And behind this person, there were several minor saints and several true saints.

"It's you!"

Poet Saint Du Fuzi showed deep anxiety in his eyes: "You are not dead!"

"Hahahaha, how could I die? I am the Demonic Elder of the Sun Moon God Sect!

Is it possible for me to die that easily?"

The visitor laughed wildly.

The Sun-Moon God Sect originally fell apart ten thousand years ago.

Some people were sealed like the Nirvana Martial Saint and the Bloodthirsty Martial Saint.

Some people survived secretly.

For example, this is the case with Elder Motian.

One of the top powerhouses of the Sun Moon God Sect.

I didn’t know what my strength was in the past.

But now, what he has is the strength of the Great Sage.

Moreover, he has now founded a sect named "Demon Sect".

But in my heart, I am still loyal to the Sun and Moon God Sect.

"Mohai, you lead people to help Lord Qisha escape from the seal completely.

I'll deal with this old guy!"

Motian said indifferently.

"yes!"

Mo Hai, deputy leader of Motian Sect.

The Little Saint existed perfectly, leading a group of True Saints and False Saints towards the infinite sea of ​​trees.

And Motian killed the poet saint Du Fuzi.

"The Sun and Moon Divine Sect is indeed inherited from the Twelve Evils.

But you are a human being.

You actually want to work for the Wei Xian Clan?"

The Poet Saint asked coldly while fighting Mo Tian.

"Haha, what's wrong with the human race?

There are also despicable people among human beings.

I chose to join the Fairy Clan.

Why not let them purify this world?

Everyone has their own way of living, right?"

Mo Tian sneered, and his attacks became more powerful.

This person's strength is really terrifying.

Even the poet saint Du Fuzi was 50-50 open to him.

On the other side, Mo Hai and others have entered the infinite sea of ​​trees.

Destroy the last remaining altar.

At that moment, a terrifying roar rang out.

Qi Sha, completely out of trouble.

I don’t know how much strength it can reach tens of thousands of years ago.

But this guy's escape is not good news for the tree world or the ancestral dragon world.

boom!

Stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and boulders shattered.

A huge figure rose into the sky.

At a height of 100 meters, it is frightening to look at.

"Hahaha, I'm free!

I am finally free!"

Qisha laughed, no longer simply roaring, but laughing excitedly.

Although the appearance of the Wei Xian clan is a bit weird.

They basically have white hair and horns on their heads.

But there are some differences.

Everyone's horns are different.

The colors are different.

The shapes are different.

The quantity is also different.

Qisha is more like a standing sacred cow.

"Chu Renxiong!

You want to seal us.

Sacrificed his own life.

What's the use?

We are not dead after all.

But you died.

I will definitely make you regret it.

I will kill your descendants one by one.

May you suffer forever!"

Watching the terrifying figure of Qisha shaking, his aura continued to increase.

The poet-sage Du Fuzi was very worried.

It would be troublesome to raise this guy to the extreme.

But what can he do.

He is now blocked by Motian and cannot attack Qisha at all.

At this time, Qisha's figure gradually became smaller.

Maintaining your true form will consume too much energy.

Therefore, the Fairy Tribe also likes to maintain a normal size.

That is about two meters.

Qisha turned into a middle-aged man.

The rest of the place is not much different from the human race.

Only her hair is still white.

The eyes are blood red.

On its head is a pair of black horns.

Even if it has been sealed for tens of thousands of years.

His aura is actually no weaker than that of Mo Tian and Shi Sheng.

"Hahaha, go to hell!"

Qisha saw the Poet.

Extremely angry.

He punched the poet.

Join forces with Motian to kill the Poet Saint here.

Two great saints join forces to deal with one great saint.

And the strength itself is almost the same.

How could the Poet Sage win?
To be continued...