Chapter 1627： The Great Sage was born in Kunlun now! (2/2)
His father is the Heavenly King of Zhou, the Holy Master!
Lin Tinghe looked at Su Han and then at the Nanhua Saint, only feeling the hairy.
Human race, slaughtered a great saint!
This is what the Taoism of today cannot do.
The Taoist Xuantian Master really confronted Song Yu, and the odds of winning were not even one or two in Chengdu!
I thought that the Taoist race was indeed much stronger than the Human race, but after today, Lin Tinghe's last sense of superiority disappeared!
”He is really the South China Saint of the Human Race? Isn't he a fake?”
Xing Buqi gasped in his heart.
Zuo Chuan and the others were also in shock. After regaining consciousness, they glanced at Su Han for the first time.
The other party is also from Beicang Mountain...
”What a powerful saint authority.”
There was a solemn color in Su Han's eyes.
”This luck is the return of Kunlun to the ruins.”
The sage of Nanhua swept away everyone, and smiled lightly:
”Today I use it to be promoted to the Great Sage. In the future, there will be no more Beicang Mountain in the immortal world, and some will only be Kunlun.”
As soon as the voice fell, the aura in the Nanhua Saint's body continued to surge, and in an instant, it had already overwhelmed the previous Song Yu.
Everyone present was suppressed by this terrifying aura, as if there was a mountain on their backs!
The majestic force of air transport rose to the sky, and washed away the mottled ‘blood stain’ in the sky, replacing it with the golden light!
Stretching for tens of thousands of miles of void!
”A great sage was born?”
”A great sage has just fallen, and a great sage was born, is it such a coincidence?”
The strong from all sides are dumbfounded.
The people in Zhou Tian Wang's Mansion were even more shocked. After the Nanhua Sage killed Song Yu, he was promoted to the Great Sage easily in front of them!
”Kunlun returns to the ruins, what kind of saint authority is this!”
”Kunlun Kunlun, will Beicang Mountain change its name in the future?”
”Sage of South China, you kill Song Yu's elder son, don't want to leave this place alive today!”
The voice of the Ancestor Yuanshen sounded in vain.
His expression was panicked, with a hint of sternness.
After he reminded him, the powerhouses in Zhou Tian Wang's Mansion stood up one after another, looking at the Nanhua Saint in anger!
”There is also a personal grievance between you and me.”
The Nanhua Saint looked at the ancestor Yuanshen and smiled softly.
Ancestor Yuanshen felt that his life was threatened. As soon as he wanted to do something, a blood hole appeared in the center of his eyebrows.
Like Song Yu, the body of the ancestor Yuanshen continued to collapse and fell.
The only difference is that he is only a saint, and the vision after his fall is not strong. Only the people of Zhoutian King City can see the two strong men who are in charge of the fortune have fallen continuously here!
”Cow pen...”
Su Han couldn't help but patted his thigh gently.
The protoss present were horrified.
Ancestor Yuanshen has fallen?
The gods of their ancestral temple fell like this?
Whether it was the Protoss who came here, or the angels brought by the ancestors, at this moment, they became a little at a loss!
Why can human race slaughter the **** race easily?
In their minds, Human Race is like a pig, dog, cow, and sheep!
”The generation who has forgotten their ancestors has died in vain.”
Quite a few saints thought secretly in their hearts, but they wouldn't just say it stupidly. That would only offend the **** king of the Protoss.
After the Nanhua Saint killed the ancestor Yuanshen, he did not leave.
Still standing calmly in place.
In the eyes of the sage, this is already an invincible and terrifying powerhouse.
Under the sage, perhaps he can't notice anything, but the sages present can feel the terrifying aura of the Nanhua sage far beyond Song Yu. This also means that although the South China Saints have just been promoted, their cultivation base is afraid that they are already top-notch among the Great Saints!