Thousands of miles away.

A ferocious-looking man in black robe controls a thunder beast and flies through the air.

"If I can kill the Blessed Land Realm Lord and deprive him of his bloodline, maybe my talent can be improved to the next level!"

…

"Sisters, someone is taking the Small Thousand Worlds to ascend, and a blessed land is coming to this world! All the sisters will go with me to seize this blessed land..."

In a sword palace.

A woman stood in the air, and her voice spread in all directions.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Several figures followed closely behind, obviously being persuaded by him.

"Liantong! Are you crazy? If a blessed land comes to this world, some masters from our ancestors will take action. How dare you take part in it!"

A figure in red flew out of the sword palace, trying to stop everyone.

Unexpectedly, Liantong glared at her unkindly and shouted: "Lian Yao! You are about to go to Xingxiu Mountain for a trial. Naturally, you don't care about the opportunity of a blessed land, but we are not you. For the sake of martial arts and to improve your cultivation, we only

I can fight with my life!"

"you……"

Red Lotus jumped to her feet anxiously, but she was too young and too talented, so she had always been ostracized by everyone, and no one listened to her advice.

"Sisters! Let's go!"

Liantong sneered and stood up with his sword.

The other five women followed closely behind.

Lian Yao looked around and saw no other sect seniors stepping forward to stop him, so he couldn't help but stamp his feet in annoyance.

"If master knew about it, he would be very sad..."

Gritting his teeth, Lian Yao rose into the air and chose to follow Liantong and the six others.

She must try to stop them.

These sisters were trapped in the Sword Palace and had no idea how terrifying the ancestor-level powerhouses were.

Maybe they can be invincible at the same level, but when they meet their ancestors or slightly more powerful Martial Lords, they are nothing more than ants.

In Wuzong Realm, trying to fight for a blessed land is simply seeking death...

…

Tianwu Continent.

Seven days have passed.

During these seven days, Chen Qiaoqian, who possessed the Xuanbing spirit body, participated in many battles and fought against the Half-step Martial Emperor and even the Martial Emperor.

After wandering between life and death many times, I finally realized death and entered the Martial Emperor Realm.

With the blessings of heaven and earth, and the mysterious ice body, for Chen Qiaoqian, there is no such thing as a bottleneck.

Not only that.

After entering the Martial Emperor Realm, Xuan Bing's spiritual body initially showed its edge.

Her combat power at this time was actually only slightly weaker than Xiao Jiuer.

Among the second-level Martial Emperors in the Qingtian Realm, no one is Chen Qiaoqian’s opponent.

After some killings, Chen Qiaoqian's eyebrows actually showed a hint of murderous intent.

Ji Xiangtian looked at the three people in the sky, his eyes gradually dimming.

She knew that her road... had come to an end.

She is also considered to be extremely gifted, one of the rare geniuses.

Especially under the guidance of Han Yang, he devoured the soul fragments of the Martial Emperors who died in the past few days, and even the powerful Martial Sect masters, and was quickly promoted to the Martial Emperor realm.

But she understands that her potential is far inferior to zombie Xiao Jiuer and Xuanbing spirit Chen Qiaoqian.

After all, he couldn't keep up with his master Han Yang.

Therefore, after being promoted to Martial Emperor, she did not even take the initiative to participate in the battle. She just looked at the white figure in the sky from a distance.

Perhaps, in the near future, they will be separated.

I am no longer worthy of being with my master Han Yang...

…

Boom!

A roaring sound sounded, and a huge flying boat appeared in the sky above Tianwu Continent.

On the bow of the airship, there was a middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his hands, his eyes indifferent.

Between this person's eyebrows, a lightning mark shines brightly.

The way he moved his hands and feet seemed to carry the power of thunder.

Wu Zun.

Seven days after the birth of Tianwu Blessed Land, finally, a powerful enemy of Martial Lord arrived.

Both Chen Qiaoqian and Xiao Jiuer could not help but feel the power of the visitor.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Eight figures flew out from the flying boat, each one a powerful figure from the Martial Sect.

"Jinglei Sect, Venerable Chilei has arrived, and everyone in the blessed land has not knelt down to greet him!"

A martial arts master commanded and spoke in a proud tone.

As a result, Han Yang and the three of them were completely indifferent, not even raising their eyebrows.

"Bold, you are looking for...looking for...looking for death..."

Everything this Wuzong said stuck in his throat.

Because, he saw the towering mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood at Han Yang's feet.

The owner of Hunyuan Valley.

The master of the True Fire Academy.

Xueyan Temple’s Master Xuesha.

Wolf King Island Wolf King.

Eight-armed Arhat in Luohan Pavilion.

…

Every corpse is a strong person at the Wuzong level.

Many of them are people he is familiar with and can be regarded as the leaders of famous sects.

There are several people who are much stronger than him in terms of strength.

But now, it's just a cold corpse on top of a mountain of piled corpses.

For a moment, this person didn't know how to speak, so that he could express a few threatening words with some momentum.

"waste!"

Lord Chilei glanced at this guy indifferently, stood up and stood in front of Han Yang and the others, and said calmly: "Young man, you... are very strong!"

Han Yang was in a daze, as if he didn't realize his arrival.

Lord Chilei did not feel dissatisfied and continued: "But no matter how strong you are, you can't keep this blessed land..."

Han Yang looked behind him, smiled softly and said, "You also want to occupy my blessed land? The corpses under my feet are all what you want."

"Oh……"

Lord Chilei chuckled and said: "My Lord is not one of those short-sighted fools who are blinded by greed. I am not qualified to occupy this blessed land."

"oh?"

A few words suddenly made Han Yang a little surprised.

This is the first person in seven days to say that he is not qualified to occupy Tianwu Blessed Land.

Venerable Chilei said with a warm expression: "Every blessed land is a gift from heaven and earth, a land of treasures. Not to mention that I am just a mere Martial Lord, even the ancestors of various sects can't even think of taking it as their own... only

Only the Seven Holy Lands are qualified to become the owner of the blessed land."

Han Yang smiled for a while.
To be continued...