"A saint king dares to jump in front of me?"

At this time, Yang Yu, who had been watching from below and had no intention of taking action, finally stood up and looked at the Fallen King.

"Haha, you are just a saint now. No matter how strong you are, you are just a saint. When you walk to the ninth small step by a saint king, can you still make waves?"

The King of Fallen Heaven looked at Yang Yu and spoke with an extremely cold expression. He did not let his emotions fluctuate. He only looked at Yang Yu, and his cold light appeared in his eyes.

"Is the ninth small step of the Saint King a Great Saint?"

Yang Yu looked at the King of Fallen Sword and smiled sarcastically, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Ha, so what if it's not a great sage? If the occurrence of my ancient clan really comes, your human race may not even have the opportunity to bear the remaining shade of the ancient clan in the future and seek the protection of the ancient clan. All human races will be slaves and servants, and be slaves for my ancient clan!"

The King of Fallen Heaven spoke out sarcastically, looked at Yang Yu, and sneered directly.

At this moment, the human monk listened and his face became extremely cold and indignant. He stared at the Fallen King, his heart full of anger.

This Heavenly King is too domineering and excessive. Every word he says hurts people's hearts. He actually says that the human race is only worthy of being a slave or a servant?!

"Young Emperor, please show your power and sacrifice the great formation of the sky-covering plane, kill the fallen king, and suppress the ancient clan!"

"Shaodi, please take action. The ancient clan is really too bullying. Please turn into a great saint and suppress these ancient clans!"

"Shaodi!"

All the human monks looked at Yang Yu, because Yang Yu was really the only hope now.

Yang Yu can become a great saint with a special formation, and at that time he will have the invincible power to suppress the ancient clan.

"If you kill a saint, you don't need to become a great saint."

Yang Yu shook his head, then stepped out directly, and appeared on the rooftop platform.

"Hmph, I will kill you, the young emperor of the human race today. Then I will see who else has the means to resist the heavens and can protect the weak race of the human race!"

The Fallen King snorted coldly and directly burst out into the realm of his saint king's ninth small step. His power was extremely terrifying, several times stronger than the White-clothed God King!

"I want to kill you with the ninth small step of the Saint King, but I am just going to go against a great realm. Do you think it is difficult?"

However, Yang Yu snorted coldly and pointed to the heavenly combat power that had entered the divine forbidden realm, far exceeding nine small realms.

In an instant, Yang Yu was no longer a saint, but more like a saint king, and had absolutely powerful strength!

"laugh!"

The next second, a dragon-patterned black gold sword fetus appeared in the middle of Yang Yu's eyebrows, and a murderous aura that reached the extreme was filled with terrifying killing!

"This technique comes from an era that cannot be traced back, called the Art of Pacifying Rebellion, which is dedicated to Pacifying Rebellion!"

Yang Yu spoke softly, and then the sword fetus between Yang Yu's eyebrows was cut out directly.

"laugh!"

In an instant, the surging sword light shone across the rooftop platform. Below, everyone felt their souls trembling in the lunch box. When the sword body came out, the terrifying power was too captivating!

"It's just the power of the saint, what's the secret to quelling chaos? Let's see if I destroy him today!"

The King of Fallen Snorted Coldly, and directly pinched the supreme fist and shot it out, believing in his invincible posture, he wanted to kill Yang Yu!

"Puff!"

However, the dragon-patterned black gold sword shaped across the void, as if there was a supreme immortal king leading it, as if he was holding it to calm the dark turmoil in the nine heavens and ten earths. How could a small saint king stop that kind of killing aura and the sharp and domineering supreme divine power?

Almost instantly, the King of Fallen Hell burst into blood. On the Tongtiantai, a big head fell directly on the Tongtiantai.

The dragon-patterned black gold sword light was extremely powerful. At this moment, it was stained with blood and crossed the void, returning to Yang Yu's eyebrows again, and emitted a series of faint sword sounds.

"this……"

"How is this possible? The purpose of the fallen king actually died?"

"He is one of the few saint kings who are most likely to become the Great Saint. He died like this? Shouldn't this be!"

"Impossible, my ancient clan is about to become a great saint, why did he die in the hands of a saint like this? The young emperor is not sure that he will go against the will of heaven and slaughter the fallen king in a great realm! This is the secret realm of the Immortal Platform!"

In an instant, all the ancient ancestor kings of the ancient clan and the people sitting below were numb and trembling all over.

The young emperor of the human race is just a young man in his twenties and twenties. It is already extremely stunning to have the ninth small step of the saint realm.

Now, the combat power it shows is even more terrifying and captivating. This sword body has amazed everyone!

It's so powerful!

If you truly leapt into the entire great realm, you will be killed by the King of Fallen Heaven, who is expected to become the Great Saint, then if the young emperor of the human race becomes the King of Saints in the future, wouldn’t the Great Saint of his ancient clan want everyone to be in danger?

"Why can he... be so strong? A human monk who is younger than us is not a descendant of the emperor, why?"

At this moment, the ancient prince Yuangu looked at Yang Yu, and his whole body was trembling and trembling. The style of this sword really shocked him.

"..." The prince also had a gloomy face, looking at Yang Yu, with a particularly ugly expression.

Because, on the day he was rescued, the young emperor of the human race said in the language of the ancient times whether he would be killed, which was not a joke at all!

So, he had always thought about avenging this, but now looking at Yang Yu, he really didn't have this idea.

Because the gap is too big, now his realm is not as good as Yang Yu's eight followers, eight beautiful women with extraordinary charm and unparalleled combat power.

Even when he faced Wu Lin, Feng Wu and Mo Qingxian, among them, he felt that he was about to fight, and probably none of them could have fought.

For the other five, even if he relies on the Emperor's bloodline and is not weak in these amazing physiques, he definitely has no 100% winning rate.

So, now the prince is very unstable in his heart. Looking at Yang Yu and the eight arrogant daughters, a feeling of powerlessness arises in his heart.

How do these people in Yao Chi compete with each other? How can they fight?

"So what if it's not a descendant of the ancient emperor? My young emperor is the real emperor! He is definitely the reincarnation of the ancient emperor!"

"Once upon a time, the young emperor of the human race stepped into the tomb of the Demon Emperor in the secret realm of the Taoist Palace. He was definitely the demon emperor who stunned the eternal age - the Qing Emperor lived in the second life!"

"The young emperor of the human race entered the ancient Taichu mine to sacrifice and refine the colorful divine phoenix furnace, and walked the same path as Emperor Hengyu. He must be the reincarnation of Emperor Hengyu and wants to protect our human race!"

The ancient prince and others were unstable and felt unprecedented trembling, but the human race was completely excited.

At this moment, Yang Yu, the young emperor of the human race, was almost like an ancient emperor who had returned, which made all the monks respect and admire him!
Chapter completed!