Han Yu quietly hid his breath in the realm of the fourth level of Lotus Transformation in the middle stage of Martial Saint, and said, "I want to give you a surprise."
Xiao Ya suddenly said: "You don't want to surprise us, you want to surprise the enemy, right?"
In her heart, stormy seas also turned upside down, but she was much calmer than Meng Zuisheng.
"Wu Sheng's late stage transformation wall first level, this is such a big surprise, I'm afraid those enemies will be scared? Haha..." Meng Zuisheng suddenly burst into laughter, he was more excited than he broke through to Wu Sheng's later stage transformation wall.
Han Yu smiled lightly, and the group continued on their way.
Zhongtian Domain, the Supreme Holy Land.
The Supreme Holy Land is located in a huge basin. As one of the nine-day overlords, it is still the top three existences. The momentum of the Supreme Holy Land is not inferior to the Yaochi Holy Palace. There are many temples in the basin, and the floating islands in the air are like stars. It is a rare and blessed place for cultivation.
In the recent period of time, the Supreme Holy Land can be described as a crowded market, with countless distinguished guests coming and going.
Han Yu and the others just fell outside the gate of the Supreme Holy Land, and the masters of the Supreme Holy Land greeted him with a smile.
As the master of Yaochi Palace, Han Yu's current fame, they don't dare to be slighted at all.
"The Master of Yaochi Palace is here with honor, and I hope to forgive me if I have lost a long way to go." An old man greeted him, and he apologized again and again.
"Elder Yang is very polite." Palace Master Yaochi returned the salute.
From the looming breath of the old man, it can be seen that he is a master of the eighth level of Lotus Transformation in the middle stage of the Martial Sage. Such a master came to greet the guests outside the door, which shows that the Supreme Holy Land attaches great importance to this ten thousand race meeting.
"Fellow Daoist Han is polite!" Elder Yang and Yaochi Palace Master hurriedly bowed their hands to Han Yu after seeing the ceremony. Although Han Yu was a junior, he didn't dare to despise him in the slightest.
It can be said that Han Yu's reputation in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths is no worse than that of any overlord in the Nine Heavens.
Han Yu bowed his hands to salute.
Suddenly, Elder Yang's eyes were attracted by the small horn on Han Yu's shoulder, and he asked in astonishment, "Is this the King of the Golden Horn?"
Han Yu nodded with a smile.
Elder Yang's eyes widened. As we all know, King Golden Horn is the most outstanding genius of the demon clan, and he is a popular figure at this ten thousand clan conference. He didn't expect to be so close to Han Yu.
Han Yu did not explain to Elder Yang, nor did he need to explain.
Elder Yang thought of a lot at once. He glanced at Han Yu and Xiaojiao strangely, took a deep breath to suppress the shock in his heart, and nodded to Saintess Yaochi, Xiao Ya, and Meng Zuisheng as a courtesy, and then stepped back to On the side, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, saying: "Palace Master, Fellow Daoist Han, please come in."
The Yaochi Palace Lord nodded and walked ahead, Han Yu and the Saintess of Yaochi followed her, and Xiao Ya and Meng Zuisheng were at the end.
At this moment, another group of people arrived, all wearing black robes, and the leading old man was an old man with a pale face. The arrival of this group of people seems to have brought a cold current, which made the temperature here drop a lot in an instant. Before the lively Supreme Holy Land Mountain Gate, it suddenly became quiet, and everyone turned to look at this group of people.
"Magic people!"
Almost everyone frowned, with a strong sense of resistance.
The people of the demon sect each had a gloomy face, their eyes were cold and stern, and they swept over the righteous people without emotion. Han Yu and the others quickly caught their attention.
"King of the Golden Horn? How did it walk with Han Yu?" Someone from the Demon Sect suddenly exclaimed, looking at the little horn lying on Han Yu's shoulder in disbelief.
The people of the Demon Sect immediately changed their color and strode towards Han Yu and the others.
"King of the Golden Horn, why are you with Han Yu, the evil thief?"
Before Xiaojiao could reply, Meng Zuisheng scolded, "You and the rest are all villains!"
The old man gave Meng Zuisheng a gloomy look, and said angrily, "Boy, you are courting death!"
With Han Yu around, Meng Zui was afraid of a bird, looked up at the old man and said, "Old thief, dare to insult my boss, you are courting death!"
The old man was so angry that the three corpses jumped violently, and slapped Meng Zuisheng with one palm, wishing he could smash Meng Zuisheng's corpse into ten thousand pieces.
"Hmph, this palace is here, it's your turn to make a move!" Palace Master Yaochi snorted heavily.
"This daoist brother, the ten thousand clan meeting is about to be held, ten thousand clans coexist peacefully, are you trying to break the balance?" Elder Yang said coldly.
The old man snorted softly and retracted his hand.
Suddenly, a grim-faced man walked out from behind the old man, staring straight at Han Yu.
This person just came out and shocked both Saintess Yaochi and Xiao Ya. This man has two triangular eyes with red eyes, and this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that on his left cheek, there are dense black runes, as if they were born.
The faces of Saintess Yaochi and Xiao Ya changed slightly, and they felt disgusting.
"Han Yu, if you dare to kill my brother, at the Ten Thousand Clan Conference, I will use your soul to pay homage to my "Devil Soul Dafa", remember my name - Soul Qianfan, you belong to me." The man In a cold voice, the killing light flashed in his eyes.
Han Yu snorted lightly.
"You are the soul Qianfan who ranks third in the list of arrogances of all races? You are ugly, my boss will kill you and you will feel dirty. If you dare to provoke my boss, you will be drowned in a mouthful of saliva at the Ten Thousand Races Conference!" Meng Zuisheng cursed.
"Shh!"
In the eyes of Hun Qianfan, two streams of blood suddenly rushed out and rushed towards Meng Zuisheng. These two blood waters carry a strong corrosive aura.
Han Yu quietly stretched out his left hand, grabbed two strands of blood, and a strand of black vitality burst out of his hand, which wiped out the blood in an instant.
Hun Qianfan looked at Han Yu for a long time, and finally snorted coldly, glanced at Meng Zuisheng coldly, and left with the rest of the Demon Sect.
"Hum, hurry up and enjoy the time you can live these few days." Meng Zuisheng reminded kindly.
The demon sects gritted their teeth in anger.
"Boy, you have the guts to participate in the Ten Thousand Clan Conference, I smashed your mouth!" A demon disciple gritted his teeth.
"You've wasted your five breaths of time alive again, and when you die, you'll regret why you didn't make good use of this time to enjoy life, but fought fiercely in front of Lao Tzu." Meng Zuisheng said in a loud voice.
His words were so mad that even Xiao Ya couldn't help rolling her eyes.
Several demon sect disciples were angered out of internal injuries.
"A few, please come in!" Elder Yang glanced at Meng Zuisheng with a smile, thinking that this man is really talented.
Elder Yang has been sending a few people to the VIP reception area of the Supreme Holy Land, and let the people inside lead a few people in before he retreated.
Just after entering this area, a man walked towards him, causing Han Yu to narrow his eyes slightly. The man also saw Han Yu, his eyes were unavoidable, and he looked at Han Yu calmly.
This person is none other than Han Yu's old rival Qi Tianxia.