The next moment, the fierce shock wave that dispersed once again turned its arc and rushed towards a deep mountain with fairy air steaming in the Holy Mountain.

"Not good!" Duanmu Qingtian and Duanmu Xiaoman saw that Su Yi and Xuehonglou had fallen like birds with broken wings, and immediately turned into streams of light to catch them!

After being supported by Duanmu Xiaoman, Su Yi's meridians were almost broken, and the Taixu Divine Sea was extremely dry, as if they had been hollowed out.

Duanmu Qingtian held Xuehonglou, and Xuehonglou was not much better than Su Yi.

"Click!"

At the deepest part of the holy mountain, a mountain split from the middle. The thunderous sound was wrapped in the golden light that soared into the sky, making everyone dazzled and mysterious, and almost crawled!

"Boom!"

The golden light was freely, and the surging and profound metal energy turned into a sharp storm, and energy swept out from all directions.

"I didn't expect that I will still see the Saint King Emperor's Sword in my life!"

The old voice instantly overshadowed all the noise. At this moment, the holy mountain suddenly became quiet, and countless people's eyes fell into the golden light.

The golden light surged, and an old figure slowly floated out from the center of the split body.

The two bright eyes that were shot out first were like bright lamps that could see through people's hearts, and instantly carried huge soul energy, which shocked everyone!

The figure that came out was not tall, and his simple and simple clothes showed the extraordinaryness of the old man. His eyes were small but bright. His snow-white hair danced in the wind, and his face was full of gullies, without any vitality. He looked like an old man who was about to die, very desolate.

The hands hidden in the big sleeves are broad and thick, with huge knuckles covered with calluses, and you can break the void with just one grab.

"Saint...Elder of Saint!" Duanmu Xiongtu's eyes were extremely excited in an instant, tears surging, and he knelt on the ground and shouted loudly!

"What! The ancestor of the Holy Mountain, the ancestor of the Holy Mountain! Is that supreme strong man eight hundred years ago!"

The disciples of the Holy Mountain present and the powerful men of the Holy Mountain all had bright eyes and were very excited. In the instant, there were thunderous kneeling and worshiping sounds within the thousands of peaks of the mountains.

"Greetings to the ancestor of Shengyu! The ancestor of Shengyu saves the mountain!"

"Old Ancestor Shengyu, the thief is going to destroy my Holy Mountain!"

Su Yi tried his best to stand in place, his eyebrows were filled with sternness, Duanmu Xiaoman beside him said in a low voice: "This old guy has finally come out."

"Boy, this old guy is not easy to deal with!" Duanmu Qingtian shot out coldly and said with a slight gaze.

"This guy seems to be dead for a while!" The iron soul lies in the entrance hall. When Su Yi heard this, he even activated the Supreme Hunyuan Technique. Within the aura of the Holy King, there was the Blood Demon Killing Sword in his hand. Su Yi's spiritual sense was extremely sensitive.

"No wonder he can't hide!" Su Yi's lips curled up.

Then, Su Yi still shook his head, took a long breath, and said to the two people beside him, "If he wanted to kill me, he would have come out long ago and would not wait until the last moment!"

Then, Su Yi's energy suddenly rose under his feet, cheered up his spirits, and held the Blood Demon Killing Sword in his hand tightly and walked towards the ancestor Shengyu.

"Little boy, the foundation of the Holy Mountain for thousands of years has been ruined by you today! You should be content!" Elder Shengyu was covered in ancient wells, and he could not feel a little bit of murderous intent, and a trace of dissatisfaction passed through his eyes.

"It is natural to kill someone to pay your life, and to pay your debts and pay them back! I am helping you clean up the portal, but you blame me?"

"Hahaha!"

A dry laughter came from Elder Shengyu's throat. Elder Shengyu said with his hands behind his back, looking at the sword in Su Yi's hand.

"Interesting! Can you show me this sword?"

Su Yi's eyes also moved down to the Blood Demon Killing Sword. The blood light fluttered, the faint golden pattern hovered, with a mysterious color, and the corner of his mouth suddenly curled.

"I know what you are thinking, but it's mine, and I can't take it away!"

"You actually said that the thing in the Holy Mountain is yours?" Sheng Yu's eyes instantly turned cold and he stared at Su Yi.

"call!"

The sword body trembled, Su Yi raised his eyebrows, and he was not afraid in his heart, and said in a narrow voice: "Where did the Holy Mountain get this sword?"

After a while, Shengyu's eyes remained calm, and a sigh suddenly appeared in his cold eyes.

The Holy Mountain's Tianfeng Divine Sword obtained from the Tian Yao Sect and obtained half of the Holy King's aura. From then on, it was renamed the Saint King Emperor Sword, which covered people's eyes and ears. How could the Shengyu not know about these things?

The original accumulation always has a bloody past. It was because Shengyu saw through these that he devoted himself to martial arts, studied martial arts, and did not care about the world.

"Then do you want to be the new Holy Emperor of the Holy Mountain?" Elder Shengyu coughed, with a look of hope in his eyes. His old face twitched gently, and a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The Holy Emperor of the Holy Mountain, the overlord of the Six Lands, Three Prefectures and One Sea, Shengyu actually made a nineteen-year-old boy the new Holy Emperor?

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present was shocked, their eyes widened and they looked at Elder Shengyu and Su Yi with horror.

"What! Elder Shengyu, you are not wrong! He has killed so many of us from the Holy Mountain!"

"Impossible! Our disciples of Holy Mountain will never agree! He killed the Great Saint Son, killed the Holy Fire Elder, the Holy Fire Elder, and seriously injured the Holy Peak and the Holy Yun Elder. How could such a person stay?"

"Old Ancestor Shengyu, you have to think twice!"

The ancestor Shengyu raised his head slightly, with a bit of haggard eyes, and said to Duanmu Xiongtu.

"Where is the elder of the Holy Martial Arts Hall? Tell the disciples of the Holy Mountain! What is the first standard for the Holy Emperor in the Holy Mountain?"

Duanmu Xiongtu suddenly felt clever, curled his body slightly, and shouted: "The first priority of the Holy Emperor, whoever has the Saint King Emperor Sword is the new Saint Emperor! Even if there is no Saint King Emperor Sword, those who have the Saint King Emperor Sword must spend their entire lives to find the Saint King Emperor Sword!"

"Even so, I will not worship this thief! It is impossible. The Holy Mountain will not be the main enemy!" Bingfu shouted loudly, his snow-white beard trembling slightly, and smoke began to grow in seven orifices.

As Bingkeep shouted, everyone roared at the same time and expressed their protest.

The familiar voice of the Bing Tank made Su Yi turn around, and his eyes were connected. The Bing Tank was immediately embarrassed and his heart skipped a beat, as if the Ice Man was still in place.

Su Yi shrugged helplessly, with a light in his eyes and a corner of his mouth raised: "I won't be the Holy Emperor of your Holy Mountain!"

Then, Su Yi raised his eyes, and the energy of the Taixu Divine Sea in his body began to slowly recover with the Hunyuan Supreme Practice, and he said in a deep voice: "The Holy Mountain is not qualified to keep me, and you are not qualified to say this!"

"If you want to be a person, you are not a person! Damn it! How can you keep such a person?"

"What! You're too arrogant! You dare to speak loudly in front of the powerful Yuantian in front of the half-step! "The disciples of the Holy Mountain trembled their eyes and muttered in a low voice.
Chapter completed!