Chapter 1520

Amid the shouts all over the sky, in the clear sky, suddenly the golden light came into full play, and the holy light was surging.

I saw the images of the Dharma heaven in the void, the huge golden light and virtual shadow, like the Xuantian war statue from ancient times, overlooking the evil ants in the world, came to the venue with the boundless momentum of suppressing creatures!

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Just at this time, on the void ahead, a few tiny golden lights were made, and several huge images of the holy King quickly flew towards the high platform, one step ten miles, one breath.

At that moment, the void trembled, the earth shook, and the sound of "rumbling" rang through the depths of the void, shaking the fields.

The vast breath diffused from the far sky, the glow rushed into the sky, and the clouds and shadows crisscrossed.

The ethereal clouds in the distance were immediately stirred by the smell of divine hegemony. The sky suddenly appeared, the light between heaven and earth flickered endlessly, and the golden light and strong wind that covered the sky and blocked the sun captured people for no reason, making people uneasy.

"The spirit of the holy king!"

Su Yi's eyes moved, and he was familiar with the spirit of the holy king. The elder of the holy fire, Nalan Ruyu, and Chu Changhuan used this to fight with him.

Baicao mountain was like a volcanic eruption at that time. The sound waves rushed into the clouds, and the glow in the sky also shook.

Images are overwhelming, as if to devour the sun and moon. In the excited eyes, several small figures gradually solidify.

The five saints took the lead, wearing a golden red gown, which was full of the essence of heaven and earth, such as the bunch of black waterfall long hair, which was elegant and flexible, like the brilliance of Kunlun jade. On the handsome face, the sword eyebrows and stars stood with their hands down, gentle and elegant, without losing the supremacy of overlooking the world.

The figure was set off by the huge and hazy shadow, and a proud loneliness spread between the eyebrows. The holy light like a flood all over the body was like suppressing the Supreme God in the world, as if to erase everything.

Xue Honglou's face was ancient well without waves, and his body was surging with an obscure strong breath. He slowly glanced at the whole venue. The light in his eyes was dazzling, and his sacred breath slowly surged with a powerful momentum that was enough to sweep all directions.

"Hmm! The five saints are more and more magnificent! I admire them!" The Deacon Xuanyuan behind him smiled and stroked his beard, showing endless appreciation in his eyes.

"It's the fifth son of God! Elder martial sister, the son of God has been doubled in the Yuan Dynasty!"

The arrival of the five saints also made Ouyang Jinwei, who had always been lofty and arrogant, a little unable to sit still. She tightly pulled Li Ling beside her, and her eyes suddenly exuded light. She dared not look directly at her, but only dared to peek if there was no need. Li Ling also smiled at the five saints, looking at the five saints dazzling, as if she were approaching the holy heaven, and her face was flushed with joy.

Ouyang Yuanfeng, who had been waiting on the side for a long time, saw that the five saints had boarded the holy light platform, and immediately led the guards of Zhongzhou city to half kneel and shouted.

"Fu'an, the five saints! Welcome the five saints!"

After death, Deacon Xuanyuan also half knelt, and all the disciples present half knelt one after another, with devout eyes, and Ouyang Yuanfeng shouted in unison.

At this time, Su Yi and Yun Jing on the No. 9 platform were as agreed. When all the disciples knelt down, they still stood upright and faced proudly.

Su Yi's eyes were filled with a strong sense of tit for tat and war, and the cold light was also like a bloody spirit, shooting at the snow red building like a sword.

"It's a big joke to let Su Yi kneel for you!" Su Yi sneered in her heart.

Facing the kneeling of more than 100000 disciples of huanghuang, Xue Honglou finally flashed an imperceptible wave in his eyes, looked around again, but caught Su Yi and Yun Jing who did not kneel.

There was a touch of coldness in the calm eyes, but it didn't show too much.

Immediately, the snow red building slowly opened its mouth to all the people present, word by word, with a sound on the ground, just like the sonorous wind and thunder. The fierce spirit of the holy King swept the whole holy light platform with the energy of heaven and earth.

"Everyone up!"

All the staff stood up immediately, and the admiration in their eyes was beyond expression. Some crazy female disciples had not even started the ceremony, and they had fainted several times just seeing the beautiful face of xuehonglou.

"Wow!" As soon as the low voice full of magnetism was exported, everyone shouted in unison,

"The son of God, the son of snow Red Mansion, finally saw a real person! How handsome!"

"Less than 30 years old, you are already in the double kingdom of the Yuan Dynasty! What a talent!" Some female disciples covered their faces and exclaimed.

"I must go into the holy mountain to see the son of someone else, looking at us! People look at the saint every day, and then look at us! People are so angry!"

Some male disciples nearby directly beat their chests and feet. Before they began to pass the ceremony, they had been crushed by the five saints without a trace of temper,

Su Yi's eyes gradually withdrew, and her heart was indeed awe inspiring. Just looking at the five saints, Su Yi's heart suddenly appeared a palpitation.

Immediately, he hurried to urge Yu Tian Jue, and the spirit of the Tianyuan demon returned to calm. Su Yi rarely had such a feeling, especially in the control of soul power, he even fell behind.

"Sure enough, it's him! He's also a soul master! And he's very strong!"

In a blink of an eye, Su Yi made several judgments about Xue Honglou, and was able to find a killing opportunity among thousands. This alone was much better than the garbage like Wang Quande. I don't know how many times.

Moreover, only by virtue of the double cultivation of the Yuan emperor realm, the power of the spirit of the holy king was exerted in no way weaker than the yuan sect realm. This talent can't be compared with any one here. It should also be a rare existence in the son of God. Compared with the jade like Nalan, it's basically a difference between heaven and earth.

The most critical point is that the xuehonglou seems to be stronger than when we met in Lingbao Pavilion last time.

The pace of progress is not determined by talent alone. Su Yi's heart is full of coldness. The snow red building is far from as simple as Nalan Ruyu or Chu Changhuan.

At this moment, Su Yi has regarded Xue Honglou as an enemy in the future, because he can feel that the strength of Xue Honglou is absolutely terrifying and powerful, and may be like himself, a transgressive pervert.

While meditating, Su Yi's yuan Shen heard a breathless voice, and her eyes turned to the No. 8 high platform. Yun Jing was turning her big eyes at the snow red building.

"Who else do I think? I really think I am the saint of the holy mountain?"

Yun Jing looked down on Xue Honglou's arrogant posture, and her vitality passed to Su Yi. If Mingzhi's pretty face was full of disdain and contempt, a trace of disgust appeared in the moon eyebrow and star eyes.

"Indeed, all the saints and daughters of the holy mountain have a lofty and conceited, which makes people dislike it!" Su Yi laughed softly. At this point, Su Yi and Yun Jing are like-minded.

"At this age, you're only the second level of the Yuan Dynasty. You're better than him. Hum! Do you hate him, too? I'll help you kill him!"