The King of The Worlds

At the Yaochi grand meeting, the atmosphere is already tense, and the human race's complexion is ashen, and they clenched their fists.

Seven stood in front of the ancestor king of the ancient times, their eyes were staring, cold and indifferent, looking down.

"What qualifications does the human race have to hold a grand meeting? Just rely on a turtle?"

"The poor human race can only rely on a turtle."

All the human races clenched their fists, hoping that there would be a saint who belonged to the human race. In this event, they got ridiculed too much, and deeply felt the sorrow of the weak.

"Damn it! If His Royal Highness of the Qin clan is here, how can they be arrogant!"

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"The so-called Fairyland Festival is nothing more than a digestion, and the human race is not eligible to enter."

The ancestor king of the ancient times spoke, but there was no sarcasm in his mouth, but just explaining a fact.

"Shall I sit against a group of weaklings? What qualifications do they have?"

The words of the ancestor king hit the hearts of human beings time and time again, making them more and more stressed. How great would it be if the human race could have a saint?

Countless people are looking forward to it in their hearts.

At this moment, the morale of the human race is low, and they are oppressed by all races, but there is nothing they can do, and there is only despair in their hearts. In this fairyland event, all they got was ridicule.

The grand meeting of the Yaochi was held, and the arrival of the king of the Taikoo tribe had a huge impact on mankind. These ancestor kings who have survived from endless years ago are powerful, and none of the human race present can be an enemy.

Even the Xuanwu Black Turtle that Ye Fan and the others depended on was silent at the moment, facing the seven ancestor kings, the pressure was also enormous.

Just now, the black turtle took several shots and suppressed several ancient kings, but it was still not enough to deter the ancient people.

Their heritage is too strong, and there are too many strong people.

Soon, the seven ancestor kings descended and attacked the black turtle, but the latter was also unable to resist, and the battle was exhausted.

"Beginless is dead, none of you can count on it!"

The cold words pierced the hearts of human beings.

Many people were angry and wanted to rush up to fight, but soon they found sadly that they were not even qualified to go up.

"Are you relying on this tortoise? Can he still fight? Can he still maintain the last sliver of your ridiculous dignity?"

The human being clenched his fists, his blood surged, and his teeth were gritted.

"It's a joke, the human race doesn't have the qualifications to be equal to us at all, how can it be held?"

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound from the sky and the earth, and a drum sounded in everyone's hearts.

A white body came out from the setting sun, pulling a long phantom, and was walking here step by step. He was dressed in white and snow-covered, with a heroic posture, moving forward firmly.

saint!

He is a saint who belongs to the human race!

The moment Ye Fan saw this figure, tears filled his eyes!

White-clothed God King Jiang Taixu!

After being ridiculed countless times, and even the black turtle was exhausted, the human race finally ushered in a saint, a saint of their own.

With his body stepping forward, he descended into the world like a fairy king, with extraordinary heroic appearance. As soon as it appeared, it was imprinted in everyone's heart, which shocked the ancient kings and human beings present.

"God King Jiang Taixu!"

Someone burst into tears and burst into tears.

This is exciting news, the human race also has their saints!

The ancestor king of the ancient times narrowed his eyes slightly and his heart trembled, but after a while, they sneered and said: "Just one saint, the human race is really weak!"

"No beginning is gone, you have no chance!"

However, as soon as he said this,

On the other side under the setting sun, there was a ray of light suddenly shining brightly, and the golden light was suddenly bright, almost condensing all the sunlight at this moment, forming a golden body.

The surging aura made the whole world tremble, and the terrifying majesty of the emperor's way erupted loudly, and the immense majesty swept the audience at this moment.

Whether it was the god king Jiang Taixu who had just appeared, or the ancient ancestor king present, his heart trembled at this moment.

"The majesty of the emperor's way!!"

"who?!"

Their hearts were trembling. There was a trace of the majesty of the emperor in this golden body, and this power of the emperor did not belong to any imperial weapon in the world!

This is a real person!

"Which clan is it?!"

"Such a character was born!"

Everyone was trembling, shocked, and terrified.

Compared with this body, the ancestor king of the ancient times and the saint of the human race are too big. The difference between the two is simply heaven and earth!

"Buzz!"

The air trembled, ripples spread, the golden light suddenly subsided, and a figure appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

He has black hair and black eyes, and is wearing a golden toga. There are golden rune dots between his brows, and there is a round of colorful light wheels behind his head, slowly rotating like a galaxy in the universe.

It's like a god descending into the world, with a faint smile on his face, but a domineering look in his eyes.

"Wow!"

The human race is boiling, this is a real human being!

As he walked barefoot, the emperor's prestige was revealed in his eyes, just like the sun god, radiating light and warming the hearts of everyone present.

God King Jiang Taixu was taken aback for a moment, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Human race, besides me, is there such an outstanding person?"

Ye Fan roared loudly, tearing up in excitement.

At this moment, the moment he saw this golden body, he recognized the other party's identity.

Emperor Zhun, Dacheng Eucharist! Your Highness the Qin Clan!

This person is indeed His Highness of the Qin clan!

"Did you see it? My human race is stronger than all your races!"

"He is the holy body of our human race!"

Ye Fan shouted in his heart, trembling with excitement at this moment.

Qin Yi's golden body is too dazzling, his majesty has not restrained, suppressing everything around him.

Everything, at this moment, seems to be bowing to him.

Stepping forward with bare feet, in just three steps, he has come in front of the seven ancestor kings of the ancient times.

"Don't the human race have the qualifications to participate in the grand meeting of all races?"

He raised his eyes slightly, obviously he was below, but he seemed to be looking down on the seven ancestor kings.

The seven ancestor kings were about to speak, but at this moment, a sudden majesty descended, the complexions of the seven ancestor kings changed, and their bodies creaked.

The blood burst out almost instantly, and his originally calm body knelt on the ground at this moment, his forehead was pressed against the ground, unable to lift up.

The terrifying coercion directly crushed them.

Qin Yi didn't seem to see the seven ancestor kings in his eyes. He glanced around and walked towards the Yaochi with an indifferent expression.

"Here, there seems to be no race that can be equal to the human race!"

After a few steps, he came to the seven ancestor kings kneeling on the ground.

"When will ants be able to sit with people?"

Calm words, but a strong domineering air is spreading outward! The majesty of the emperor's way suppresses the heroes and oppresses all races at this moment.

Countless people from other ethnic groups were sweating profusely at this moment, and they looked at Qin Yi in fear, not daring to raise their heads.

"What's the significance of the Yaochi Grand Meeting?"

"It's just the words of the human race!"

Qin Yi looked down and spoke lightly.

"All your races are weak."

"it disappointed me!"

It was quiet, and no one dared to speak indiscriminately in front of a quasi-emperor.

"All races withered and turned into ants!"