After pondering for a while, the Saint Ancestor Beiyan said loudly:

"So what? It's okay to pay some price for the longevity. If we hadn't cleared the chaos and turned the chaotic Central Plains into four major powers, how could there be a thousand years of stability?"

"If it weren't for me, there would be more people who died in the world."

"Although every few hundred years, we will launch a great robbery to plunder the essence of life to supplement our own loss of origin, under the suppression of the four major countries, the people in the world can live much better than they were a thousand years ago!"

"You said, what's wrong with us?"

"Of course there is nothing wrong with you. After we destroy the four Central Plains, we will follow you, establish a country, use national destiny to cover up the secrets of heaven, and then live for a thousand years," Zuo Qiansheng smiled wildly.

"I understand, you just want to replace us, and then start a great disaster, plunder the vitality of life and make up for the origin, but are you worthy? To achieve this, you must at least take a step beyond the human fairyland. You are just showing the holy realm. Can you do it?"

"You don't need to worry about this. Anyway, you won't see that day. Another function of this original Dzi bead is to break the secret of the heavenly secrets that you have covered with the fortune of the Northern Yan State."

"You said, what would happen if you were targeted by the heavenly way? This thousand-year karma and killing disaster is enough to completely eliminate you, and you can't even reincarnate. This is the price you will pay."

Zuo Qiansheng stared at the Saint Ancestor Beiyan.

Hearing Zuo Qiansheng's words, the Holy Ancestors of the Four Kingdoms changed their faces.

In this world, no one can pose a threat to them. The only thing that can make them afraid is the way of heaven in the dark.

For the past thousand years, each of them has been stained with the karma of millions of creatures on their hands, which has indirectly caused the demise of millions of creatures.

All these karma are counted on them.

Only when they know this will imprison themselves in the capital and use national fortune to suppress their aura, because they are afraid of being targeted by the way of heaven.

Zhang Jing listened to these words silently and narrowed his eyes.

Compared with them, he is really a good person.

The people killed by their own hands will never exceed ten thousand, and most of them will die of enemies that have a causal relationship with them.

However, Zhang Jing really remembered what they said about blood sacrifice.

If one day he really hasn't made a breakthrough when his life span is approaching and he doesn't know whether he will do such things for the sake of immortality.

However, if the original Dzi beads they mentioned would really pose a great threat to these saints, Zhang Jing would have the ability to protect himself in Dongqi.

But Zhang Jing doesn't know what the real function of this thing is. If it is more useful, Zhang Jing will not use it to threaten the Holy Ancestor of Dongqi.

"You dare!!!"

The Saint Ancestor of Northern Yan, Murong Jue, shouted softly and pointed at Zuo Qiansheng, wanting to kill him and take back the original Dzi bead.

When the Northern Yan Saint Ancestor took action, the other three Saint Ancestors also started to take action directly. They could not leave behind this thing that could threaten their lives.

It must be in your own hands.

"snort!"

Yang Dingtian, the leader of the White Lotus Sect, the Venerable Lingshan and the middle-aged Taoist sect of Shangqing Taoist Sect, also began to intercept them at this moment. Since they really have the means to destroy these saints, they will definitely fight to the death.

For thousands of years, these top sects have been suppressed. Even if they have the powerful power of showing saints, they have to lie dormant.

The white small sword in the sword emperor's hand suddenly burst out with white light, and infinite sword energy burst out, shattering the void and shattering the attack of the Northern Yan Saint Ancestor.

"Get out!" The Saint Ancestor Beiyan shouted loudly, waved his palm lightly, and slapped the little sword away.

While these people were taking action, Zhang Jing and others were not idle and found their opponents one after another.

The Northern Yan Emperor Murong Li, who was sure to win below, was a little panicked.

He never expected that the other party could have a way to counter the Saint Ancestor.

He originally thought that the four saints were here, and the Holy Ancestor of the Great Yan was in his heyday in Yanjing.

Even if they have dozens of powerful people, they can only kill them.

"Hahaha...Murong Jue, die!"

Zuo Qiansheng laughed three times, as if he was seeing Murong Jue's eager appearance, and he felt very happy.

After laughing, Zuo Qiansheng tapped on the original Dzi bead in his hand a few times.

Let it bloom with an amazing light blue light.

"disease!!!"

Zuo Qiansheng threw the original Dzi bead into the void.

The Saint Ancestor of Northern Yan wanted to take it back, but with the Sword Emperor and Zuo Qiansheng blocked him, he could only watch the original Dzi beads still in the void.

The next moment, Zhang Jing saw a scene that surprised him.

The light blue light blooming of the original Dzi bead penetrated a long river and seemed to be connected with the indescribable way of heaven.

"That's the long river of luck in Beiyan?" Zhang Jing murmured with wide eyes.

The long river seemed to be nothingness, only revealed when the original Dzi bead burst, but it soon disappeared.

But above the nine heavens, there was a rumbling sound.

In the endless void, a captivating power suddenly burst out.

Zhang Jing, who was in the realm of heaven and man, felt extremely frightened.

Zhang Jing opened his Dharma eyes and looked at him. The dazzling light almost blinded the Dharma eyes, which scared Zhang Jing so much that he hurriedly retracted the Dharma eyes.

In just a moment, everyone in Yanjing City saw a scene that they could not forget.

There are endless divine thunders of various colors spread throughout the void above the nine heavens.

The previously condensed demon cloud could not withstand the pressure and directly collapsed.

Zhang Jing hurriedly withdrew thousands of meters.

He was the first one. After he withdrew, everyone retreated ten thousand meters away, leaving only the Saint Ancestor of Beiyan who stayed in place with horror.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to leave, but his figure has been watched and he can’t leave at all, so he can only resist.

Several saints including Dongqi and Xichu hurriedly used magic tricks to hide their breath to the lowest level.

Fortunately, the original Dzi bead only broke the fate of the Northern Yan Kingdom, and it did not affect them, but they did not dare to gamble, and quickly suppressed their own breath, for fear of leaking the breath and being watched by the Heavenly Dao.

The Emperor Beiyan below looked at the scene with an anxious expression. He knew that once something happened to the Holy Ancestor, Beiyan would definitely not be able to continue to exist.

Suddenly, Emperor Beiyan seemed to have heard some voice transmission, his eyes narrowed. In an instant, Emperor Beiyan said to the old man in white beside him:

"Senior, please arrest all the Murong children in the palace now."

The old man in white nodded silently and did not ask why.

With one hand, he moved a palace directly.

The palace is the Northern Yan royal family, one of the backup plans prepared by Murong Li in advance. If things cannot be done, these Murong's children can escape.

But now I don't care about so much.

The one who sent him the message was the Saint Ancestor of Northern Yan. What he said was to use the blood sacrifice of the Murong family's children to allow him to escape the disaster. After measuring it, Murong Li immediately agreed.

It doesn't matter if they die, they can still be reborn. Murong's family will not perish, but if the Holy Ancestor is gone, Murong's family can only be flesh on the sticky board.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty, what's wrong?"

"Father..."

"Grandpa Emperor..."

A group of people rushed out of the hall and looked at Murong Li.

Before Murong Li could speak.

The long-sittered disaster in the sky came down.

Murong Jue looked a little frightened, but he did not retreat. Instead, he summoned the ancient small sword in Xiang Tianxiao's hand and faced the fallen blue divine thunder.

"boom!"

The first divine thunder was destroyed, but the ancient small sword also lost its spirituality and was destroyed by a blow, and fell directly to the ground.

Although it has been destroyed, the power of this divine thunder is shocking.

You should know that this little sword is an ancient treasure. Its own power is extraordinary, but its spirituality is directly destroyed under this catastrophe thunder.

However, the divine thunder in the sky seemed to be angry, and three consecutive red catastrophe thunders directly locked on Murong Jue.

Murong Jue waved his hand and placed layers of protection all over his body, but he still couldn't stop it.

It collapsed under the red catastrophe thunder with one touch.

"boom......"

A terrifying sound exploded.

The thunder bombarded Murong Jue's body.

In an instant, the arrogant Murong Jue's body was almost defeated.

A "bang!" fell into the ground.

Murong Li looked shocked and hurriedly asked the old man in white to throw the children of the Murong royal family in the hall out of the formation.
To be continued...