You have a good chance, I accept it.

Qingcang has always maintained a superior attitude since he met everyone.

"I have met many geniuses in my life, but in the end, they either died in my hands or fell far behind me, and you are the same."

"I rose in the northern part of the Demon Realm, and have not seen the geniuses of the southern continent of the Demon Realm. Now, let me see how much weight this so-called genius of the southern continent of the Demon Realm has."

Ye Lin, who had been silent, smiled lightly, and his figure suddenly came to the air, looking at Qingcang from a distance.

"Arrogant."

Qingcang's face turned cold. It was the first time he heard someone dare to speak to him like this in his life.

"I don't know what you mean."

Qingcang waved his hand lightly, and the people behind him rushed towards the human genius on the ground.

A trace of excitement flashed in their eyes.

"Hahaha, the last Holy Son of our sect killed three of your human race's top geniuses in the last Void Burial, and your human race's genius killed dozens of people."

"Hearing such a record, my blood is boiling. I can't wait to fight in person. But now the opportunity is right in front of me. Come on, two-legged sheep of the human race, let me see."

The Holy Dragon Sect's genius who rushed to the front laughed excitedly.

"Arrogant."

The casual cultivator Zhao Zilong standing below was even more cold-faced. Then he swung his hand, and a silver spear appeared in front of him. The surface of the spear was even wrapped with a silver dragon phantom.

And he himself burst out with an extremely terrifying aura, and the sky was even more thunderous.

"Remember, the one who kills you is Zhao Zilong."

Zhao Zilong's face was grim. He kicked the spear in front of him away with one foot. The spear turned the spear head and flew towards the Holy Dragon Sect's genius. A thunder streaked in the air, and Zhao Zilong's body followed behind the spear.

"Come on, smash them. This time, we will definitely avenge our race last time."

The Demon Sect's master, Mo Yun, snorted coldly, and the demonic energy around him burst out, directly covering one of the Holy Dragon Sect's prodigies.

"Freeze everything."

Suddenly, a delicate shout came out, and one of the Holy Dragon Sect's prodigies felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the scene around him changed rapidly. When he saw it clearly again, he found that he had come to a world of ice and snow.

Looking around, there was a piece of ice and snow.

And in the center of the ice and snow, stood a peerless figure.

"The one who killed you is the goddess of the Frozen Holy Land, Widow Han."

Boom, boom, boom.

The ground suddenly shook, and then, only a few booms were heard, and several huge earth dragons turned over the entire ground. The earth dragons roared and directly rolled up a Holy Dragon Sect's prodigy.

"The one who killed you is Pan Tian Zong's senior disciple, Pan Wu."

A shirtless, muscular man stood on top of a dragon head with his arms folded, looking at the disciples of Sheng Long Zong in the distance.

"What's going on?"

Watching his fellow disciples disappear one after another, the disciple of Sheng Long Zong was confused. How could his fellow disciples disappear one after another without paying attention?

"Not good."

Suddenly, his face changed, and his body retreated at a very fast speed. When he thought he had reached a safe place, he looked at the place where he had stood before with lingering fear.

The place where he had stood before had already been wrapped in a ball of green light, and the dangerous aura emanating from it made his eyelids jump.

A man in a black robe walked out of the green mist. He smiled at the disciples of Sheng Long Zong in the distance, and then opened his lips and said.

"The one who killed you is Wan Jiang, the disciple of Wan Du Sect."

After Wan Jiang finished speaking, his body disappeared like a ghost, and the disciple of Sheng Long Zong looked around with vigilance.