Many masters watched with cold eyes, none of them spoke out, and no one wanted to get involved. Those of them who are extremely powerful and have the dignity of an extremely strong expert will naturally not be afraid of the Northern Emperor Sect, otherwise they would not have spoken angrily when Leng Ya was beaten down by the Great Elder just now. But the stiffness between Xie Gongluo and Beidizong was caused by Xie Gongluo. At the beginning of this Tianchen Demon and Martial Arts Conference, there were a few young people who made them unable to move. Now, even the atmosphere has become weird.
"Sanba, come back." A middle-aged man's voice came, this calm voice was a bit deep, and there was also a bit of disappointment that others could not understand.
Yan Gongluo nodded, stopped looking at Yan Ximing and the three discipline elders, and walked back to Yan Duancang who called him. Yan Duancang sighed, and said slowly: "Perhaps my expectations were too high, so I was so disappointed. The Northern Emperor Sect... How could the real Northern Emperor Sect endure such contempt? Who wants to provoke me?" , even if you are defeated, even if you risk your life, you must make the other party pay the heaviest price... But you are forbearing, you are retreating... relying on the power behind you to speak cruel words, and preparing to rely on the entire Northern Emperor Sect to retaliate afterwards. What's even more tragic is that, for the sake of secular face, you actually watched your partner die in the hands of an outsider."
As he spoke, he walked forward slowly, towards the three Northern Emperor Sect precept elders with stiff expressions. Although they betrayed the reason and mission of the Northern Emperor Sect, they should have been his enemies, but they were not the ones who drove his predecessors to Duanhunyuan, not to mention, there was a little bit of Northern Emperor sect flowing in their blood. Blood, he can't give birth to real hatred. However, the performance of these members of the Northern Emperor Sect really disappointed him to the extreme.
The most noble bloodline, the most inviolable dignity, the only one who can make him bow down in the world is the Holy Lord. For others, he never knows what is shrinking, what is forbearance, and when dealing with enemies, he never knows what is kindness, what is hesitation, what is scruples . Whoever dares to offend them will immediately make them pay the most miserable price and trample on them several times. This is the blood of the Northern Emperor, the pride of the Northern Emperor Sect.
However, the "Northern Emperor Sect" in front of him made him terribly disappointed. I don't know if it's because of the long-term comfort and arrogance, or the expansion of desire, they have become arrogant and timid, without the blood, pride and perseverance that they should have, and they can even sit back and watch their partners die at the hands of others . The Holy Master is right, there is indeed no need for them to exist. Annihilating their ambitions and making the world stable is just one of them. What is more important to him is not to shame the blood of the Northern Emperor.
Not only Yan Duancang, but also Yan Tianwei and Yan Qinghong secretly shook their heads and sighed. Although this is just a few commandment elders, it is enough to represent something. From Yan Gongluo's temptations, it can be clearly seen that the bloodiness that should have been deeply buried in their blood has been slowly eroded by comfort and desire. The Northern Emperor Sect shouldn't be like this.
In front of relatives and friends, Yan Duancang has always been a simple and honest middle-aged uncle who looks a little silly, and he always smiles at everyone. But at this time, facing people who are not relatives and friends, he is a completely different person, his face is as cold as a rock, his eyes are flat, his footsteps are steady and slow, and he is facing the three Northern Emperor sects who are more than a generation older than him. With three precept elders, he is like an elder teaching his younger generation, his voice is like iron.
The scene suddenly became silent, and all eyes were focused on this middle-aged man who was originally unattractive and dressed in simple clothes, making people too lazy to take a second look after just one glance. The astonishment and shock in his gaze was many times stronger than when he faced Chu Jingtian, Leng Ya, and Yan Gongluo just now.
The three precept elders who had been preached by him also stared wide-eyed, staring at him as if they had seen a ghost, but couldn't say a word.
The wind that was blowing continuously, with damp and cold water vapor suddenly became violent, like a drizzle that turned into a raging rainstorm in an instant. The wind is sometimes eastward, sometimes westward, sometimes southward... swaying, and the clouds in the sky are scattered in the chaotic wind. The wind blew up the hems of the strong men's clothes, and also blew their trembling hearts.
The wind in all directions turned violent and chaotic with Yan Duancang's body as the center, making violent noises.
Without moving, the aura alone disturbed the surrounding environment, and the aura alone gave these strong men a subtle sense of humbleness... When Yan Duancang stood quietly in the very center, the eyes of the strong men were all For example, there is a big mountain—it is so high that the top cannot be seen, even if you look up, you can't see the peak that has already towered into the sky. Above the clouds is a height that they cannot touch and reach, but can only worship.
This is, the breath of God!
Quiet, absolute silence. Chu Jingtian was stunned, and even Leng Ya, who was rarely moved, was stunned. Except for a few people who knew Yan Duancang's strength, everyone was stunned.
"Dare to ask... Can you tell me your name?" The atmosphere in Luochenya was shaken by the appearance of a person. Finally, a voice sounded, stirring the atmosphere of the scene. It is Wu Sansi, the haggard son of the imaginary god Wu. Facing this person who released the breath of God, he subconsciously showed a humble attitude that almost never appeared. He knew, and everyone knew, that another god-level powerhouse descended, and another name was about to be heard by everyone in Tianchen Continent.
"Xie Duancang." Yan Duancang said in a low voice, his eyes were still piercingly looking at the three Beidi Discipline Elders who looked surprised.
Evil breaks!
Evil, evil again.
One after another, their eyes subconsciously shifted to Yan Gongluo and the few people around him... There were nine people in this group, three young men in their twenties: Chu Jingtian, Leng Ya, Xie Gongluo, all of them shocked them greatly. , and a young girl of unknown depth. The other five people are two middle-aged people, one is this person who calls himself "Xie Duancang", the other is a middle-aged woman who is as ugly as him, there is an old man who is as motionless as a rock, and two old men who are senile. .
The three young men are all of heaven-level strength, and each of them has a terrifying specialty that allows them to far surpass their opponents of the same level—Leng Ya's blood-killing eyes, Chu Jingtian's superb sword, Yan Gongluo's qi arrow can be called a divine skill... After the three young people, a middle-aged man finally left among the group, and he also firmly pressed a mountain on their hearts... It turned out to be a god level! !
So, that young girl, that middle-aged woman, and those three steady old men... what kind of strength will they have
They can't stop thinking in this direction. Being able to appear here already shows how extraordinary they are. And coming together with three teenagers who can be called monsters and a person who exudes a god-level aura, who would doubt their extraordinaryness now. And more questions are: what is the origin of these people? With such terrifying strength, why was he so unknown before. It's as if... it just popped out of nowhere.
"Xieduancang... what my father said is correct, every Tianchen Demon Martial Arts Conference, there will be strange people born. This trip is indeed true. Wu has written down the name of Xiexiong." Wu Sansi nodded and said, his heart is infinite sigh. The person in front of him who was about the same age as him was a person who had stepped into the rank of God like his father, and was the pinnacle that every practitioner could only hope for.
"This...Uncle Lao Gen has actually entered the divine way, the same divine way as grandpa!" Chu Jingtian couldn't believe his own feelings, and murmured in amazement. As far as he knows, stepping on the divine way is as difficult as ascending to the sky, but once you see through it, you can ascend to the sky in one step.
He never expected that this middle-aged uncle who made him feel very kind and enthusiastic actually released the aura of God.
That middle-aged uncle's father, that gentle old man, and Grandpa Scallion and Granny Scallion, could it be... Could it be...
The faces of the three discipline elders of the Northern Emperor Sect were gloomy and uncertain, and they remembered the name "Xieduancang" firmly in their hearts. And even if they don't remember it, the name will be spread all over the world immediately, and it will be even more difficult for them not to know. A god-level master just appeared in front of them when they were unprepared. Moreover, not only did this person not show any scruples about the Northern Emperor Sect, even if he took it lightly, on the contrary, like Xie Gongluo just now, he had a kind of rejection and hostility towards them that they couldn't figure out, and turned them Suppressed firmly, in front of him, the three precept elders were not only shocked, but also felt extremely oppressed and aggrieved by being looked down upon and scorned.
The second elder's expression had returned to normal, and he forced himself to sneer and said, "I, the Northern Emperor Sect, will not have an outsider to teach me how to do things."
Facing the god level, he couldn't help but feel a natural fear, admiration, and humility in his heart, and he couldn't get entangled with him too much, and immediately said: "Today is the Tianchen Demon and Martial Arts Conference, please don't forget what this is. A place. Nowadays, there are many masters in the world, and they can compete with each other to their heart's content, and the rest will definitely be settled after today."
After finishing his harsh words, he turned around to check Yan Ximing's injury without further words. Although his back was facing Yan Duancang, his breath and gaze made his movements and expressions obviously unnatural.
Yan Duancang's gaze scanned the surroundings, and the people he glanced at felt a tremendous pressure suddenly pressing on their hearts, and they held their breath for a moment, and their hearts were even more horrified. This is the strength of the god level... Although there is only one level difference between the god level and the sky level, it is definitely the difference between the sky cloud and the earth mud, and there is a huge gap between them. There are very few people in the gap. A person with extremely high talent may reach the heavenly level within thirty years old, but he may not be able to cross from the heavenly level to the god level within a hundred years, because, from the elementary level to the heavenly level, They are all transformations from human to human, and from the heavenly level to the godly level is the transformation from human to god. And every person who crosses will be famous in the world, and the world will tremble for it.
"I, Xie Duancang, came to pay respects to the heroes of the world." Yan Duancang sipped softly, his voice shaking everywhere.
The only answer to him was silence. As soon as the God of War died, the God of Sword, God of Illusion, and Snow Maiden did not appear. Who else would be stupid enough to fight against a god-level master? Even with the strength of a heaven-level high-level, in front of the god-level, he is like a child who has just learned to walk. It's purely looking for humiliation, looking for abuse.