Not falling into the Holy Dynasty...

The third most powerful figure among the seventy-two top forces in Middle-earth world ruled nearly one-tenth of the territory of human beings in the entire Middle-earth world.

The entire Buluo Sheng Dynasty started from Bilong Port on the western coast and extended to the Cang Mountains near the center of the Middle Earth world. The vertical and horizontal range exceeded 16 million kilometers. There were countless people living in it, and there were thousands of sects in it.

The smaller ones of these sects are only one sword saint, and the few hundred and nearly a thousand disciples of the sect are larger, and there are several Mahayana swordsman, dozens of powerful swordsmanship, and tens of thousands of disciples of the sect. What is shocking is that among the seventy-two top forces, Tianzang Academy, Ziwu Medicine Valley, and Jingxue Temple are all under the jurisdiction of the Holy Dynasty.

Although the dynasty of the Unfaithful Holy Dynasty cannot dominate the life and death of these three top forces, every year, the three top forces must regularly pay tribute to the dynasty of the Unfaithful Holy Dynasty. Some disciples will even join the dynasty of the Unfaithful Holy Dynasty to be officials, govern one side, and strengthen the prestige of the dynasty of the Unfaithful Holy Dynasty.

Both top forces, Tianque Gate, Wanyu Tian Sect and other sects, are more than the gap between them and the Buluo Holy Dynasty.

This is the difference between having a supreme level strongman and a supreme level strongman who does not have a supreme level strongman in charge of the sect.

Thirty days pass by in a flash.

After a long journey, the capital of the Holy Dynasty, which did not fall into the holy dynasty gradually approached.

Although the royal court had stayed in the southern region of Middle-earth world for a while and had seen the prosperity of the Red Eagle Leader, now that after entering the scope of the Unfallen Holy Dynasty, the royal court truly understood what the style of the Holy Dynasty was.

Standing on the deck of the Yueyue God Ship, looking over, there were definitely thousands of ships flying in the sky. A large number of ships of Wind Gods carried goods from all over the world, busy flying towards the Saint Capital of the Unfallen Holy Dynasty, adding a little prosperity to the Saint Capital of the Unfallen Holy Dynasty. In addition, there are also many patrol warships that fly by at times at extremely fast speed in the void. The frequency of their appearance is as fast as before them, as if the patrol warships that can be used as artifacts in the Western world, but an ordinary luxury carriage that cannot be considered an ordinary one.

Especially when Wang Ting and others officially saw the vast area that even the spirit of the Wang Ting could not be detected, the many large wind god ships and air patrol warships flying in the sky were flowing endlessly. From time to time, Wang Ting could see a large divine ship like the moon god ship he was riding on.

Compared with the Red Eagle Leader, the average level of cultivation for the Holy Dynasties may be less than much higher, but the prosperity is several times stronger than that of the Red Eagle Leader.

“That’s ahead…”

Wang Ting looked up at the distance, but found that most of the Fengshen ships and air patrol warships docked on the periphery of the Buluo Shengdu City, and were guided by those air patrol warships and soldiers riding and flying beasts, docked to a giant square not far away.

And in that square, there were already densely packed with more than tens of thousands of Fengshen ships and air patrol warships docked.

Tens of thousands of Wind God ships and patrol warships gathered together. The scene was so spectacular that it was simply unspeakable. Although these Wind God ships and patrol warships might not all belong to the Holy Dynasty, the scene in front of them still brought people a strong visual impact. Not to mention Lin Yue'er, even the Wangting had a deeper understanding of the prosperity of the Holy Dynasty.

"That seems to be..."

Lin Yue'er took a look at the battleships that were being pulled to the nearby square by a non-small slush, and couldn't say it for a while. Although she had made sufficient preparations, everything was learned from the records of the Middle Earth Storm and could not be covered.

"Um?"

Wang Ting glanced at the Longhua Sword Emperor beside him. It was not difficult to see from his expression that he obviously understood what was going on.

"When I want to know something and you happen to know it, you'd better say it consciously, or, if you think you are a strong man on the Sword Emperor list, I'll be reluctant to kill you?"

Wang Ting said, a faint spiritual fluctuation emanated from his body, instantly touching the spiritual mark left in the spiritual world of Longhua Sword Emperor. For a moment, a severe pain that seemed to be torn apart in an instant burst out from the spiritual mark. In the blink of an eye, Longhua Sword Emperor, the peerless strong man with sword spirit, had already changed his face.

"Stop! Stop! Your Majesty Wang Ting, I said..."

"I've never bothered to pay attention to some of your words and actions these days, because I don't care about you at all, just like I don't care about your life and death at all."

Wang Ting's expression turned slightly cold.

In an instant, the more violent tearing and severe pain filled the entire spiritual world of Longhua Sword Emperor. A spiritual world seemed to be about to collapse completely. Since then, the severe pain of his soul scattered makes him scream involuntarily. His whole body was trembling, and he was hunched over, and he could no longer stand up. A large amount of sweat continued to drip down his forehead.

"No! No! Your Majesty Wang Ting, please stop, I know I'm wrong..."

Wang Ting didn't say anything, staring at Longhua Sword Emperor coldly, his mental fluctuations scattered in circles, causing the pain in the spiritual world of Longhua Sword Emperor to explode in full swing.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Under the severe pain, Longhua Sword Emperor finally collapsed completely. He could no longer care about the image of a powerful person on the Sword Emperor List. He fell to the ground in pain, holding his head, and let out a series of shrill screams. Under the severe pain, even his powerful will of sword intent was defeated in one fell swoop. He couldn't help but hold his head in pain and hit the deck of the Yueyue God Ship. In an instant, a lot of blood had flowed out of his forehead. Even Lin Yue'er next to him looked at it, he suddenly shook his terrible look.

"Your Majesty Wangting! I was wrong, please! No! Master, please stop! Stop!"

Amid the screams, the Longhua Sword Emperor begging for mercy was vaguely heard.

At this time, the Sword Emperor had no longer the pride of any sword emperor-level powerhouse. His forehead was covered with blood, his whole body looked disheveled, his head was held, and he rolled on the ground, as if he was not anything different from a mortal who was suffering from torture.

"Well? Wei Hong, captain of the 7th Squadron of the Third Battalion of the Sixth Army of the Imperial Guards of the Holy Pilgrimage City, dear guests, what's going on? What's your identity? What's the point of coming to our Holy Pilgrimage?"

At this time, a sound came from the void.

I saw a middle-aged man with the cultivation of a sword saint, riding a flying holy beast with the strength of a sword saint, and taking a patrol team composed of five semi-saints, stopping not far from Wang Ting and others. In his eyes, the Longhua Sword Emperor rolling all over the ground and screaming, his expression was quite different.

Obviously I don't know what the poor guy made, and was so punished by this young man who seemed to be his master.

"We are here to seek to see the Supreme Master of the Great Holy Dynasty."

"Want to see the Supreme Master of Miaodi?"

The middle-aged man in the Sword Saint Realm was slightly stunned, and he quickly looked at the moon god ship that Wang Ting and others were riding on.

This Moon God Ship is a ship of Jiang Yuli, the leader of Wanyutian Sect. Its luxury is far from comparable to the ordinary Moon God Ship. It doesn't look like anyone can own. Just through this warship, the middle-aged captain has already speculated that among the few people in front of him, even if there is no peerless strongman in the sword art world, he will definitely have a great identity.

Thinking of this, his expression was slightly respectful, but he was still idle and said: "Your Majesty Miaodi is the most supreme and great existence in our dynasty. If you want to see him, please report your name first or hand it over to the worship. If you have time, your Majesty Miaodi will naturally come to meet a few of you."

At this time, a team member around the middle-aged man seemed to notice something, and quickly whispered beside the middle-aged captain: "Captain, look, is the young man in front of him the number one Lord Wang Ting who is currently on the Star List? Not long ago, Zhongtu Fengyunlu updated the information. Lord Han Zhihe and Lord Mu Qingshuang succeeded in rushing into the sword artistic conception one by one. At present, Lord Wang Ting is the strongest person under the sword intent."

"The Royal Court, which ranks first on the Star List?"

This identity shocked the captain of the Sword Saint Realm.

The Star List ranked first. Although it is not worthy of the summoning of Supreme Miaodi himself, the other party's status is no less than an ordinary swordsman's artistic power. Such a noble guest is not something that he, a small sword saint, can neglect.

Thinking of this, he quickly saluted slightly and said, "Mr. Wang Ting has come to our Holy Dynasties. I am deeply honored to not fall into the Holy Dynasties. Please come first. I will inform us of the royal elders of the Holy Dynasties. At that time, he will come to receive Lord. Wang Ting in person."

"Royal elder?"

"Master, the royal elders are the highest power institutions in the Holy Dynasty. There are 24 people in it. The one with the worst cultivation is all peerless strong men with sword art. The leader of the group is Kuang Feixue, who is on the list of Sword Emperors, and his ranking is even higher than the Longhua Sword Emperor."

"Twenty-four powerful sword art."

This number surprised Wang Ting a little.

There are so many powerful sword art powerhouses in a dynasty that do not fall into the holy dynasty.

However, considering the terrifying influence of the Buluo Holy Dynasty, which ranks third in the Middle Earth world, he understood that even the sects such as the Tianque Sect, which ranks low-ranking, there are several powerful sword-in-the-art powerhouses. The third-ranking Buluo Holy Dynasty has twenty-four sword-in-the-art powerhouses, which is completely reasonable.

"Are you still not able to see the Supreme Master Miaodi?"

Wang Ting said, his tone of regret.

"Master...maybe...maybe...maybe I can try it and seek to see the Supreme Master of Miaodi..."

At this time, the weak voice of the Longhua Sword Emperor came from the deck.

When Wang Ting talked with the middle-aged man, he naturally stopped mental torture.

"you?"

Wang Ting glanced at Longhua Sword Emperor, and nodded slightly considering his previous identity on the Sword Emperor's List.

The middle-aged man in the Sword Saint realm looked at the Dragon Sword Queen with blood on her head and was frowning instinctively frowned. Such a person still wanted to see the Supreme Miaodi? It was simply absurd.

However, for the sake of Wang Ting, the strongest man on the Star List, he didn't say anything.

"Please go and inform us, the Sword Emperor Longhua Sword Emperor, come with my master to come and see the Supreme Miaodi."
Chapter completed!