This time, Jiang Zilin carefully sensed that Emperor Xuan did not have the breath of Xuansheng at all, and even the skills he practiced were not orthodox.

Emperor Xuan did not answer. Now his face was a little panicked and he was about to escape.

Jiang Zilin: "Don't put in the effort."

"In my hands, you can't escape."

"If I was not wrong in guessing, your life span is not much, no wonder you are so impatient. It can be said that you should be a person who existed since the age of a saint. You harmed the descendant of Xuansheng and replaced the other party's identity, right? Unfortunately, you did not obtain Xuansheng's martial arts."

Emperor Xuan's face changed drastically, and Jiang Zilin continued, "Since you were a person from the sainthood, do you know my name?"

"Jiang Zilin." Jiang Zilin said, "My name is Jiang Zilin."

Emperor Xuan was stunned at first, then his face pale: "Jiang Zilin? The last saint?"

Jiang Zilin, the last saint, was a genius who was regretted by countless people. But why is he still there? At the beginning, did not all the saints die?

"It's me."

"you……"

"I'm not dead," said Jiang Zilin. "We should have met before. Below, I have been paying attention to you for a long time. If my strength was not bound at that time, you would have died long ago."

Emperor Xuan gritted his teeth and planned to use the secret method to break through the space here. However, the next moment, he vomited blood and did not move for half a step, and could not help but show fear on his face.

Is this a saint?

He hadn't felt the existence of a saint for too long. It should be said that he had never felt the power of a saint.

During the saint's time, he was just an unknown man, and Jiang Zilin was right, he was not a descendant of Xuansheng.

At that time, the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, all the saints fell and countless masters were seriously injured. Many families and sects died, and those who could stay paid a certain price.

At that time, the only descendant of Xuansheng was left was a little boy from the seventh generation. The boy was seriously injured. He took the opportunity to kill the boy and got the token of Xuansheng. Without obtaining the Xuansheng martial arts, he could only piece it together. Fortunately, because of the saint of Xuansheng's successor, he did not lack resources.

However, his talent is not good, so he can only use the right sect to improve his cultivation. Now it is already the limit. If he does not seek the method of becoming a saint, he will really disappear between the world.

"After you harm Xuan Sheng, I will also help Xuan Sheng avenge today. Xuan Sheng's lineage will not decline." Jiang Zilin was a little lucky now. Those old men insisted on letting him stay to see the inheritance method, otherwise people like Xuan Emperor would really not be able to solve it.

"No, you can't kill me!" Emperor Xuan shouted, still trying to escape, but how could he, a little immortal emperor, resist the pressure from the saint.

Jiang Zilin only needed rules to suppress him, which made him bleeding all over.

"Do you want to use him to practice your hands?" Jiang Zilin suddenly said to Tang Guo, thinking that Emperor Xuan was a very useful whetstone. Emperor Xuan looked painful and angry, and obviously felt humiliated.

Tang Guo refused: "Solve it early, I don't need to practice." The fairy world is more peaceful than she thought. Besides, she has rich combat experience, so it's better to deal with it early to avoid any trouble.

Jiang Zilin nodded: "That's OK."

"Please put him here." Tang Guo took out the soul stone, "not to avoid using methods, no one can solve this thing when he enters."
Chapter completed!