After all, Tianxie’s ten greatest and Tianxie’s holy son have been killed.

Even the evil emperor's divine thoughts were swallowed by Zhao Yi.

The evil human world is seriously damaged, and in a short period of time, you can never invade the martial arts world.

So, staying here has no meaning.

What's more, even if evil people invade the martial arts world, why fear?

With Lord Zhao here, no amount of evil people come to kill them!

Everyone was full of absolute confidence in Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi and his party left the ancient sage training ground and appeared on an altar.

At this time, a group of old men were surrounding under the altar.

These old men are all elders and priests of the ancient holy sect.

They opened the altar before and sent Murong Wanqiu in.

However, Murong Wanqiu teleported out not long after he entered.

Not only Murong Wanqiu, but also all the others in the ancient sage training land came out.

"What's going on?"

"Saint, how can you escape back?"

"Go back quickly. If you miss the time and make the Tianxie Saint Son angry, our martial arts world will be in trouble."

The elders and priests of the ancient holy gate shouted.

Seeing these people, Murong Wanqiu was disappointed.

These people from the ancient sage had never thought of fighting to the death, but just wanted to compromise.

Even the Ancient Saint Sect is afraid of evil people like this, so why do you still talk about protecting the martial arts world?

"Suffering?"

"How could you suffer if you say you are suffering in this martial arts world!"

Zhao Yi spoke lightly.

"Who are you? Why is it your turn to speak here?"

"Get out immediately."

An elder priest from the ancient holy gate shouted loudly.

"If the ancient sages are all you old stubborn and greedy for life and death, then you should reorganize."

"The ancient sage needs a new leader."

Zhao Yi spoke with a faint expression.

"Where did the arrogant boy dare to speak so wildly, and he deserves to die."

"The power of the ancient sage, don't offend him, kill him!"

The priests and elders of the ancient holy gate roared angrily.

Murong Wanqiu looked at the elders and priests of the ancient sage coldly and said, "You are old and have worn out your ambitions over the years and have long lost the blood of fighting."

"You are indeed not suitable to take charge of the ancient sage."

With Zhao Yi's support, Murong Wanqiu has no fear anymore.

She had long wanted to resist everything in the ancient sage.

But the power is limited, and the heart is weak.

"shut up!"

"Saint, you dare to say such a ruthless saying. Do you want to seize the throne?"

At this moment, a middle-aged woman came from a distance.

She is elegant and luxurious, with a strong aura and extremely imposing.

Seeing this middle-aged woman, Murong Wanqiu's face changed slightly.

What she wants to marry the Saint Son of Tianxie was done by the person in front of her.

And this person is the current head of the ancient sage!

Murong Wanqiu said: "The leader, what he said is the truth."

"And the so-called rebellious words are just against your original intention, but obey the people of the world."

Hearing Murong Wanqiu's words, the head of the ancient sage was furious.

She didn't expect that the saint who usually obeyed her and was trembling with fear would dare to refute her like this.

"Saint, if you escape back privately, you dare to contradict the leader, you should be sentenced to death."

"But you are the Son of Tianxie, so you don't have to die, just let your sister die on your behalf."

The head of the ancient sage sect spoke angrily.

Zhao Yi listened aside and found it ridiculous.

It seems that these people have forgotten who took charge of the days when they were not in the martial arts world.
Chapter completed!