Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 1820 Supreme Holy Land

Han Yu quietly concealed his breath in the Hualian quadruple realm of 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, do you want to surprise the enemy?"

In her heart, the stormy sea also turned up, but it was much calmer than Meng Zuisheng.

"Wu Sheng's late stage transformation of the wall, what a surprise, is that those enemies will be shocked? Haha..." Meng Zuisheng suddenly burst into laughter, almost more excited than he broke into the late stage of Wu Sheng's transformation of the wall.

Han Yu smiled faintly, and several people continued on the road.

Zhongtianyu, the Supreme Holy Land.

The Supreme Holy Land is located in a huge basin. As one of the Nine Heavens Overlords, it is still one of the top three. The Supreme Holy Land’s momentum is no different from 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 place for cultivation.

Recently, the Supreme Holy Land can be described as a crowded city, with countless guests coming and going.

Han Yu and the others just fell outside the gate of the Supreme Holy Land, and the masters with the Supreme Holy Land greeted them with a smile.

As the palace lord of the Jade Lake, Han Yu's current fame, they dare not neglect at all.

"The Lord of the Palace of Yaochi is here, and if you have missed a long distance, you still hope to forgive your sins." An old man greeted him, repeatedly trying to apologize.

"Elder Yang is polite." Palace Master Yaochi replied.

From the looming aura of the old man, it can be seen that he is a master of Hualian Eighth Layer in the middle of the martial arts. Such a master came to welcome the guests, which shows that the Supreme Holy Land attaches great importance to this ten thousand race meeting.

"Friend Daoist Han is polite!" Elder Yang and Palace Master Yaochi hurriedly bowed their hands to Han Yu after seeing the ceremony. Although Han Yu was a junior, he did not dare to take the slightest contempt.

It can be said that Han Yu's reputation in Jiutianshidi is no worse than any overlord in Jiutian.

Han Yu bowed his hand.

Suddenly, Elder Yang's gaze was attracted by the small horn on Han Yu's shoulder, and he asked in astonishment, "Is this the Golden Horn King?"

Han Yu nodded with a smile.

Elder Yang's eyes widened. It is well known that the Golden Horn King is the most outstanding genius of the Monster Race and a popular figure at this Ten Thousand Races Conference. He did not expect to be so close to Han Yu.

Han Yu didn't explain to Elder Yang, and there was no need to explain.

Elder Yang thought of a lot at once, glanced at Han Yu and Xiao Jiao a little weirdly, took a deep breath to suppress the inner shock, and nodded to the sage of Yaochi, Xiao Ya and Meng Zuisheng, which was regarded as a courtesy, and then stepped back. Aside, he stretched out his hand to make a gesture of request, saying: "Palace Master, fellow Daoist Han, please come inside."

The Palace Master of Yaochi nodded and walked ahead, Han Yu and the saint of Yaochi followed her, Xiao Ya and Meng Zuisheng were at the end.

At this moment, another group of people arrived, all wearing black robes, and the old man in the lead was an old man with a pale face. This group of people seemed to have brought a cold current, causing the temperature here to drop a lot in an instant. Before the lively Supreme Holy Land Mountain Gate, they all suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at this group of people.

"People of the Demon Cult!"

Almost everyone frowned, with strong resistance.

The people of the Demon Cult had a gloomy face, their eyes were cold and stern, and they scanned the righteous people without emotion. Han Yu and the others quickly attracted their attention.

"The King of the Golden Horn? How does it go with Han Yu?" A member of the Demon Cult suddenly exclaimed, looking at the little horn on Han Yu's shoulder incredibly.

All the people of the Demon Sect suddenly changed color and strode towards Han Yu and the others.

"Great King Golden Horn, why are you with Han Yu, the evil thief?" The old man, the leader of the demon cult, glared at the little horn and asked.

Before Xiao Jiao could reply, Meng Zuisheng cursed: "You and others are all thieves!"

The old man glanced at Meng Zuisheng gloomily, and said angrily: "Boy, you're looking for death!"

With Han Yu, Meng Zui was afraid of a bird, and looked at the old man with his head up and chest up and said: "Old thief, dare to insult my boss, you are looking for death!"

The old man was so angry that the three corpse gods violently jumped and slapped Meng Zuisheng with a palm, wishing to smash Meng Zuisheng's body into pieces.

"Hmph, this palace is here, it's your turn!" Palace Master Yaochi snorted heavily.

"Brother Dao, the ten thousand race meeting is about to be held, ten thousand races coexist peacefully, are you trying to break the balance?" Elder Yang said coldly.

The old man snorted softly and retracted his hand.

Suddenly, a hideous man walked out from behind the old man and looked at Han Yu with straight eyes.

This person had just walked out and shocked both Yaochi Saintess and Xiao Ya. This life has two triangular eyes with red eyes, and this is not the most horrible. The most horrible thing is that on his left cheek, there are dense black runes, just like natural.

Both the faces of the sage Yaochi and Xiao Ya changed slightly, and they felt nauseous.

"Han Yu, you dare to kill my brother, at the Ten Thousand Races Conference, I will use your soul to pay tribute to my "Devil Soul Dafa", remember my name-the soul of thousands of fans, you belong to me." The man said coldly, his eyes flickering.

Han Yu snorted softly.

"You are the third soul Qianfan on the list of Ten Thousand Races Tianjiao? You are ugly, if my boss kills you, your hands will be dirty. You dare to provoke my boss. You drowned you with a mouthful of water at the Ten Thousand Races Conference!" Meng Zuisheng cursed.

"Huh!"

In the eyes of Soul Qianfan, two streams of blood suddenly rushed towards Meng Zuisheng. These two blood waters carried a strong corrosive atmosphere.

Han Yu quietly stretched out his left hand, grabbed two strands of blood, and a ray 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 others of the Demon Sect.

"Hmm, hurry up and enjoy the time you can live these few days." Meng Zuisheng kindly reminded.

The demons were gritted with anger.

"Boy, you have a way to participate in the Ten Thousand Races Conference, I will blow your mouth!" A demon disciple gritted his teeth.

"You wasted the time of living with five breaths again. When you die, you will regret why you didn't make good use of this time to enjoy your life, but fight fiercely in front of Lao Tzu." Meng Zuisheng said with a throat.

His words were really maddening and not paying for their lives, even Xiao Ya couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Several disciples of the Demon Cult were all injured internally by anger.

"A few, please in there!" Elder Yang glanced at Meng Zuisheng with a smile, thinking that this son is really a talent.

Elder Yang has been sending a few people to the VIP reception area of ​​the Supreme Holy Land, and let the people inside lead them in before he retreats.

As soon as he entered this area, a man walked towards him, making Han Yu's eyes narrowed slightly. The man also saw Han Yu, and looked at Han Yu calmly.

This person is no one else, it is Han Yu's old opponent who is all over the world.