"Su Yi, don't swear by blood!" The Holy Fire's expression suddenly twitched, and his eyes were filled with flames.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Elder Holy Fire suddenly burst into laughter, looking around at everyone behind him, and pointed at Su Yi and said, "Don't be deceived by this little liar. The Great Sage Son has been wrecked by this kid. Now he will push everything onto the Great Sage Son. Su Yi, then I want to ask you where the holy aura on your body comes from!"

Looking at Su Yi, including Duanmu Xiongtu, everyone looked confused. The one Su Yi used just now was clearly the aura of the Saint King, and the aura of the Saint King was the purest and most stubborn. I don’t know how many times purer than these Saint Mountain elders!

"Su Yi, you said! Where does the Holy King's aura come from!"

Duanmu Xiongtu and a group of people all focused their attention on Su Yi. What Su Yi used just now was clearly the aura of the Saint King. It is doubtful that a person outside the holy mountain can withstand the baptism of the Saint King. Now, he still has the aura of the Saint King, which is really imaginative.

"Hmph, it can't be obtained from the Saint Lord!" Elder Holy Fire's eyes were wafting, a cold murderous intent rose and fell, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Saint Lord! Yes! The Saint Lord is also in the formation!"

"Saint Lord, where is our Saint Lord! Why are there only Xuehonglou and Liu Ruoxi coming out?"

"Is it really Su Yi who made a fool of himself? He still has the aura of the Holy King?"

Within the thousands of peaks of the mountains, millions of Holy Mountain disciples suddenly woke up, their eyes becoming more and more shocked and turned into fear, and all their eyes fell on Su Yi again.

Su Yi slowly raised his head, his eyes did not fluctuate at all, but he had a cold chill and power that shook his head gently.

"Holy Fire, you're adding another handful of firewood to hatred! Don't even think about having a peaceful day in the Holy Mountain today!"

Duanmu Xiongtu looked at the closed vortex outlet, and a breath of fear suddenly spread out on his body, and he whispered.

"Su Yi, where is the Saint Lord? You must tell me where the Saint Lord went?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Duanmu Xiongtu leaned forward, his face trembled, and he was extremely eager for Su Yi to express the answer in his heart!

"The Saint Lord and Yuchi Changfeng died together. Yuchi Changfeng stimulated the aura of the innate Saint King and was stopped by the Saint Lord. The Saint Lord was behind our palace and was already poisoned!"

As soon as the words came, a series of surprises suddenly burst into pieces, and everyone was immediately distracted, as if they had heard the most terrifying news.

"No! Saint Lord! How could you go!"

"Saint Lord! What will the Holy Mountain do in the future!"

Crying and robbing the earth, the low roaring shouts instantly filled the continuous mountains. No one could understand the huge blow the Saint's death brought to the Saint, and the aura of sadness filled the sky.

Everyone present was depressed, and the aura of destruction like a doomsday lingered in their hearts, and everyone felt unspeakable pain.

"Saint Lord, no! Saint Lord!" Duanmu Xiongtu spurted out blood. When he heard the news, his old body staggered backwards, and he was even more sad.

"Shi Ning, why are you doing this? Alas!" Duanmu Xiaoman could not hold back his feelings in the void. Ripples appeared in the moon's eyes, and pain flashed through.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The holy fire became fierce again, and its gloomy eyes were like a lone eagle staring at Su Yi and shouting loudly.

"Su Yi, what are you still defending? The Saint Lord and the Great Saint Son were buried in the formation. Do you still want to push everything on them? The Holy Mountain is irreconcilable with you. Today I will smash you to pieces!"

As he finished speaking, the Holy Fire's eyes fluctuated continuously, and a terrifying aura came to Zhou Kong again. The elders behind him, including the elders of the Five Saints Sect, were all deeply saddened. The aura of the Holy King wrapped in his palms was domineering and majestic, and there was a sense of death that condensed on it.

The sky shook, and the energy of destruction instantly set off a terrifying aura. Duanmu Xiaoman shouted in a low voice: "People from the Holy Mountain, do you think there is no one in the Heavenly Palace?"

"Will there be no one in my Divine Sword Sect?"

In an instant, hundreds of figures rushed behind Su Yi like big birds in everyone's eyes, including the Heavenly Palace, the Divine Sword Sect, and the Aristocratic Family. Each of them had no fear on their faces and their eyes were calm.

The breath was overwhelming, and the violent soul energy instantly covered the death intentions of the elders. Lan Hualian's pupils flashed and she took a step forward.

"Holy Fire, are you so anxious to provoke trouble? Are you eager to destroy Su Yi's mouth?" Lan Hualian looked at the Holy Fire and said coldly.

"Lan Xian Gu, what does this mean? I am not afraid of a little bastard at Holy Mountain!" Shenghuo laughed dryly. Facing Lan Xian Lian, he felt a kind of pressure from the presence of the Heavenly King in his heart, and his eyes trembled and trembled a little.

"If you haven't figured out what the situation is inside the formation, you are in a hurry to kill. This motive is a bit suspicious!"

The Holy Fire looked at Su Yi, and his hatred was still surging, and he said, "The Holy Mountain Master is in chaos because of this bastard today. The Great Sage and the Holy Lord died one after another. This is the Great Sorrow of the Holy Mountain! The Great Sorrow of the Unprecedented Great Sorrow, I think it is better not to care about the Fairy and the Sword Alliance disciples!"

"In addition, if the goddess wants to take care of it, the Holy Mountain will still be with her. This is the Holy Mountain, not the Heavenly Palace. Anyone who dares to interfere in the Holy Mountain will not be afraid of the holy mountain!"

After the words came, millions of disciples walked out of the green mountains, and black shadows filled the mountain, covering the Holy Martial Arts Hall in a flash.

The head of the Holy Fire, his face was even colder and his eyes were extremely murderous intent!

In the air, a large area of ​​black covering the sky and the sun was covered, and the murderous intent was like a rolling wave, instantly covering the entire Holy Martial Arts Hall!

The rolling golden murderous intent covers the sky and spreads, and the auspicious clouds of the entire holy mountain dissipates, and the murderous intent reaches the sky!

The Holy Fire stood in front, with a sneer on her face, as if she was ready. If the Goddess of Heaven wanted to help, they would destroy it together!

"You grandma's old man, are you looking for a fight!" Duanmu Qingtian shook his long sleeves, and the murderous intent suddenly became strong inside his sleeves.

The terrifying aura in the air was endless. Su Yi winked at Duanmu Xiaoman and said in a deep voice: "It is not advisable to bring Senior Qingtian back, so I can solve the matter here myself!"

Hearing this, Duanmu Xiaoman looked back at Su Yi under the golden light, and his moon eyebrows were bent lightly.

The two looked at each other, but Su Yi was extremely firm. Then Duanmu Xiaoman's cold voice fell faintly: "Okay, please pay attention to it yourself."

After saying that, Duanmu Xiaoman's eyes were like ice diamonds, arrogant and lonely, and cold said: "All the people in the Heavenly Palace, retreat!"

"This..." Long Poshan's princes and elders were confused. Didn't the Heavenly Palace come to support Su Yi? Why did you retreat again at this moment?
Chapter completed!