As soon as the words fell, Duanmu Xiongtu shouted loudly, and the audience was even more frightened, and countless solemn eyes looked at Su Yi and Xue Honglou!

Can both of these two people successfully enter the formation? Although Yuchi Changfeng is mean, it is also true.

A person who has never been nourished by the aura of the Saint King, and is not only a person who is not a Holy Mountain, but is still an enemy at all. If he can't even enter, the Holy Mountain Competition will only belong to Yuchi Changfeng!

No wonder Yuchi Changfeng is so excited. It can be said that the Holy Mountain Competition is nothing unexpected and is already a one-man show for the Great Sage!

The anger and hatred were vented at this moment. Xue Honglou glanced at Su Yi beside him, his eyes as deep as thousands of stars.

"I want to see you in the formation! I'll go in first!" Xue Honglou whispered, as if he was a war book.

"Hulala!"

The handprints were formed like lightning, and the vitality of Xuehonglou was surging. From the thousands of peaks of the mountains, golden light shone!

In the vast sky, the Holy Martial Hall is filled with divine clouds, and the sound of wind and thunder turns into rolling sound waves. From a distance, it looks like the interweaving of divine chains. The ancient aura is like crossing time and space, as if people return to ancient times!

Standing in front of the Holy Martial Hall, Yuchi Changfeng's eyes were secretly shocked, and there was a light pounding in his magnificent eyes. Then, everyone present held the tiger's roar.

My eyes were frozen, afraid that I had missed something!

Before half a breath had passed, a roar of even more piercing clouds and cracking stones resounded throughout the world, and in the next second it could cover all the sound waves!

Soon, I looked at the scene in shock and saw a phantom like a saint king from the holy weapon above the Holy Martial Arts!

In an instant, everyone's eyes were staring like copper bells, and the elders, warriors and strong men present began to tremble to varying degrees!

"That's the phantom of the Holy King!" Unparalleled shock appeared in Duanmu Xiongtu's dazzling pupils!

At the same time, Yuchi Changfeng, the Holy Fire Elder and others looked at the world in disbelief. With all their eyes, endless golden dazzling lights exploded into the world.

The sacred light was densely covered with divine glow, and the light was extremely dazzling. Under the thunder, the phantom of the Holy King burst out with a terrifying and amazing aura. Close his eyes tightly, and the holy light shines in the world, as if a god came through the ancient world, and all living beings appeared in front of him like ants.

The scene in front of me was completely sensational, with golden light spreading, almost submerging the entire Holy Martial Hall and the Holy Mountain!

"Oh my God, it's the Holy King! It's the god of my Holy Mountain!"

"The Five Holy Sons are the real Chosen Son of God! There is no doubt about it!"

"My soul hurts so much! Is it the Holy King's absolute suppression?"

The eyes of the whole audience were dull and stared at the strange image of the Saint King in the sky. The auspicious clouds had long been pushed away by the fluctuations. Under the clear sky, the golden light shook the world!

"puff!"

Everyone's heartbeat seemed to have stopped suddenly, and their breathing was difficult. Not only the guests of the Holy Mountain, but also the strong elders of the Holy Mountain, the Five Saint Sons or the Great Saint Sons all knelt on the ground with respect on their faces.

"Aowoo!"

After the phantom of the Holy King came, the monsters were creeping in the mountains, and the low roars resounded throughout the world, and more monsters were also creeping on the ground and trembling!

At this time, the momentum of the entire holy mountain had reached its peak, and a shocked expression appeared on everyone's face.

"Why is the Saint King's aura in Xuehonglou so powerful in the Holy Martial Hall?" Su Yi's eyes trembled slightly. Even though his soul was as powerful as him, he also felt an extremely powerful suppression.

After watching it for a long time, I actually felt like I was trembling and surrendering, let alone other people.

The phantom was like a dream bubble, occupying half of the sky, and the misty aperture never dissipated for a long time. Everyone present put their bodies tightly on the decent and did not dare to look up.

"Hula!"

After activating the Heaven-Driving Art, Su Yi's mysterious light ball also thrilled.

The powerful and vigorous soul pressure invaded the body, and the meridians and blood swelled up in an instant, and it was not until a few breaths later that it barely improved.

"The aura of the Saint King in Xuehonglou is even more pure than that of Yuchi Changfeng! It seems that Xuehonglou's rapid cultivation is not unreasonable!" His eyes were deep, and he fell on Yuchi Changfeng who was still there, and his two dark eyes, like an abyss, shined.

Surrounded by fiery red light, star lights expelled all the aura of the Holy King, and Su Yi's face returned to calm.

Xue Honglou returned from the Chaos Domain, except for participating in the Tianfeng ranking battle, she has been in seclusion. From the fourth level of the Yuan Emperor Realm to the eighth level of the Yuan Emperor Realm, Su Yi has never taken the opponent Xue Honglou lightly.

"How could it be a waste if you can practice to the eighth level of the Yuanhuang Realm by your own strength?" Su Yi's throat slammed, and his sneer was like a long arrow shooting towards Yuchi Changfeng's back.

Yuchi Changfeng, who was thrilled all over his body and came to his senses, looked pale and raised his head. The phantom of the Holy King gradually rose and dissipated like bubbles. The spiritual energy among the clouds surging, and the fairy beasts roared, and the scene of the world!

"Swish!"

Another storm swept through Zhou Tian, ​​and the figure of Xuehonglou floated out like lightning. As soon as it landed, two star-like eyes flashed brightly, and there was a vaguely unusual momentum!

His back was straight, his yellow robe moved with the wind, and his side face flew into his temples as cold and arrogant as a knife. Xue Honglou's eyes were cold and gloomy. He glanced at Yuchi Changfeng faintly and walked forward.

The moment he passed by, Yuchi Changfeng came back to his senses like an electric shock, his eyes were extremely gloomy, and his fiery eyes were churning.

"What kind of conspiracy did you use? It's absolutely impossible! How could your Holy King's aura be more pure than mine?"

The cold face was cold, and a powerful aura arose without anger. Xuehonglou's footsteps were not stopped, his eyes were bright, like a mountain standing in the abyss, and he said coldly.

"Su Yi is right. It is a shame for me to have you as my opponent on the road to the Holy Emperor!"

His body was like lightning, and he quickly returned to the lineup. The elders looked at Xuehonglou like gods, excited, and his old pleated face was full of smiles.

"Su Yi, go in quickly! Remember what I said! My opponent is you!"

Seeing that Xue Honglou no longer regarded himself as an opponent, Yuchi Changfeng's face instantly blushed and his face was terrifyingly ferocious!

The baptism of the innate holy king's aura is impossible to withstand the pure holy king's aura. Yuchi Changfeng looked at the jade ring in his hand, his eyes trembled fiercely, and he stared at the Holy Fire Elder beside him.
Chapter completed!