Fantasy: Start with 3,000 Saint Realms and create Yama Palace

Only he was closest to Long Yi. Speaking of the Black March, if anyone had a chance to surpass Long Yi, it would only be one person.

That would be Long Er.

“Three Thousand Blood Seas!”

Long Er swung his long sword, and an unparalleled sword aura shot out horizontally. The boundless aura of slaughter materialized, transforming into a sea of blood that instantly descended, enveloping the entire firmament.

At that moment.

It was as if hell had descended, with endless wailing and boundless slaughter pervading the entire sky.

Everyone felt their scalps tingle and their bodies turn cold.

Even a True King powerhouse, with just one glance, felt their souls about to explode and fall.

“You can’t kill me!”

This Golden-Winged Great Peng Great Saint was still struggling. He didn't want to die here, and as a Great Saint, he didn't think he was much worse than the opponent.

Roar.

The Great Saint instantly transformed into the Golden-Winged Great Peng King, becoming a monstrous giant bird. The three thousand miles of golden wings covered the sky and earth, almost enveloping the entire firmament, shrouding everything below in Yin and Yang.

“One Hundred and Eight Thousand Feather Swords!”

The Golden-Winged Great Peng King used a secret technique he had used before. Countless divine lights burst out, transforming into a golden ocean, pushing horizontally towards the sea of blood.

Boom.

A deafening explosion sounded, and two colors of light erupted, sweeping across everything and turning the world into two colors.

Above the firmament.

The sea of blood and the sea of gold were boiling, as if they were about to engulf everything.

Two terrifying forces erupted, the earth shook, the void shattered, and everything within thousands of miles around instantly turned to dust.

If Long Yi hadn't deliberately blocked it in the Golden Ancient City, perhaps the entire Golden Ancient City would have been directly reduced to ashes.

Even with a Sage sitting in town, they would have been wiped out like ants.

A Great Saint-level battle was not something a Sage could interfere with.

Having reached this level.

It could almost be said to be world-destroying.

Gulp.

“What a terrifying battle.”

The Sage of the Golden Ancient Clan swallowed his saliva in horror, watching the battle in the distance in fear. The suffocating pressure made him feel his own insignificance for the first time in his life.

Like an ant, he was watching the battle of the gods.

As for the ancient chariot, it seemed unaffected, standing steadily in the air, as if it transcended the world.

Bang.

In the end, Long Er was even better. The sea of blood was overwhelming, instantly submerging the golden ocean, and the vast blood energy devoured the Great Saint of the Golden-Winged Peng Clan.

Puff.

As if struck by lightning.

The Great Saint of the Golden-Winged Peng Clan spat out blood, his face a little pale.

At this moment.

Long Er immediately killed him, his eyes cold and without any emotion.

“Soul Severing!”

As a voice sounded, at the center of his brow, a little man holding a divine sword, as if the Supreme had descended, slashed towards the Great Saint with terrifying power.

This was a secret technique that severed the soul but not the body, specializing in severing the soul.

The little man arrived.

The Great Saint of the Golden-Winged Peng Clan did not sit idly by and wait for death. A golden Peng flew out from the center of his brow, like a miniature version of himself, to meet Long Er.

Buzz.

The two collided, stirring up powerful fluctuations. The void continued to break, and spiderweb-like patterns covered the entire firmament, like a mirror, almost exploding.

The little man was mighty and invincible, and the divine sword was unparalleled. With one sword, the golden Peng was instantly cut in half.

And then.

Another sword stood on the golden Peng.

Instantly.

The entire golden Peng exploded, and his soul was shattered.

This Great Saint, who was once famous, completely fell here!

After killing this Great Saint, Long Er grabbed the huge Golden-Winged Peng bird.

A Great Saint-level body was worth as much as a divine medicine.

His whole body was a treasure!

The bones of his body were even more indestructible, making them the best materials for refining holy artifacts, and even for refining extreme weapons.

A body like this, sold outside.

Its value would be immeasurable.

“Your Honor, I have not failed my mission!”

Long Er knelt on one knee in front of the ancient chariot, respectfully saying.

Seeing this scene.

The people of the Golden Ancient City were shaken.

Could it be that the person on the chariot was really the Lord of the Yama Palace?

King Yama?

“Get up!”

“Go and have the Golden Ancient Clan hand over the scriptures they obtained before!”

A faint voice came out.

Without the need for the people of the Yama Palace to act.

The Sage of the Golden Ancient Clan quickly said: “Don’t worry, sir, I’ll go get the scriptures now.”

“Wait a moment!”

The Lord of the Yama Palace, King Yama, had personally arrived.

Now a Great Saint had died, as well as a Saint King, and they were from the Ancient Royal Golden-Winged Peng Clan.

Even King Yama didn't care about such powerhouses. Where would this Sage of the Golden Ancient Clan dare to refuse? He quickly sent out the scriptures he had obtained before.

He probably guessed that if he didn't send out these scriptures.

The entire Golden Ancient Clan would probably be bloodbathed.

Even with the Taiyi Holy Land behind them, it wouldn't work.

After all.

They didn't care about the Ancient Royal Clan, and they cared even less about the Taiyi Holy Land.

Before long.

The Sage of the Golden Ancient Clan took out a simple jade slip, which seemed to have gone through endless years of passage. The entire jade slip revealed an aura of time.

The jade slip flew up and was grabbed by an arm on the chariot. Then, the two Great Saints who had shown great power sat in front of the chariot, like grooms, driving the chariot through the void and disappearing in front of everyone.

The ancient chariot left.

The people in the ancient city breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a chill down their backs and cold sweat all over their bodies, almost soaking their clothes!

“The world is going to change!”

The Sage of the Golden Ancient Clan was worried. The Golden-Winged Peng Bird Clan had lost two great powerhouses, a Great Saint and the hope of the entire clan, a Saint King realm.

This was different from the Yin-Yang Holy Land. The Yin-Yang Holy Land had only lost a Sage Elder, while the Golden-Winged Peng Clan had lost two heavyweight figures.

One was the Great Saint as the foundation, and the other was the hope of the entire clan.

With the death of the two, the Golden-Winged Peng Bird Clan would definitely not let it go.

He could almost foresee the bloody storm ahead.

Chapter 18

The ancestral land of the Golden-Winged Peng Bird Clan.

This was a world like a fairyland, with palaces in groups, surrounded by immortal energy, dense spiritual trees, and spiritual grass everywhere.

“Who!”

“Who exactly is it!”

At this time.

A thunderous roar sounded, and the terrifying fluctuations shook the entire world, as if it couldn't withstand this force.

Many Golden-Winged Peng Birds even turned pale, looking in the direction of the sound in horror.

The patriarch was furious.

This hadn't happened for many years.

“Patriarch, what happened!”

At this time.