Five years later, Huntian Lake in the Northern Territory

For more than 100,000 years, this place was originally a vast expanse of mountains and ridges, with majestic terrain and rising dragon veins. It was a dangerous place known far and wide. However, when the ancient royal family was born more than ten years ago, it was completely swallowed up by a huge lake.

This is an innate lake shrouded in chaotic energy, with a length and width of more than 100,000 miles. It is filled with rays of light and filled with holy energy. It is difficult for the entire lake to make waves, giving people a feeling as heavy and stagnant as mercury.

"Woo!"

Occasionally, an ancient holy fish dragon will reveal its island-like back in the lake and make a roar like a dragon and a whale. The aura on its body is enough to make many holy places tremble. All of them are at the level of cultivation of high-level saints or even holy kings.

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This is the land of the Huntian Clan, one of the ten most powerful royal families in the ancient times. Although this clan has never produced an ancient emperor, it has produced more than two or three quasi-emperors. There are several quasi-emperor divine weapons suppressed in the Huntian Lake.

Incomparably powerful and long-standing.

The fog was shrouded and the lake was waveless. There was a small boat floating quietly on it, seemingly aimless, but it could still be seen that it was extraordinary. The several holy-level Kunyu Dragon Whales in the water all ignored the small boat.

Looking closer, there were flickering figures on the small boat, and there was smoke curling from the cooking pot. A tall figure who looked like a god and a devil was sitting there, with a pot of divine tea boiling in front of him, and the tea in it was boiling.

There were several figures sitting around him, some were male and some were female, with different shapes and forms, but they all exuded an extremely powerful aura. Each one of them was a semi-saint strong man, and they should not be underestimated.

"Everyone, we say goodbye in ancient times. Hundreds of thousands of years have passed. I didn't expect that our old rivals of this generation could meet again. I'm so happy!" The tall and burly man from the Huntian tribe, who was like a god and a demon, expressed his gratitude to the five people present.

The six strong men poured a cup of tea and spoke.

"Huh huh huh! It's indeed an ancient parting. It's only been more than ten years since I was born from the divine source. We are still semi-saints, but you can be called the ancestor king. It's really amazing."

An envious male voice sounded, and everyone looked at it. The man was in human form, but there was a pair of blood-colored sky wings behind him. He came from the Blood Phoenix royal family, and was definitely the best among the semi-saints.

"I really didn't expect that back then, your Huntian clan Qi Mie was not the strongest among us, but he was the first to become a saint. And it is really enviable to become a saint in this world." Another person's eyes were lingering.

The Baimang woman spoke. She was extremely beautiful and came from the First Royal Clan, and her aura was not weaker than that of the Blood Phoenix Clan member.

Several other powerful semi-saints from the Tianlu Clan, Shencan Clan and other ethnic groups also spoke up and expressed their congratulations to the newly promoted ancestral king of the Huntian Clan.

Including the man from the Huntian clan named Qi Mie, these people are all half-saints of the same generation. They are all about a hundred years old, and they are all sure of becoming saints. They come from all the major royal families in ancient times, and all the major royal families must pay attention to them.

They have known each other since ancient times. Now that someone has become a saint, they gather together to reminisce about the past.

They couldn't help but be envious. Today's Dao practice environment is completely different from that in ancient times. The Dao has disappeared and practice is difficult. If you can become a saint in such a world, you will be worthy of being called a great saint.

"It's just luck. I met Prince Taiyin by chance the year before last when I was traveling. His Highness saw that I was from the Huntian clan, so he gave me some advice, and then I passed the holy tribulation." The face of the newly promoted Ancestral King of Qi Mie.

The upper part is densely covered with magic patterns, like a magic mountain. It has just been broken through, and it is not much worse than Qi'a, who is in the fourth heaven of the saints. He said with a smile.

"Don't your clan have a grudge against the prince of the human race? I remember that the ancestor king who was defeated by the human prince was your cousin?" The beautiful woman from the first royal clan raised her eyebrows slightly and asked.

Hearing this, King Qi Mie's expression turned slightly serious: "No one wants to be at odds with an ancient prince. The grudges between our clan and the human prince have long been washed away. His Highness also gave advice after hearing that I was a blood relative of Qi'a's cousin.

mine."

"It's a blessing in disguise that I got the noble man's advice. Such a great saint, Qi Mie, may become the powerful saint of the Huntian royal family in the future." The strong man from the Shencan Clan sighed, and he exuded a faint silver color.

Light is the branch of the Silver Silkworm in the Divine Silkworm Clan.

"Speaking of the prince at the forefront, where has His Highness reached now? Why do you respect him so much, Qi Mie?" the beautiful half-saint woman from the First Royal Family asked again.

"...The human prince's strength...is completely beyond the imagination of our group. I am afraid that there are not many strong semi-saints in the entire universe who can compete with him." This new ancestor of the Huntian clan

Wang was silent for a long time before he sighed.

He waved his hand, and a strange pen-shaped magic weapon appeared in his hand. There was a deep scar on the pen barrel, which exuded a terrifying cyan light. The half-saints present felt as if they were about to turn away after just one look.

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"After I became a saint, I recast my natal weapon with the help of the divine materials from my clan, and then I went to the human race's divine city to find His Highness to taste it. During the fight, he used a supreme magical power to condense a Dao-transforming Tiange. One strike almost missed the target.

Chop me to death." King Qi Miezu sighed.

As soon as these words came out, all the half-saints changed their colors. The material of this pen is an absolute holy material. It is more than enough to cast a holy king's weapon. It is also infused with the holy law of enlightenment and destruction. It is an absolute heirloom.

A holy soldier can last for a hundred thousand years without decay.

"Is it possible for a semi-saint to chop a real saint's real weapon into this with a single blow? It's simply... a fantasy!" The strong man from the Blood Phoenix Royal Family gently touched the scar on the holy pen.

, the green light flashed, causing the fire of transformation to rise, and he was so frightened that he immediately retracted his hand.

"You have to know that five or six years ago, His Highness the Human Prince was able to fight alone against my cousin, who is in the fourth level of Sainthood, before he became a semi-saint. Now that he has reached this level, it is not surprising at all." Qi Mie said.

"I'm afraid only a peak saint can find out what His Highness is. If you give him a holy weapon casually, it will be difficult for a peak saint to defeat him easily." Silver Silkworm Semi-Saint of the Divine Silkworm Clan.

"Then why is such a supreme and powerful prince still at the semi-saint level?" asked the beautiful woman from the First Royal Family.

"The Great Sage who emerged from our clan a few years ago once looked at the Human Prince from a distance. His Highness has already been able to advance to the level of Saint, but he seems to have a more lofty goal in mind and has forcibly suppressed his own realm."

Qi Mie sighed.

"Have you been able to become a saint a long time ago? Is the Human Prince fifty years old now?" This sentence made the half-saints of the ancient tribes present couldn't help but be surprised.

"No, I'm only in my forties. It's a pity that we have wasted a hundred years. Now we have only had the idea of ​​becoming a saint, but others are planning the future after becoming a saint." The woman from the First Royal Family couldn't help but laugh at herself, gently

He leaned on the boat, scooped up a handful of the sacred water from Huntian Lake with his hands, and sprinkled it high into the sky.

"We are fighting for our lives, and others are fighting for the throne. Ever since I saw the talent of our supreme prince, I am convinced. There is no comparison at all." The young man from the Blood Phoenix Royal Family was slightly shocked.
Chapter completed!