Wow, the husband I kidnapped is not a human

Hai Qingqing and He Zhiqiu stared at her blankly, unable to utter a word of comfort.

The night slips away quietly...

In the dimness of the early morning, Hai Qingqing and He Zhiqiu left a letter for Cheng Yinxiao and the other two, and after sending a messenger falcon to the holy land they belonged to, they quietly walked out of the south gate of Juhua City with all the masters of the three holy lands.

Zhan Muting, with half of her face red and the other half pale, was lying on a soft couch, her whole body shaking uncontrollably, her muscles cramping inch by inch, but her eyes were full of murderous intent and determination.

Zhan Muting also sent a letter to the Dunshi Sect, and the letter ended like this: The glory of the holy land must not be desecrated, Zhan will protect it with his death, Muting, I bid farewell!

The soft couch swayed and moved forward, and after passing a small hill, we saw a lush bamboo forest.

In front of the bamboo forest is a large flat open space, in the center of which stands a ten-foot-high stone tablet.

The stone tablet reads: The burial place of thirty-five masters from the three holy places

The people from the three holy places stopped almost at the same time, their eyes filled with anger.

The number of people who came this time was exactly thirty-five, no more, no less.

It seems that the other party knows the whereabouts of us very well!

A gust of wind blew, and the bamboo forest rustled...

He Zhiqiu snorted coldly and said, "This is too much!"

After she finished speaking, she jumped out. Without touching the words in front, she flew to the back of the stone tablet and quickly carved the eight characters "The burial place of the Lord of the Holy Continent".

After thinking for a while, he carved another line of small characters next to it: Today, there is a shameless villain, arrogant and conceited, who privately calls himself the "Lord of the Holy Continent". He was so bold as to challenge the Holy Land, but was eventually defeated and died due to his lack of strength. This monument is a testimony to his being laughed at for thousands of years!

After carving, He Zhiqiu hit the stone tablet with both palms, and the stone tablet immediately changed direction, and the original front side became the back side.

"Hahaha... Well done, what Saint He wrote is really pleasing to the heart! Hahaha..." Hai Qingqing laughed, "We have many people and we will never fail in this battle. Let that stupid 'Saint Continent Lord' rest here forever and taste the bitter fruit of her own making!"

The other people from the three holy places also laughed, their morale was high...

The last bit of darkness in the sky faded away quietly, the dawn light came over the earth, and the east was finally bright.

The people from the three holy places were all staring quietly in the direction of the bamboo forest...

At the same time, two teams of people walked out from the left and right sides of the bamboo forest in an orderly and swift manner. Each team had thirty-six people, for a total of seventy-two people.

The two teams stood in front of the bamboo forest, each of them holding their heads high and looking straight ahead, as disciplined as an army.

Hai Qingqing and He Zhiqiu looked at the seventy-two people, their faces darkening little by little.

It turns out that the other party is not just one person, he also has power, and all of them are top-notch masters.

Among these seventy-two people, the weakest one had reached the third level of Venerable, and the two leading ones were actually at the first level of Saint King.

Such a huge force, which faction do they belong to? How did they manage to develop to this day without being noticed by the three holy places?

For a moment, everyone in the three holy places looked at each other, too shocked to speak.

However, what shocked them even more was yet to come...

Just as a low command was heard, the seventy-two people in front of them quickly and uniformly spread out in a goose-wing formation. Everyone stood respectfully, leaving only a relatively wide passage in the middle, as if they were welcoming someone.

Could it be that the two Level 3 Saint Kings who were leading the group just now were not the real bosses?

Hai Qingqing and He Zhiqiu looked at each other and saw the restrained heaviness and tension in each other's eyes.

The sound of orderly footsteps was heard again not far away, and almost at the same time, eight teams appeared in front of everyone.

The eight teams maintained a neat formation, meticulously, and quickly came to the front of the crowd, and then quickly merged into the previous two teams.

In a moment, the goose-wing formation became larger.

The two people in the lead were Jiang Ying, who was dressed in black, and Feng Chuixue. Both of them were now at the fourth level of Saint King.

The eight teams they brought had a total of 308 people, and each person's cultivation level was similar to that of the previous two teams.

Looking at this terrifying force, if the Saint Palace does not take action, even the three holy places may not be its opponent. Everyone in the three holy places feels like they are dreaming, and it is a super terrifying nightmare.

Oh my God, when did such a force emerge in this world? Where on earth were they hiding before? Why didn't the three holy places receive any news?

What made the people from the three holy places collapse was that they found that this group of people were still waiting, which meant that the leader of this group of people had not come out yet.

Who are they waiting for?

The people from the three holy places didn't have to wait too long before the answer was revealed.

A man and a woman suddenly appeared in the green bamboo forest.

The woman is extremely beautiful and heroic, like the Lady of the Nine Heavens descended to the mortal world.

The man was handsome, noble and elegant, like an immortal banished from heaven to the human world.

The two of them, both dressed in white, looked like a pair of immortal lovers, walking hand in hand slowly from the green bamboo forest...

When the more than 300 masters on both sides saw the two people, they all showed respectful expressions at the same time, as if those two people were gods in their hearts.

"Jun Fuyao, that's Jun Fuyao, and Di Yanqing..." Zhan Muting, who was sitting on the couch, suddenly screamed as if she saw a ghost.

After hearing this, the people from the three holy places were so shocked that they were speechless...

Aren't these two dead? How come they are alive again? Not only are they alive, but their cultivation has greatly improved.

“Saint Master Zhan, are you surprised? Are you shocked? You are a Saint Master after all. You must have seen all kinds of storms. Is it necessary to lose your composure like this?” Jun Fuyao, dressed in fluttering white, stood out from the crowd, and teased with a smile, his eyes were indeed cold.

Looking at Jun Fuyao's familiar young face, Zhan Muting felt as if she had been hit hard on the head with a stick. She felt dizzy and shocked to the point of temporarily losing the ability to speak.

"Jun Fuyao, are you the Lord of Holy Continent?" Hai Qingqing took a deep breath, took a step forward, and stood in front of Zhan Muting.

"What do you think?" Jun Fuyao asked with a calm smile, "You are the Sea Saint of Dream Valley, right?"

“Yes, it is Hai.” Hai Qingqing looked at Jun Fuyao with burning eyes and asked uncertainly, “Excuse me, are you… a Saint now?”

Jun Fuyao flicked his sleeves and waved his hands, saying, "Oh, it's just good luck, not worth mentioning. Compared with the diligent and hard work of the seniors, I am really ashamed."

Hai Qingqing: ...

I always feel like she's showing off and I really want to hit her.

Hai Qingqing looked at Jun Fuyao, who seemed to be even more powerful than the 'Ethereal Physique', and smiled bitterly in her heart: The Holy Land made a big mistake this time. Not only did they miss such a genius, but they also forced her to become an enemy...