He stood beside the river with his hands on his back, staring at the river.

"It's better to take a look with me about the war on Luochen Island."

Ying Xuan is here.

Although there was a true saint in front of him, Ying Xuan was still very calm, turned his head and looked at the other party.

The imperial domineering spirit spread out and resisted the Holy Power.

With his hand, the river water changed drastically, and its infinite control over the void seemed to be a projection, which changed the war on Luochen Island.

"Qin Emperor."

The old man was still sitting on the stone bench.

His mind is calm.

He had to admit that the domineering aura of this emperor was the strongest person in his life, and he had the grandeur of fighting for hegemony in the world.

"Yes, I am the emperor of the Qin Dynasty."

Ying Xuandao.

When Zhang Han wants to take down Fengyuan Sea, the biggest trouble is not Luo Chen, but this holy realm.

It was also the first time Ying Xuan saw a real saint. This was not a holy corpse, but a saint with flesh and blood and strength at its peak.

But he had nothing to be afraid of.

He is already in the ninth level of feathering.

In the midst of feathering, there is no opponent to fight against him, only the true saint can do it.

The old man was sitting there, his power was not emitted, just like an ordinary old man, but the more he was, the more he did not have any dangerous aura, the most terrifying it was.

Gaze at him.

It feels completely different from feathering.

He is a saint, and wherever he is, all powers are unconsciously approaching him, and he is like a world that can control the power of the essence of heaven and earth.

"You're just eternal."

The old man said, "Do you know that I am a holy realm, and I can be destroyed by the blink of an eye."

"I know."

He talked to the old man.

It's a weird feeling, making people feel that he is talking to the Holy Realm equally.

"I said that I will take action."

He has experienced more storms and waves.

Suddenly, the world in this place suddenly became dark, and the dark aura turned into infinite demonic aura.

This is his power of the holy realm, which turns into a demon realm, just like forming a world, pulling Ying Xuan into his realm.

"Holy Land."

Ying Xuan knew that this was a power that could be exerted by the holy realm.

The feathered realm and the holy realm of the holy realm have a completely different feeling.

The old man did not take action directly to create a holy land. If this great Qin emperor could not even fight the holy land, then there would be no need to take action next.

If you can't stand the holy realm, you will die.

In the dark Holy Land of Demon, suddenly, a black ancient lamp was stained with countless blood.

The lamp was lit, but in an instant, the light reflected in it turned into a dead land, with countless painful and hideous faces emerging.

Twisted and roaring.

These human faces were all those killed by the old man. Taking off their souls, even the lamp oil was refined from the flesh and blood of the peak of feathering.
Chapter completed!