Xiuxian: I really don’t want to be a bootlicker!.

……

Sage Flame Heart sneered.

In an instant, the whole person turned into a burning fireball.

It was like a meteor that streaked through the void and rushed towards the entrance of this small world.

And noticed that something unexpected happened.

The colorful Nirvana Jade that was slowly cracking seemed to have stopped cracking as if the pause button was pressed.

The Holy Spirit within it will no longer be born.

Upon seeing this, Saint Yuehua understood what his fellow tribesman meant, but shook his head. "I'm also a Holy Spirit. I know you want to see how things play out, hoping we'll be beaten to death..."

"But it's useless. The two of us are invincible in the semi-saint realm, even at the cost of our own cultivation."

"Even if the Heavenly Emperor of that time encountered the two of us at the same level, he would have perished on his immortal journey."

"So, accept your fate."

"Although the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade has cracks and is no longer flawless, it can still hold its own for a while."

"Stop coming into the world now and let me extract your essence. This Nirvana Jade might be able to last until you nurture it for another hundred years before it completely cracks. By then, your aptitude and cultivation might even reach a higher level..."

"Besides, even if the two of us were beaten to death, who would be able to look at the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade and not be tempted? Who would be able to look at this Nirvana Holy Liquid and not be tempted? You will eventually be born."

"So, accept your fate..."

Before Saint Yuehua could finish his words, he felt Saint Yanxin returning at a rapid speed, even faster than when he left.

This made the corners of his mouth curl up.

But the next moment, he realized something was wrong.

In the blink of an eye, Saint Flame Heart was seen crashing into the mountain next to the Divine Peak like a meteorite.

In an instant, the mountains collapsed, the earth shook, and the entire small world's void was shaking.

If it weren't for the extraordinary material of the divine peak that holds the seven-colored Nirvana Jade in the middle, and the protection of spiritual charm.

I'm afraid that the sacred peak will collapse under this impact and turn into a pile of ruins.

And when he saw the situation of Saint Yanxin clearly, his pupils shrank.

Half of the body made of Flame Heart Glaze Stone was directly smashed away.

Even the inexhaustible divine fire at the core became shaky, as if it would be extinguished at the next moment.

And looking at the edge of the injury on the flesh, one could easily tell that it was a palm print.

Saint Yuehua's mouth opened wide.

Saint Yanxin was slapped into this state?

How can this be?

Could it be that a saint has arrived?

Otherwise, who has this ability?

And the woman who was watching from within the colorful Nirvana Jade had a hint of shock in her indifferent pupils.

They all looked towards the entrance of the small world.

I saw two figures in the distance, like a couple of gods, hugging each other's arms intimately, floating towards me.

They could even hear the two of them talking.

"Who's so worthless that he suddenly attacked me with a rock? I was so scared!"

This is a man's voice.

Soon, a female voice rang out: "It must be the Holy Spirit here. The Holy Spirits never waste time in battle. They are indifferent to everything and only care about victory!"

"I hate enemies who won't let me talk like this. Before a big fight, we should be polite and praise each other. We should all be happy before we fight!"

"These Holy Spirit Clan in the world of immortal cultivation really have no manners at all!"

……

Saint Yuehua stared at the two of them.

Feeling the cultivation level of the two, his expression changed.

The two of them are merely king-level cultivators in the middle stage of the third level of Mahayana.

It was so easy to injure Saint Flame Heart into such a miserable state with just one strike.

Saint Yuehua's gaze seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, and he subconsciously passed the woman and looked directly at the man.

The man exuded a strong aura of the Holy Spirit's curse.

Looking at the entire world of immortal cultivation, there is only one person who can reach the king level, possess such strength, and is even cursed by the Holy Spirit.

"Heir of the Heavenly Emperor?"

Saint Yuehua had a serious expression on his face.

He had been disdainful before, but now that he saw Ye Chen with his own eyes, he felt the danger.

He was originally a saint. Even though he committed suicide, he was still far superior to his former semi-saint self.

But at this moment, a feeling of uneasiness still welled up in my heart.

This shows that the descendants of the Emperor of Heaven are far more terrifying than the rumors outside.

If the descendants of the Emperor of Heaven join forces with the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade, they might really die in the fourth realm.

At this moment, Saint Flame Heart had also struggled to reassemble his body. The divine fire deep in his chest, which symbolized his original power, began to boil again, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

However, he, who was always irritable and easily angered, now had a look of fear on his face.

He probably never thought in his life that one day he would have the opportunity to experience the humiliation of being slapped away by a junior in the King Realm.

The two men stared at the descendant of the Emperor of Heaven, no longer showing the ease and arrogance they had when they had previously threatened to embark on a journey to immortality and kill the descendant of the Emperor of Heaven.

The descendant of the Heavenly Emperor is so evil that he seems to have broken the conventional rules of the cultivation world.

When they met him in person, the inexplicable pressure emanating from the other party made them feel as if they were meeting the Lotus Emperor.

This feeling does not come from a direct comparison of cultivation levels.

It is an indescribable and extremely mysterious spiritual shock.

Looking at each other at this moment, neither of them had any confidence in winning.

"Heir of the Heavenly Emperor, what are you doing here?"

Neither of them took action, and Saint Yuehua even took the initiative to ask, with most of the hostility in his tone restrained.

They were unwilling to conflict with Ye Chen at this moment.

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at the two of them, a little surprised.

It doesn't mean that I am carrying the curse of the Holy Spirit.

Will the Holy Spirit go crazy and kill me when he sees me?

Aren’t they said that the Holy Spirits are ruthless people who only attack and don’t bully others?

Why do these two people in front of me seem so easy to talk to?

But he hit me as soon as we met, what else is there to say?

The origin of the two should belong to themselves.

So Ye Chen asked Lan Nuo beside him to wait for a while.

A thought came to my mind.

The sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand. A purple-gold hand descended from the heavens, suppressing the two with a force that seemed to imprison the heavens and the earth.

Wherever this huge hand passed, the void became stagnant like a frozen lake, like an invisible high wall that completely blocked the two people's retreat, unable to break through or escape.

The two men's expressions changed, their eyes filled with humiliation and anger.

They are always the ones who are too lazy to talk nonsense and take the initiative.

In the fifth realm, you can do whatever you want.

Today, the descendants of the Emperor of Heaven are even more cruel than them.

This is simply rebellion against Tiangang!