Everyone in the ancient tribe looked towards the temple with nervous expressions.

Especially Gu Zhentian, no one noticed that his hands holding the crutch tightened, and blue veins rose up on his skin as old as tree bark.

Even if his martial arts cultivation is as powerful as his, he cannot hide his inner tension at this moment.

Not only him, but also Gu Cang and others, they all stared at the front.

boom!

At this moment, suddenly, they all felt an extremely powerful aura erupting from the temple.

That aura is many times stronger than that of Gu Zhentian, the strongest man of the ancient clan.

Although they have never felt it before, at this moment, they have a very familiar feeling.

"It's... the breath of Lord Emperor Yu!" Everyone in the ancient clan was ecstatic when they saw this, "Lord Emperor Yu, has he appeared?"

How many years have it been?

Thousands of years have passed since the ancient tribe, in the name of Emperor Yu, came to the Western land.

In the far east, there were great achievements of Lord Emperor Yu, and the news of Lord Emperor Yu's dedication to heaven... Until the Jedi Heaven is connected.

They never saw Emperor Yu again, and there were no messengers from the East to visit them.

Not even, I saw the statue of Emperor Yu and appeared once.

It seemed that Lord Emperor Yu had completely forgotten their clan.

And now, the statue of Lord Emperor Yu has finally appeared.

"See Lord Emperor Yu!" Gu Zhentian Lao burst into tears and hurriedly knelt down, heading towards the temple, and bowed respectfully.

Grandma Hua, Grandpa Tong and Qing'er, as well as other ancient tribes who came out of the house after hearing the news, also knelt down one after another.

Lord Emperor Yu did not forget them, their slave tribe who worked hard and made great contributions.

Swish!

At this moment, Gu Zhentian suddenly stood up and looked into the distance, his eyes cold, "Who is it?"

The others also quickly looked over.

Soon, two old men came in. They were the Holy King and the God King of the Holy Court.

The moment he saw them, a trace of solemnity flashed in Gu Zhentian's eyes. After a while, he finally calmed down slowly and asked calmly: "So it's you."

"When will I, a little ancient tribe, dare to worry about the noble Holy King coming?"

Grandma Hua, Grandpa Tong and others even glared at the Holy King, "Our ancient tribe does not welcome you, get out of here."

This holy king has been in charge of the holy court for three hundred years.

Over the past three hundred years, the number of the ancient tribe has plummeted by more than 70%, which is not without the "contribution" of this holy king.

He captured one ancient tribe after another as experimental subjects and regarded the ancient tribe as livestock.

Therefore, the entire ancient clan hated this holy king to the core.

The Holy King didn't care, and smiled slightly and looked at the ancient town Tian said, "Old friend, you and I have been in love for more than two hundred years, why should you be so heartless?"

He said as he walked into the ancient village.

"Besides, I want to come to your ancient village, how can you stop it? Since you can't resist it, why not treat it as a guest and the host and the host are happy, which is also a good thing."

He walked slowly, although he was old, his face contained in great confidence.

"Fart!" Hearing this, Grandma Hua suddenly became furious, "A robber, a beast, is it worthy of being a guest of my ancient clan?"

"Get out. Otherwise, even though I know that I will lose to the old woman, I will let you know that my ancient tribe is not a place where you can force yourself to break into."

While speaking, Grandma Hua took a step forward, and her eyebrows were full of evil spirits.

"Ancient flowers, retreat!" At this moment, the ancient town Tianduan shouted.

Although Grandma Hua is also not young, she dare not disobey her in front of Gu Zhentian, who is the patriarch, and can only retreat unwillingly.

The ancient town sky took a step forward, looked directly at the Holy King, and said coldly: "Saint King, although you can control the sealing power in my ancient tribe's bloodline, you may not be able to gain much advantage in front of me."

"I don't want to fight you, so I'll ask you to leave."

The Holy King smiled slightly, "It's okay to want me to leave. This time, I'm not here for your ancient tribe. But for the young man from the east named Xiao Chen."

"Leave him to me, I turn around and leave. Otherwise, even if I don't want to, I may have to splatter the ancient tribe today."

As he said that, he looked at Gu Zhentian, "Old friend, what do you think?"

When Gu Zhentian heard this, his heart was slightly shaking. He knew that today's battle might be inevitable. He shook his head and sighed, "Since you are struggling with each other, I have lived for 376 years now, and I should have gone to see Gu Zu long ago."

"Today, I want to see if you can step over my body."

As he spoke, the aura on Gu Zhentian's body suddenly surged and he took a step forward.

As he turned his hand, there seemed to be a mountain in his palm, and he suppressed the Holy King.

Boom!

The heaven and earth shake, shattering the void.

The large void was annihilated, and in an instant, the violent power had already hit the heads of the Saint King and the God King.

The God King is the Lord of the Twelve Gods.

The strength is even higher than the twelve gods.

But at this moment, under the palm of Guzhentian, his whole body was clattering and he couldn't even move.

The Holy King didn't care, and his scepter was placed in the air, as if he could hold it with one hand even if the vast sky suppressed it.

At the same time, he snorted coldly, "Since you are shameless, I can't say that today I can only destroy your ancient clan. A mere group of old, weak, sick and disabled people are trying to stop me? Overestimate your ability!"

While he was speaking, he suddenly muttered something.

Between the heaven and earth, there are the voids in all directions, as if gods are singing.

All the ancient tribes present, except Gu Cang, couldn't help but groan and bleeding from their seven orifices.

At that time, the first generation of holy kings borrowed the power of the gods to plant the seal of gods in the bodies of the ancient clan. Now, although the Western gods are absolutely scattered, the secret method of urging the seal of gods has been passed down in the holy court.

Although it is impossible to directly kill the ancient clan, it can greatly suppress the combat effectiveness of the ancient clan.

As for Gu Cang, it was because the blood of the ancient clan was burned so that he could not be affected.

In addition, only Gu Zhentian can rely on extremely powerful cultivation to barely support it.

"A mere group of defeated generals, the Saint King was able to suppress your ancient clan. How could I not be able to deal with your ancient town?" The Saint King sneered.

Gu Zhentian's eyebrows were filled with evil aura. When he turned his hand, a pill appeared in his hand and said in a cold voice: "In the past, I thought that my ancient clan had not yet reached the point of life and death, and did not want to use this last trump card, which led to the death of many clans."

"Today, the ancient tribe is at the forefront of survival. I have to rely on my own life to suppress the tribe's fortune. For my ancient tribe, I will seek another chance of life."
Chapter completed!