In front of the huge immortal palace, there were crowds of people, and all the people who appeared were from the ancient Dayan tribe. There was a crescent moon hanging between his eyebrows, snow flying on his head, and his face was very ugly.

The saints of the ancient Dayan clan followed Xiao Ye and flew into the Immortal Palace.

Rumble!

At the same time, holy sounds burst out from the immortal palace, and the door slowly closed.

"The Holy Son of Taichu is really brave. Just go in like this, aren't you afraid of falling into the trap of the Dayan Ancient Clan?"

The followers all looked shocked and whispered.

The Holy Son of Taichu and the Ancient Tribe of Dayan are destined to be unkind and will never sit down calmly.

The so-called visit of the Holy Son of Taichu is just a cover. I believe the conflict between the two will explode soon.

At this moment, these spectators were waiting, and at the same time, someone took out the sound transmission gold beads and used audio and video techniques to project the scene here outside the Dayan Ancient Clan.

"It's interesting. I don't know what kind of combat power there is in the ancient Dayan tribe."

For a moment, in the great realm of the human territory, someone opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

At the same time, the huge Tiansheng Palace is brightly lit and surrounded by holy light, and is decorated in extremely luxuriously.

This Tiansheng Palace is clearly the ancient Dayan clan. It is usually used to entertain guests. It has desks and tables and chairs inside, all of which are made of precious materials from the three thousand great worlds and is of great value.

Xiao Ye found a seat casually to sit down. Seeing a pot of fine wine filled with energy on the desk in front of him, he poured the wine, drank it himself, and sat firmly in the enemy's camp, but was very calm.

“What a great wine.”

After drinking it in one sip, Xiao Ye felt as if nectar flowed into his body, full of mellow fragrance, and suddenly he was refreshed, and even the origin of the holy level was a little stronger.

"This wine is called 'Shenglin Wine'. It is a good wine that our clan uses fifty rare holy treasures. It takes a hundred days to make such a pot, so it is naturally a good wine."

"It's not too shabby to use it to entertain the Holy Son of Taichu."

A saint walked in and spoke.

"That's what you Dayan Ancient Clan has done to spend." Xiao Ye smiled slightly and looked up.

At this moment, the gate of Tiansheng Palace has been closed, and thirty members of the Dayan Ancient Tribe sat around him, all of whom were Saints.

The Saint Lord who introduced Shenglin Wine was a man wearing a gray robe and looking quite ordinary, which made Xiao Ye's eyes look strange.

He knew this person, and the other party was named Yu Ping Shengzun.

When the two tribes of humans and demons gathered together, he became the saint of Taichu and faced the sniping of various forces of various tribes. This person appeared on behalf of the ancient tribe of Dayan and also acted as a peacemaker.

Finally, it proved that the Ancient Tribe of Dayan had known for a long time that he could not return to his position smoothly, so he did it on purpose.

"Is it actually a little saint?" Xiao Ye's eyes swept over the other party.

With his current eyesight, he instantly understood the other party's realm. As for the holy lords sitting around, they were all ordinary holy lords.

"Soul Son of Taichu, the wise man will not say secret words." Saint Lord Yu Ping suddenly spoke.

Xiao Ye was unmoved and was still drinking and drinking.

"Taichu and Dayan are both ancient human race forces. They once had blood feuds, but they were too long."

"The cycle of reincarnation and the years have changed, and you have also killed many saints of our clan and the saints of the Era. When will this end?"

"I hope to use this wine to resolve the grudges that the two ancient tribes have lasted for dozens of epochs. In the future, we will be members of the human tribe and live in peace, how about it?"

Saint Yu Ping raised the wine glass in his hand and said to Xiao Ye.

He was once trapped on a meteorite that looked like an isolated island in the Three Thousand Realms, just to make a breakthrough. During this period, he heard that Xiao Ye was just a semi-saint.

When he broke through to the small-scale Saint Venerable realm and escaped, the other party had grown up, and now he could look down on the level of Saint Venerable.

Such growth and such terrible potential made him completely change his mind, and he was the leader and faction of the ancient Dayan clan.

After all, there is still a long time before the return of the Holy Lord of the Dayan Ancient Clan. If they fight with Xiao Ye, their Dayan Ancient Clan will also suffer considerable damage.

"oh?"

"You Dayan Ancient Clan, are you planning to use a glass of wine to resolve the hatred of the two ancient clans?" Xiao Ye looked at each other with a smile, but a cold light surged in his eyes.

How many despicable things did the Ancient Tribe of Dayan do against him?

Now with this glass of wine, I want to expose it?

Even if he agrees today, he will easily overthrow the Holy Lord of the Ancient Tribe when he returns.

Now he is not the little guy who could be allowed to be controlled by the ancient tribe of the Dayan.

"Son of Taichu, our clan has given you face and enough respect. What else do you want?"

"To be honest, there are three-level killing formations in this Heavenly Saint Temple. If you take action, you and Xuan Xiao will definitely die here." Saint Master Yu Ping's expression froze and asked in a deep voice.

"Stat threats are starting again?"

"Let the holy people here all surrender and give up my strongest body, and then this hatred can be resolved."

"Otherwise, this saint son is sorry for the seniors of the Nine-line dying in vain, and is not worthy of being this Taichu saint son." Xiao Ye said calmly.

"Son of Taichu, don't bully others too much!"

"Don't think that our Dayan Ancient Clan really has no way to deal with you."

...

As soon as this said, the atmosphere in Tiansheng Palace suddenly solidified, and the holy priest present changed color and his body was trembling with anger.

Saint Lord Yu Ping also looked gloomy.

"How many powerful people in the ancient tribe of your Dayan tribe have killed the nine veins of our tribe? They also took away the strongest body of this saint son. Now, with a light sentence, I want to reveal this past. Who is too bullying?"

Xiao Ye sneered.

"Yu Ping, I have said a long time ago that the Taichu Saint Son Wolf's ambition will not stop so easily. Now I will kill him directly to prevent future troubles."

At this moment, an old man stood up and said coldly.

Hurry!

As he finished speaking, the other saints in the Tiansheng Palace stood up one after another, and the pressure of the saints burst out from each body.

"Son of Taichu, I am kind to persuade you, but you don't appreciate it, so there is nothing I can do."

"Today, even if our thirty holy masters die, they will kill you here."

Saint Lord Yu Ping also shook his head, his expression became cold, and he also stood up.

The place where these thirty saints stood was actually very clever, like a space node. At this moment, the entire Heavenly Temple was shaking, with terrifying formation runes flowing and intertwined, and a terrifying and boundless power was reviving.

"A small saint, twenty-nine ordinary saints, just want to kill the saint son of our clan. Are you too naive to the ancient clan? Aren't you afraid of stealing chickens and losing rice?"

The Great Saint Xuan Xiao, who had been standing next to Xiao Ye and was very silent, suddenly shook his head with emotion and a sarcastic look on his face, actually ignoring the Holy Lord-level formation that was being activated.

"Soul Seal."

At the same time, Xiao Ye, who was still sitting in his seat peacefully, calmly expressed these two words.
Chapter completed!