The eight saints arrived.

Guard all directions separately.

They are sacred and magnificent.

But the black and red doom tight hoop on the top of the head is particularly conspicuous.

"My friend, aren't you our Qianyuan monk, right?" The Great Sage Guishou smiled and looked kind-hearted, but in fact he was a cruel and cold-blooded saint.

"That's right!"

Qin Li said lightly.

He was trying to hide his identity.

"Can it come from the Buddha's great world?"

"That's an ancient force, witnessing the rise and fall of the Three Emperors."

"It is said that the Western Paradise that entrenches the Buddha Realm, after twenty-eight Buddha emperors, is even more exaggerated than the immortal realm of the feather."

Yuanzheng exclaimed: "Is he the son of the Buddha in the West or the disciple of the Buddha Emperor in Lingshan? In this way, such shocking world can be explained."

There were constant exclamations.

"So it's a Buddhist son from outside the territory!"

"That's not a member of the Golden Age."

All the geniuses became alive and made excuses:

"After all, it's the Western Paradise, and it's normal for us to be unable to compare!"

Qin Li smiled but said nothing.

He is still more concerned about the heavenly tribulation.

The eighth catastrophe has begun, and the birth of Zhoutian thunder soldiers has been completed.

Three hundred and sixty-five masters, amethyst, and also gave birth to human-shaped thunder spirits. They are all masters of weapons and have sharp moves.

"A young man!"

The Red Elephant Saint relies on his seniority to be a veteran:

"The Taichu Immortal Sword does not belong to you, please come back."

Qin Li shook his head: "The immortal sword recognizes me as the master, what does it have to do with you!"

Saint Mo Lin snorted coldly: "This is our Qianyuan treasure. It's not your turn to be an outsider to control it. Come back quickly, otherwise..."

He didn't finish speaking.

But the eight great saints have bad eyes.

Pressing step by step, the holy power brewed, and the threat was obvious.

Qin Hao and Qin Taxue's face turned pale. They thought that the saints had no desires and no desires, but they did not expect to practice their own identity for the sake of the fairy sword.

Qin Li was calm.

As early as the copper plague.

He understood the nature of these people.

"Why didn't the Great Sage of Jiuxuan come here?"

The Great Sage of Guishou shook his head: "He claims to be noble and independent."

The saint of Red Elephant mocked: "The bullshit aloofness, the moment he drank the blood of the immortal, he had already embarked on the wrong path and wanted to repent."

Qin Li suddenly realized that the Great Saint of Jiuxuan had good thoughts, but unfortunately, the situation forced him to go on the wrong path. When he woke up, he had no chance to repent.

There is no need to be merciful, it is his retribution.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The Red Elephant Saint is impatient:

"If you don't hand over the fairy sword, don't blame us for being ruthless."

Qin Li couldn't help but sigh and said, "As a saint of Qianyuan, he was willing to fall into depravity. How do you face the ancient emperor and all kinds of holy mahatma?"

The Red Elephant Saint laughed loudly and said, "The Emperor has passed away long ago..."

Click!

A crisp sound.

It came too suddenly.

Everyone looked over.

A crack appeared on the fifty emperor monument.

The cracks continued to widen, and eventually the imperial stele collapsed.

"The imperial monument is broken!"

"Did I read it wrong?"

"This is the relics of Emperor Qianyuan!"

"Standing for countless years, blessings from all the emperors!"

All monks of Qianyuan are going crazy. This is the supreme divine object and has great significance. Now it is broken, it is a sign of great danger.

Some monks speculated: "Is it really that the Eight Holy Ones are shameless, which leads the Emperor to appear, break the Emperor's Monument, and angers him in his lower body."

"nonsense!"

The Eight Saints all shouted angrily.

They can't bear this infamy.

"How can we anger our ancestors when we serve Qianyuan?"

"It must be this guy who has tampered with it!"

"I'm going to chop him alive!"

boom!

The Holy Wild Explosion.

The eight great saints were furious.

Each showed his murderous intent, which shocked the world.

Even if it is suppressed by the merit system, it is still far ahead of the king.

Various holy powers filled the void and imprisoned Qin Li in it, trying to crush it.

"Why!"

Qin Li sighed.

When I looked up, I saw Zhou Tian Lei Soldier:

"I don't have time to pay attention to you, so I'll let my ancestors teach you a lesson."

"You guy is so nonsense."

The Red Elephant Saint came out.

Qin Li held the sword.

call out!

Slashed down.

There is no law of immortal light.

There is even less chaotic murderous intent.

Only the mighty emperor's power swept out.

The phantom of the forty-nine emperors actually appeared.

They are all peerless figures who hold the sun and the moon in their hands and have the power to Qianyuan.

Emperor Qianyuan, Emperor Kunpeng, Emperor Taiyi, Emperor Taixuan, Emperor Peacock, Emperor Chunyang, Emperor Chunyin, Emperor Yuxu...

"How is that possible?"

"How did he do it!"

"You can actually call on the Emperor's heroic spirit!"

The Eight Saints were so scared that they almost knelt down.

The Great Sage of Guishou had a deep concentration, calmed down and saw the way:

"I understand that the Immortal Sword has absorbed the mark of the Emperor's Monument. From then on, the Taichu Immortal Sword is the Emperor's Monument, which can call the Emperor's Phantom to fight."

He said it was right.

But the real reason is that Qin Li once obtained the mark of the forty-nine emperors and injected it into the fairy sword.

As a result, the sword was inserted into the Emperor's Monument for 28 years, and the same origin attracted each other and grew one piece.

"Snatch this sword!"

"It is never allowed to be taken away!"

The eight saints were crazy and wanted to seize the sword.
To be continued...