Mr. Sang is disconnected.

Xu Xiaoshou threw this thought to Dao Qiongcang, and when he got a "yes" reply, he understood.

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon is obviously not the only one to appear.

Before anyone could think too much, a force emerged from the island stuck in the sky.

"Plop..."

This familiar strange sound makes people's hearts throb.

But it's not Jinzhao Baiyan, it's not from Shouye, it's sleeveless.

But following the sound, a sea of ​​white flames filled the sky, and out of the vastness, an embarrassed saint with shackled hands and feet walked up.

He was in human form, and his face could not be seen clearly. He seemed to be old. He was wearing a Dead Sea prison uniform that was very familiar to everyone in the five regions, but it was burned to tatters.

When he walked out of the sea of ​​fire, the vision of the fire domain suddenly collapsed, and all the power gathered in one finger, which was pointed by the old man of the Holy Emperor on Wu Xiu's eyebrows.

"Plop-"

The holy slave has no sleeves, and his body is instantly ablaze with white flames.

If outsiders were like this, they would probably be in pain right now.

But it was as if he had injected soul and vitality into it, and all the energy was getting warmer.

Seeing this, Xu Xiaoshou stopped conveying the life energy.

"Ancestor Jinzhao!"

"The Ancestor of All Ancestors, the Ancestor Jinzhao."

"It is said that he was born out of the ancestral tree, the tree of the sky, and used the embers to illuminate the hell fire to become a holy emperor. It is compatible with all kinds of heavenly fire and can burn Taoism, spiritual life and longevity."

Another Holy Emperor!

The five regions felt only earthquakes.

Is the sky about to fall? How come in this world where Taixu is the most powerful and semi-saints are capped, so many holy emperors who had previously been unknown appeared suddenly, but now it sounds like they really existed in the past?

Feng Zhongzui was not given more time to explain.

As soon as he finished speaking, another figure slowly emerged from behind Saint Slave Wu Xiu.

This person's body is even more illusory. At a glance, he can't see anyone at all. He can only sense a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

But behind him were seven blood trees, with their roots clinging to his back, as if they were anchoring an illusory existence that should have faded away.

Zui Zhong’s voice was already trembling a little in the wind:

"Emperor Qishu..."

"Ancestral tree, blood tree, the spirit of this world?"

Of the nine great ancestral trees, not many of them take the lead in battle.

There is no need to explain too much about Jiuji Gui, Longxing and other salted fish.

In fact, even Bailiu, the head god of the ancestral tree, has never integrated the status of the Holy Emperor in terms of combat power and achieved the status of the Holy Emperor.

God Worshiping Willow is famous for its guile, its reputation for worship, and its expertise in the ways of attracting and guiding spirits.

But when it comes to putting aside external assistance and the blessing of reputation, we can truly fight head-on.

There is no doubt that one on one, among the ancestral trees, there is no tree that can bleed the tree, Sisal is the best.

Feng Zhongzui lowered his voice and trembled:

"I heard that the Seven Tree Emperor is good at guiding, or that the Blood Tree is good at guiding."

"At its peak, it almost annexed the other eight ancestral trees. Fortunately, the ancestors took action..."

"But it seems to be one of the causes of the ancestor's demonization? Huh?"

This is terrible!

After Feng Zhongzui listened to what his old family master said, he didn't even know whether what he was interpreting now would involve any cause and effect.

But the words of the old patriarch haven't stopped yet, so he can only bite the bullet, talk about the seemingly confused things in the past, and string them together:

"The Blood World Pearl, which was conferred the title of Half-Saint by the Five Deceased Heavenly Beings, is suspected to have come from the hands of Emperor Qishu?"

"One of the nine forbidden areas on the outer island of Void Island, the 'Blood Realm', once ran out of a ghost beast here and possessed Liu Changqing, a member of the First Floor in the Sky."

"The ghost beast named 'Ancestor Wu Ji' is actually Xuan Wuji, who cultivates heavenly mechanics under Emperor Qishu?"

"Is this also the battle between the Inorganic Ancestor and the Saint Slave Water Ghost that started the battle on the Void Island?"

What level of guidance is this?

The more Feng Zhongzui talked, the more frightened he became. He had never considered the start of the Void Island battle from this perspective.

In his eyes.

In the eyes of the people of the Five Realms.

The Void Island is a chance, a sudden drop from the sky, giving the five realms spiritual refiners a chance to create something.

Someone is fighting inside because they have interests involved and want more, so they seize the road, that's all.

But it turns out...

Is it also a conspiracy?

Was it jointly created by the Holy Slave and the Holy Emperor Ghost Beast of the Void Island? It was a situation that started from the battle of the Royal City and targeted the cutting-edge combat power of the Holy Temple?

There is no conspiracy, no chess game, it is a thing of the past.

After Emperor Qishu appeared, he was also a phantom, and also not his true form.

He also poured a force into Saint Slave Wuxiu.

"laugh……"

At this moment, Sang Lao's sleeveless and red body was scorched, and there was faint vitality gathering in his cracked skin.

Although I still can’t make ends meet...

"Two of the three ancestors of the White Veins have appeared. Where is the Bluestone of the Divine Prison?"

As soon as Feng Zhongzui finished speaking, a blue chain shot out from the corner of the Void Island city wall.

Bang.

The chain penetrated the sleeveless chest of the holy slave, and also poured power into it.

"God's Prison Bluestone!"

The wind was drunk and aroused, and it aroused 12% of enthusiasm.

But after waiting for a while, there was no voice from the old master, and he became anxious:

"God's Prison Bluestone!"

Still no sound.

Feng Zhongzui thought he was not passionate enough, so he cried out in pain:

"The Third Ancestor of White Veins, the Blue Stone of Divine Prison!"

"Now! We see! The Divine Prison Bluestone... shoots out a chain!"

Come on.

Information, come on.

Drunk in the wind but anxious.

Why did the old master lose his chain at the critical moment? Was your chain stolen by the Divine Prison Bluestone?

"..."

There is no sound.

Feng Zhongzui realized something.

The Yifeng family, as big as this, knows nothing about the Divine Prison Bluestone?

Of course this cannot be shown. Feng Zhongzui’s mind was spinning so fast that he immediately changed his words:

"Holy Emperor!"

"Four Holy Emperors!"

"The Eighth Sword Immortal issued an order and actually summoned the incarnations of the thoughts of the four Holy Emperors. Is this the influence of the Black and White Dual Veins?"

Fengzhong Zuigu gulped and said:

"Then they..."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The Third Ancestor of Baimai instilled power into Wu Xiu.
To be continued...