"coming?"

Yellow sand fills the sky, and the wind howls.

His vision blurred for a few times, Kong Tong put down the hand rubbing his eyes, turned back to the bottom of the valley and shouted:

"They're coming!"

There was a sudden rustling around the plaque in the Siming Temple.

Taixu quickly retracted, shrinking into a small circle, everyone's heart was raised high, and they were ready.

The Twelve Saints jumped up one by one and reached the top of the cliff. Their emotions were calm. Someone followed and said:

"several?"

Kong Tong rubbed his eyes again and looked into the yellow sand. He realized that he had seen it right and immediately shouted down:

"Five."

Only five?

Taixu, who was huddled around the plaque, suddenly felt relieved.

They have more than ten semi-saints here, are they afraid of five of their saint slaves?

According to information, there are currently only two saint slaves, namely Cen Qiaofu and Water Ghost.

Just these two people, including Master Shou, and two Taixu, would they dare to come here?

"It's kind of funny."

This really makes people laugh, "Don't they know there are fifteen Half-Saints here?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't laugh anymore, and everyone was silent.

Yes, with the power of the Saint Slave, how could he not know?

Everyone is playing this card openly now, and they definitely have a way to know the situation here.

But with the strength of five people, they still dare to come and charge into the formation. What does this mean?

It shows that they are fearless!

This shows that they believe that with Master Shou holding Huang Qingcang on the left and two pendants on the right, they can destroy the dozen and a half saints here!

"furious!"

"Unruly!"

"But the Holy Slave never does anything that is uncertain, not to mention that there must be a water ghost inside..."

Expecting this, the situation was in chaos.

However, with one side of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the tall and speechless figure standing on the railing at the plaque, letting the wind and rain shake me, and all the Taixu people suddenly felt calm.

What are you afraid of?

This is Dazai Ji!

When Xu Xiaoshou came, he couldn’t eat anything and had to walk around!

…

"Who is Xu Xiaoshou?"

Sand and dust were flying into the sky in the roaring wind, and someone asked anxiously.

For a half-saint, the distance of a thousand miles can only be reached in an instant. Soon, the figures grew from the size of dots to larger ones, and their general outlines could be seen.

Through the haze, Qin Guan bumped Kong Tong's shoulder and frowned: "Why does it seem like there are more than two saints?"

Indeed more than that!

Kong Tong identified it carefully.

Except for the leader who he couldn't see clearly, the four people around him were all semi-saints.

"The one in the middle is Xu Xiaoshou."

As soon as these words came out, the Twelve Saints raised their eyes and looked up.

Then I saw that the young man in black clothes who was leading him was only about twenty years old. He was handsome, handsome and extremely outstanding. He was walking like a dragon and a tiger with great power.

For a few steps, sand and dust flew up, but as a mortal, he looked like the god of war descending from the sky, and the sense of oppression he brought was no less than that of Dazai Ji-sama!

"What's going on with this trend?"

The Twelve Saints were all in awe, and at the same time they noticed the shadow at Xu Xiaoshou's feet.

But he saw that the shadow was that of a normal person, neither big nor small, neither clear nor dark, and had no external manifestation of the power of the God of War at all.

"Look behind him!"

Qin Guan's pupils trembled suddenly. He didn't know what he saw, but he pointed at it from a distance.

Therefore, under the storm, although Xu Xiaoshou was small, as he walked, the outline of a huge giant was faintly outlined in the dust behind him.

"Boom!"

step……

"Boom!"

One more step...

"Boom!"

When the Twelve Saints witnessed these images, they felt that they had been trapped in an illusion and had come to another world. All scenery except the yellow sand storm had disappeared.

The yellow sand giant, whose body was only visible, took one step after another, unhurriedly, but stepped on people's hearts again and again, as if he wanted to trample and crush people's will.

"Such a momentum!"

This coercive force was clearly exerted by the Semi-Saint on ordinary spiritual refiners, but now it was reversed.

Who is this Xu Xiaoshou?

Who are the Twelve Saint Kings?

Isn’t this putting the cart before the horse and going against Tiangang?

"The restricted area ahead, stop anyone coming!"

Kong Tong squirmed and used his skill to get rid of the pressure, squeezed out from the gap, grabbed the spear, and shouted:

"I am Kong Tong, the Spirit-bearing Saint Lord of the Twelve Saint Lords under the command of the War Saint Dazai Ci in the northern region of the Holy Temple. I have given orders to go ahead, and those who commit offenses will be punished with death..."

Oops!

What needs to be said is not finished yet.

The young figure in front of him waved the back of his hand gently, and suddenly the wind stopped and everything was silent.

Kong Tong felt as if something was blocking his throat. The words he wanted to strengthen his position were stuck in his throat and could not come out. It was so uncomfortable.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

Five figures all walked out of the yellow dust.

At this time, even the sarcastic smile on the lips of the young man leading the group was clearly visible.

He glanced at the Twelve Saint Lords around him indifferently, shook his head in a very small way, and then looked at the chasm behind him, and said disdainfully:

"Let's just forget about the small talk. I don't have that much time to waste on you guys."

Ignore!

Naked disregard!

This look, this tone, it is clear that he does not take all the half-saints present in his eyes.

The water ghosts who were traveling with us, Mr. Sang, all had expressions on their faces. Well, you don't have time, so we ants have time to peck each other.

The twelve sage kings who were waiting for them in a well-proportioned manner around the natural chasm and cliffs had already formed their shapes, and their faces were all filled with anger.

Not a wisp!

It is a clearly visible rage!

Those who are daring, have no respect, know no dignity, and are rampant in talking nonsense. How dare you, the noble Twelve Saints, to say such nonsense in front of you? See how I spray you!

But don’t wait to speak yet…

After the young man in black said this, he raised his chin slightly, raised the corners of his lips, and displayed a dazzling arcana formation at his feet.

It seems to have the power to increase the physical body?

The formation diagram sank as it advanced, sinking into the earth.

With the sound of "boom", thousands of miles of rocks shattered into pieces and flew into the air, suspending the sky and the earth, and freezing in mid-air.

The yellow sand storm behind him also changed, like the eyes of a giant, turning into a ferocious monster and leaning towards him. It was frightening and the sound of the storm cracked:

"Dazai Ci, come out and die!!!"
To be continued...