"Who dares to break into the eight tribes' important land?" Yasha and Garula, who were guarding the eight tribes' holy mountains, saw that a foreign tribe was walking towards the holy mountains, and immediately scolded loudly.

The man looked like a man in his thirties, but he had white hair and white clothes, and was as good as snow. He walked step by step, and was obviously walking on the earth, but he gave people the feeling of walking in the clouds.

It seemed as if under his feet was no longer the dirty earth, but the filthy white clouds.

The man did not answer and still walked step by step.

Yasha and Garulo were immediately furious. Those who could be sent to guard the Holy Mountain were both the best among the eight tribes. They could be said to be the sweet son of the heavens, but they had never been so despised.

They burst out with fear-level power, attacking the man in white from left to right.

The man in white continued to walk forward as if he had not seen them, but Yasha and Garula who arrived in front of the man in white screamed and flew up.

It seemed as if invisible sword intent flashed by, cutting their power and their bodies into pieces, turning them into blood rain all over the sky.

The white-haired man seemed to have nothing happened before. He stepped on the stone steps of the holy mountain. Where he stood was clean and flawless, but behind him was covered with yellow sand stained with blood.

The screams of Yasha and Garula before their deaths have alarmed the eight tribes on the mountain. Many of the eight tribes rushed down from the mountain and saw the blood on the ground and the white-haired man climbing the mountain, they were all furious.

Many irritable Shura and Yasha had already killed the white-haired man, and the sky was filled with strange lights, as if countless stars were falling and hit the white-haired man.

The white-haired man didn't even raise his eyelids, but still walked straight up the stone steps.

The eight tribes who rushed towards him were all strangled by invisible sword intent, swords, swords, guns, musical instruments, etc., and various broken weapons and broken weapons flew with flesh and blood.

Wherever the white-haired man passed, no eight tribes could leave alive.

On the huge holy mountain, tens of thousands of people from the eight tribes gathered, but no one dared to approach the white-haired man.

Every time the white-haired man took a step, the eight tribes all over the sky would retreat involuntarily, and no one dared to compete with him.

"My eight tribes have always had good friends with the immortals. As a member of the immortals, why do you want to massacre the creatures of the eight tribes? Is the immortals going to violate the original agreement of different dimensions?" A Gandharva, who was dancing like an immortal, was floating in the air, staring at the white-haired man who was going up the mountain and questioned.

The immortal man ignored her and still walked up the mountain on his own, as if he was a deaf person.

"I'm talking to you, haven't you heard it? I'm the king of Gandharvas. If you have something to do, tell me, if you have nothing to do, take another step forward, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." Gandharva's face turned cold, and she stared at the immortal man with her pipa in her arms and said.

The immortal man ignored it and continued to move forward.

The Gandharva suddenly became furious and flicked her fingers on the strings. The sensational music turned into an invisible murderous intent and wrapped around the body of the immortal man.

Crack! Crack!

I could not see the sword light or hear the sound of the sword energy, but there was an invisible power to crush the music, and all the strings of the pipa in the hand of Gandharva broke off at the same time.

Gandharva was shocked and it was too late to retreat. She had already felt that a terrifying sword intent came, and maybe the next second, she would be in a different place.

As the king of Gandharva, she is still a powerful person at the level of natural disasters. She never expected that the other party would force her to such a point without even moving her hands.

A dragon roar resounded throughout the clouds, and the dragon energy like a waterfall hanged down from the top of the holy mountain, coiling around the body of the King of Gandharva, as if it was colliding with some magical weapon, and the dragon energy was broken in an instant.

Fortunately, the sword intent had disappeared, and the King of Gandharva hurriedly retreated and distanced himself from the man of the immortal clan.

Among the eight tribes, except for the kings of the two tribes, the other six kings have appeared, blocking the way for the immortal men, and seemingly wanting to take him down.

Tens of thousands of people of eight tribes had gathered here, surrounded by water from all directions, and they were holding weapons in their hands, pointing all at the immortal man.

Tens of thousands of eight kings and six natural disaster-level kings seemed to be non-existent in the eyes of the immortal man. He was still moving forward, and his eyes were always staring at a figure standing at the end of the steps.

When the six kings saw him in this way, they were all furious and prepared to kill him here.

"Let him come up." The voice came from the end of the stone steps. The person standing there was Wang Mingyuan, who had already become the Dragon King. He was the one who saved Gandatta with the dragon energy just now.

After hearing Wang Mingyuan's words, the six kings had to order their troops to retreat and give way.

But tens of thousands of people were surrounded by eight tribes, and there were everywhere in the sky and underground. If it were ordinary people, they would have been scared.

The immortal man was unaware of anything and walked step by step towards the end of the stone steps.

"Why are you here?" Wang Mingyuan asked when the immortal man walked to Wang Mingyuan's closest place.

The man from the immortal tribe ignored him and walked over to him. His fluttering white hair almost brushed against Wang Mingyuan's face.

Wang Mingyuan stood there, watching the immortal man walk into the temple, and then sat down on the main seat of the temple.

It was originally the position of the Lord of the Eight Tribes. Even Di Tian, ​​who was the leader of the Eight Tribes, was not qualified to sit. Now Wang Mingyuan is just sitting in the deputy position. Only when the king of the upper tribes whom the Eight Tribes rely on is qualified to sit in that position.

Seeing that the immortal man was sitting in that position, the eight tribes, whether kings or ordinary members, were all about to rush into the hall and kill the immortal man, but Wang Mingyuan reached out to stop him.

"What do you want to do?" Wang Mingyuan asked, looking at the immortal man sitting high on the treasure platform.

"From today, the eight tribes have been sealed off for three years. No eight tribes are allowed to leave a step away. Those who violate it will be killed." The man from the immortal clan condescendingly and looked down at His Highness Wang Mingyuan continued: "In the past, Bodhidharma had faced the wall for nine years, and finally realized some truths. You don't need to face the wall, just stand there for nine years to reflect on yourself. No matter how stupid the talent is, you should be able to understand some truths."

"Why are you?" The eight tribes were furious, and the Yasha King asked. The masses were angry for a moment, and the eight tribes could not help but want to rush into the hall.

As the battle was about to break out, a ball of golden light broke through the air.

"Venerable...he..." The golden light fell to the ground, and there was a Buddha with golden light. The Yasha King and others rushed forward to salute. Before they could say anything, they were interrupted by the Buddha.

The Buddha walked to the immortal man, folded his hands together, bent down slightly and bowed and said, "Sword Immortal, please do not get angry. From today on, the eight tribes will be blocked for three years, and the Dragon King will reflect on himself for nine years, and will not move a step. What are your requirements?"

"My disciples from the Sword Immortal lineage cannot die in vain. Those who kill him must pay their lives." As the man spoke, his eyes kept looking at Wang Mingyuan standing there. He knew that Jiang Yan was Wang Mingyuan's disciple.
Chapter completed!