Chaos Emperor System

In midair, several black figures gradually emerged, accompanied by several surprised voices.

"Hey, there are still people standing in this new holy pilgrimage."

"I'm also a little surprised. There are quite a few people standing."

"Could it be that there are high-level holy kings among them?"

"How is that possible? It's just a new holy dynasty. It would be great to be lucky enough to give birth to one or two low-level holy kings."

In mid-air, the voices of several people's conversations were not loud, but they were clearly heard by everyone in the palace. These words were full of contempt, which made everyone very angry.

Then, a figure stood out in mid-air. It was a middle-aged man with a short stature and a big belly. He cleared his throat and said, "Which one of you is the leader, stand up!"

Ye Hao looked calm and took two steps forward.

The man looked at Ye Haoling's eighth-level cultivation base and couldn't help laughing: "Is there any mistake, the eighth-level emperor of Lingtian Emperor, such an empire can also be promoted to the first-rank holy dynasty?"

Ye Hao's face was still calm, and he asked, "I am, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, just to see that you are unhappy, kneel down to me!" The middle-aged man's face was slightly angry, and the aura of the third-level Lingxiao Shengwang was fully bloomed, and a powerful coercion permeated the air.

Just kidding, he is a holy king. This guy in front of him is only at the level of the Lingtian Emperor. Talking to him by himself is already giving him face. He should kneel down!

Facing this overwhelming coercion, Ye Hao remained motionless, and said with a sneer: "You are not qualified enough if you want me to kneel down, go back and let the people behind you come out!"

The middle-aged man was furious and said: "You are only a Lingtian Emperor, how dare you talk to me like this, go to hell..."

It's a pity that before he finished speaking, an attack was directed at him first.

It was a finger full of the aura of a holy king. When that finger came in front of him, it pierced through his shoulder without giving him any time to react.

"ah!"

The middle-aged man clutched his injured shoulder, and fell from mid-air in great pain.

The elegant man withdrew his finger and said lightly: "This is the king of our Tianyuan Empire, Ye Hao! Don't be rude!"

"Yo,

It turned out to be the seventh rank of Lingxiao Shengwang, no wonder he was so arrogant! "

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that there are people of this level in this new holy dynasty. I want you to mix with me."

"Yeah, it's a pity to stay here with your strength, you can go to a better place to develop."

Hearing this, the refined man sneered: "Just you rubbish, dare to speak wild words in front of me. If I am at my peak, one of you can beat ten of you!"

Several people in mid-air were furious, but no one cared about the seriously injured middle-aged man.

Someone in the crowd had sharp eyes and suddenly recognized the elegant man. It was an old man. The old man walked to the front with a cane and asked, "Fellow Taoist, I think you look familiar. Are you the Confucian who disappeared a hundred years ago?" Holy King?"

"It's my sage!" The refined man couldn't hide his complacency, he didn't expect that someone would still remember him a hundred years later.

"That's right, everyone, the treasure of Qianshan is in his hands, kill him, and that treasure will be ours!"

The old man let out a low cry, and suddenly all the people in mid-air rushed towards Confucian Saint King.

"Treasure of Thousand Mountains?" Ye Hao wondered secretly. He entered the system, glanced at the task board, and found that the main task was to obtain Treasure of Thousand Mountains, and this task had been updated as early as Xingyue Tomb.

It's just that he didn't know what the Qianshan Treasure was, so he didn't care about it. Later, he was busy practicing and slowly forgot it. Today, he felt that the words "Qianshan Treasure" were familiar, so he clicked in to watch it. mountain treasure.

While Ye Hao was distracted, the injured middle-aged man suddenly summoned his spiritual power to attack Ye Hao.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" Zhou Yu hurriedly reminded, and at the same time hurried away.

Ye Hao returned to his senses, looked at the palm full of the power of the holy king, and said with a smile: "Good time, just try to comprehend the fourth chapter of Star Moon Transformation, the strengthening chapter!"

After saying that, Ye Hao's whole person suddenly became a little different, and then his whole person's momentum skyrocketed, and he soon reached the ninth level of Lingtian Emperor.

Swing out one palm and face each other.

The bloody scene that the middle-aged man expected did not appear, and the unattractive young man in front of him just took a few steps back.

The middle-aged man who became angry from embarrassment wanted to bully him again, however, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and then a long sword pierced through his heart.

Zhou Yu looked at the unrepentant expression, slowly drew out his long sword, and kicked the third-rank man of the little holy king flying away.

Withdrawing the sword and kneeling down, Zhou Yu said in a deep voice, "I am late to save you, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"It's okay." Ye Hao helped Zhou Yu up, and then looked at the elegant man, and found that he was being besieged, and one of the besiegers was the seventh-rank Ling Xiaosheng King. The situation of the elegant man is very bad now.

Ye Hao hurriedly said: "Gongjin, go and help him!"

"Obey!" Zhou Yu heard the words, lifted the long sword in his hand, and jumped into the battle directly.

Ye Hao quietly dissipated the power of the stars, and stood together with Sanniang and others to watch the battle. This is a battle between holy kings. Not only him, but even Monk Jin Guang can't participate, so he can only give some spiritual support .

Among the six people who besieged Confucian Saint King, it was the old man who recognized his identity who possessed the seventh-level strength of Lingxiao Saint King. He stepped back a few steps and asked, "Confucian Saint King, where is the treasure of Qianshan?" place? Hurry up and hand it over!"

The Confucian Saint King fluttered his sleeves, and said with a cold face: "I don't know where you heard the news, this treasure of Qianshan is indeed not with me!"

The old man sneered, obviously not believing it, and said with a sneer, "This is what your younger brother Yasheng Wang said in front of everyone, how can it be false!"

boom!

Two low-ranking sage kings blocked Confucian sage king's attack, and then the three sage kings each fired a chapter, and Confucian sage king was forced to retreat.

When the six people were about to put the Confucian Saint King to death, a white figure swung his long sword and swung away the attacks of several people, and then a ninth-level aura of the little holy king slowly bloomed.

Everyone was shocked, the ninth rank! It's only one step away from the tenth step!

Zhou Yu glanced at the six people with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and said coldly: "Just now, my hand has already been stained with the blood of a holy king, and I don't mind being stained with a few more!"

The necks of the few people shrank slightly, and they looked at the Confucian sage king who was kneeling on one knee unwillingly, and finally had to retreat in desperation.

Before leaving, the old man said angrily: "Sage King Confucianism, you can hide from the first day of the lunar new year but not the fifteenth day. Since you have shown up, you have to hand over the treasure of Qianshan whether you want it or not. This is beyond your control!"