I rely on krypton gold to be invincible in all realms

Ye Qingyu and he are both descendants of the Holy Land, so it would be fine for him to have won a holy weapon, but this old guy, who is only at the seventh level of the Enlightenment Realm, dares to get involved?

"Humph!"

The gloomy old man had a cold expression on his face. He raised the purple-gold hammer and smashed it towards the sword light with a simple and rough blow.

boom!

The strong holy power pressed down, and the sword light exploded instantly. The residual power even blasted Lin Zhengtian away and smashed him heavily against the wall.

"Damn it!"

Lin Zhengtian's face was gloomy, and runes were flowing on his white robe, emitting a faint holy aura.

"Heh, you're indeed worthy of being the Holy Son of the Qingtian Holy Land. Even his clothes are holy artifacts."

"However, I am not afraid of you now."

The gloomy old man shook the purple-gold hammer in his hand with a smug look on his face.

However, the joy lasted less than two and a half seconds before the smile on his face suddenly froze.

The warhammer in his hand disappeared inexplicably, replaced by a rotten piece of wood.

"This……"

"what happened?"

"Where's my hammer?"

The holy soldier suddenly turned into rotten wood. This sudden change made everyone in the hall open their eyes wide and look shocked.

"Damn it, my holy soldier."

"Who is it? Come out..."

The gloomy old man crushed the wood in his hand and swept his gloomy eyes over everyone.

First came the four Enlightenment Realm elders closest to him, followed by Lin Zhengtian and the Primordial Saintess Ye Qingyu...

But when he looked at Ye Qingyu, his eyes were obviously stunned.

The other party was also holding a piece of wood in his hand, and the holy sword he had taken away was nowhere to be found.

Facing the gloomy old man's gaze, Ye Qingyu's face turned a little cold, and she threw the wooden stick aside.

pat!

The wooden stick fell to the ground with a harsh sound.

"Holy girl, this..."

Behind him, two maids were shocked and looked at the wooden stick on the ground with disbelief in their eyes.

Who was so terrifying? Even with the Saint Lady's cultivation, someone had her Saint Weapon snatched away silently.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind!"

"What a trick!"

"let's go!"

Ye Qingyu spoke in a cold voice. Without even looking at the people in the hall, she turned around and rushed towards the passage behind the hall.

Obviously, she had noticed who had taken the holy weapon.

Seeing this, the gloomy old man raised his feet and wanted to follow.

But at this moment, a shout filled with murderous intent rang out.

"Leave it to this Holy Son."

Lin Zhengtian's face was grim. He waved his hands and countless clear sword lights condensed out of thin air and slashed towards the gloomy old man.

He had just been knocked away by the opponent's hammer, so naturally he wanted to save face.

It won’t be too late to kill this old guy and seize the holy weapon later.

"Humph! How arrogant of you, youngster!"

"Even if you are the Holy Son of the Qingtian Holy Land, with your third level of enlightenment, do you still want to keep me here?"

The gloomy old man's face darkened. He raised his hand and slapped out, shattering the sword light.

At the same time, his aura surged and pressed towards Lin Zhengtian.

The holy weapon had been taken away from him, and he had no intention of wasting time here.

"You are only at the seventh level of the Enlightenment Realm. Watch as this Saint Son kills you."

Lin Zhengtian was enveloped by the aura and was not afraid at all.

He formed seals with his hands to gather his magical powers and charged directly towards the opponent.

"you wanna die."

The gloomy old man was furious, but seeing Lin Zhengtian coming towards him to kill him, he had no choice but to concentrate his magical powers to deal with him.

For a moment, a terrifying roar occurred in the entire hall.

The divine chain of order pierced through space, countless traces appeared and disappeared, and a terrifying storm rolled out from the broken space.

While the two were fighting, a certain Lao Liu was rushing towards the depths of the dojo at a very fast speed.

"hey-hey!"

"Tongzi, how many spirit stones are these two holy weapons worth?"

Qin Shou held a purple gold hammer in his left hand and a three-foot green sword in his right hand, with a faint smile on his face.

The magical power of stealing the sky and replacing the day is indeed useful. He got two holy weapons without any effort.

[Ding: These two holy weapons are worth two hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones. Host, do you want to trade?]

"Only two hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones?"

Qin Shou's breath was choked.

This is a holy weapon! Is it only worth this much?

[Ding: The system exchanges for the first level of Sainthood for only 100,000 top-grade spirit stones.]

"Uh……"

"All right!"

Qin Shou was speechless after hearing this.

According to Tongzi, it is really not cheap.

After all, exchanging for a saint's cultivation level only costs one hundred thousand. No matter how powerful a saint weapon is, it is just a weapon. It cannot be more expensive than a living saint.