Martial God Sovereign Chapter 1820: Supreme Holy Land
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Chapter 1820 The Supreme Holy Land
Han Yu quietly concealed his aura in the fourth stage of Hualian in the middle stage of Wusheng, and said: "I want to give you a surprise."
Xiao Ya suddenly said: "You don't want to surprise us, do you want to surprise the enemy?"
In her heart, the stormy sea also turned up, but it was much calmer than Meng Zuisheng.
"Wu Sheng was transformed into a wall in the late stage of Wu Sheng, what a surprise, I am afraid that those enemies will be shocked? Haha..." Meng Zuisheng suddenly burst into laughter, almost heavier than he broke through to the wall in the late stage of Wu Sheng. Still excited.
Han Yu smiled faintly, and several people continued on the road.
Zhongtianyu, the supreme holy land.
The Supreme Holy Land is located in a huge basin. As one of the Nine Heavens Overlords, it is still among the top three. The Supreme Holy Land’s momentum is no different from the Yaochi Holy Palace. There are many temples in the basin, and the floating islands in the air are like stars. It is a rare and blessed place for cultivation.
Recently, the Supreme Holy Land can be said to be crowded with numerous guests coming and going.
Han Yu and the others just fell outside the gate of the Supreme Holy Land, and the masters with the Supreme Holy Land greeted them with a smile.
As the palace lord of the Jade Lake, Han Yu's current fame, they dare not neglect at all.
"The Lord of the Palace of Yaochi is coming, and if you miss a distance, you still hope to forgive your sins." An old man greeted him, trying to apologize again and again.
"Elder Yang is polite." Palace Master Yaochi replied.
From the looming aura of the old man, it can be seen that he is a master of Hualian Eighth Layer in the middle of the martial arts stage. Such a master comes to welcome the guests, which shows that the Supreme Holy Land attaches great importance to this ten thousand race meeting.
"Friend Daoist Han is polite!" After Elder Yang and the Lord of the Palace of Yaochi saw the ceremony, they hurriedly bowed their hands to Han Yu. Although Han Yu was a junior, he did not dare to take the slightest contempt.
It can be said that Han Yu's reputation in Jiutianshidi is no worse than any overlord in Jiutian.
Han Yu bowed his hand.
Suddenly, Elder Yang's gaze was attracted by the small horn on Han Yu's shoulder, and he asked in astonishment: "Is this the King of the Golden Horn?"
Han Yu nodded with a smile.
Elder Yang's eyes widened. It is well known that the Golden Horn King is the most outstanding genius of the Monster Race, and a popular figure at the Ten Thousand Races Conference. He never expected to be so close to Han Yu.
Han Yu did not explain to Elder Yang, and there is no need to explain.
Elder Yang thought of a lot at once, glanced at Han Yu and Xiaojiao a little weirdly, took a deep breath to suppress the inner shock, and nodded to the sage of Yaochi, Xiao Ya and Meng Zuisheng, which was considered a courtesy. Then he stepped aside and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of asking, saying: "Palace Master, Daoist Han, please come in here."
The Palace Master of Yaochi nodded, and walked ahead, Han Yu and the saint of Yaochi followed her, and Xiao Ya and Meng Zuisheng were at the end.
At this moment, another group of people arrived, all dressed in black robes, and the old man in the lead was an old man with a pale face. This group of people seemed to have brought a cold current, causing the temperature here to drop a lot in an instant. Before the lively Supreme Holy Land Mountain Gate, they all suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at this group of people.
"Magic people!"
Almost everyone frowned, with strong resistance.
The people of the demon sect have sullen faces and stern eyes, sweeping past the righteous people without emotion. Han Yu and them here quickly attracted their attention.
"The King of the Golden Horn? How does it go with Han Yu?" A person from the Demon Cult suddenly exclaimed, looking at the little horn on Han Yu's shoulder incredulously.
All the people of the demon sect suddenly changed color and strode towards Han Yu and the others.
"Great King Golden Horn, why are you with Han Yu, the evil thief?" The old man, the leader of the demon cult, glared at the little horn and asked.
Before Xiaojiao could reply, Meng Zuisheng cursed: "You and others are all thieves!"
The old man glanced at Meng Zuisheng gloomily, and said angrily: "Boy, you are looking for death!"
With Han Yu, Meng Zui was afraid of being a bird, so he looked up at the old man and said: "Old thief, dare to insult my boss, you are looking for death!"
The old man was so angry that the three corpse gods jumped and slapped Meng Zuisheng with a palm, wishing to break Meng Zuisheng into pieces.
"Hmph, this palace is here, it's your turn!" Palace Master Yaochi snorted heavily.
"Brother Dao, the ten thousand race meeting is about to be held, ten thousand races coexist peacefully, are you trying to break the balance?" Elder Yang said coldly.
The old man snorted softly and retracted his hand.
Suddenly, a hideous man walked out from behind the old man and looked at Han Yu with straight eyes.
This person just walked out and shocked both the Sage Yaochi and Xiao Ya. This life has two triangular eyes with red eyes, and this is not the most terrifying. The most terrifying thing is that on his left cheek, there are dense black runes, just like natural.
The faces of the Sage of Yaochi and Xiao Ya both changed slightly, and they felt nauseous.
"Han Yu, do you dare to kill my brother, above the Ten Thousand Races Conference, I will use your soul to pay tribute to my "Devil Soul Dafa", remember my name-Soul Thousand Brahma, you belong to me "Yes." The man said coldly, his eyes flickering.
Han Yu snorted softly.
"You are the third soul of the Ten Thousand Choirs? You are so ugly, my boss will kill you and you will be dirty with your hands. You dare to provoke my boss, and drown you at the Ten Thousand Clan Conference. Yes!" Meng Zuisheng cursed.
"Huh!"
In the eyes of Soul Qianfan, two streams of blood suddenly rushed towards Meng Zuisheng. These two blood waters carried a strong corrosive aura.
Han Yu quietly stretched out his left hand, grabbed two strands of blood, and a ray of black vitality burst out of his hand, which wiped out the blood in an instant.
Hun Qianfan looked at Han Yu for a long time, and finally snorted coldly, glanced at Meng Zuisheng coldly, and left with the others of the Demon Sect.
"Hmm, hurry up and enjoy the time you can live in the past few days." Meng Zuisheng kindly reminded.
The demons were gritted with anger.
"Boy, you have a way to participate in the Ten Thousand Races Conference, I smash your mouth!" A demon disciple gritted his teeth.
"You wasted the time of five breaths alive again. When you die, you will regret why you didn't make good use of this time to enjoy your life, but fight fiercely in front of Lao Tzu." Meng Zuisheng said with a throat.
His words were really maddening and not paying for their lives, even Xiao Ya couldn't help rolling her eyes.
Several demon cult disciples were all injured internally by anger.
"A few, please come in!" Elder Yang glanced at Meng Zuisheng with a smile, thinking that this man is really a talent.
Elder Yang has been sending a few people to the VIP reception area of the Supreme Holy Land, and let the people inside lead a few people in before he retreats.
Just entering this area, a man walked towards him, making Han Yu's eyes narrowed slightly. The man also saw Han Yu, and looked at Han Yu calmly.
This person is no one else, it is Han Yu's old opponent who is all over the world.