Chapter 1820 Supreme Holy Land

Han Yu quietly hid his breath in the realm of the fourth level of Hualian in the middle stage of martial arts, and said: "I want to give you a surprise."

Xiao Ya suddenly said: "You don't want to surprise us, you want to surprise the enemy, right?"

There was also a turbulent sea in her heart, but it was much calmer than Meng Zuisheng.

"Late-stage Martial Saint Transformation Stage 1, what a surprise this is. Those enemies will probably be scared out of their wits, right? Haha..." Meng Zuisheng suddenly burst out laughing, even more excited than when he broke through to the late-stage Stage Martial Saint Stage Stage 1 Stage Wall Transformation.

Han Yu smiled lightly, and they continued on their way.

Zhongtianyu, the supreme holy land.

The Supreme Holy Land is located in a huge basin. As one of the Nine Heavens Overlords, it is still in the top three. The Supreme Holy Land has the same aura as the Yaochi Holy Palace. There are many temples in the basin, and the floating islands in mid-air are like stars. It is really a rare and blessed place for cultivation.

Recently, the Supreme Holy Land has been full of people, with countless distinguished guests coming and going.

Han Yu and the others just landed outside the mountain gate of the Supreme Holy Land, and the masters of the Supreme Holy Land greeted them with smiles.

As the lord of Yaochi Palace, Han Yu's current reputation, they dare not neglect at all.

"The lord of Yaochi Palace is here. I have lost my way, and I hope to forgive my sin." An old man came up to greet him, bowing again and again to make amends.

"Elder Yang is too polite." The Palace Master of Yaochi returned the greeting.

From the looming breath of the old man, it can be seen that he is a master of Hualian Yae in the middle stage of martial arts. Such a master came to welcome guests outside the door, which shows that the Supreme Holy Land attaches great importance to this Ten Thousand Races Conference.

"Fellow Daoist Han, you're being polite!" After seeing the ceremony, Elder Yang and Palace Master Yaochi hurriedly saluted Han Yu. Although Han Yu was a junior, he didn't dare to underestimate him.

It can be said that Han Yu's reputation in Nine Heavens and Ten Lands is no worse than any overlord in Nine Heavens.

Han Yu bowed his hands in salute.

Suddenly, Elder Yang's gaze was attracted by the horn on Han Yu's shoulder, and he said in astonishment, "Is this the King of the Golden Horn?"

Han Yu nodded with a smile.

Elder Yang's eyes widened. It is well known that the King of Golden Horn is the most outstanding genius of the Yaozu and the popular figure at this Ten Thousand Clans Conference. He did not expect to be so close to Han Yu.

Han Yu didn't explain to Elder Yang, nor did he need to.

Elder Yang thought of a lot at once. He glanced at Han Yu and Xiao Jiao strangely, took a deep breath to suppress the shock in his heart, and nodded to the saintess of Yaochi, Xiao Ya and Meng Zuisheng as a salute, and then retreated to On the side, he stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and said, "Palace Master, Fellow Daoist Han, please."

The Mistress of Yaochi nodded and walked in front, Han Yu and the Saintess of Yaochi followed behind her, Xiao Ya and Meng Zuisheng were at the end.

At this moment, another group of people arrived, all wearing black robes, and the leading old man was an old man with a face as pale as paper. The arrival of this group of people seemed to bring a cold wave, which caused the temperature here to drop a lot in an instant. Before the bustling gate of the Supreme Holy Land, everything became quiet all of a sudden, and everyone turned their attention to this group of people.

"People from the Demon Cult!"

Almost everyone frowned, with strong resistance.

All members of the Devil's Cult had gloomy faces and cold eyes, and they swept past the righteous people without emotion. Han Yu and the others quickly caught their attention.

"Golden Horn King? Why is it walking with Han Yu?" A member of the Devil's Cult suddenly exclaimed, looking at the little horn lying on Han Yu's shoulder in disbelief.

All the members of the Devil's Cult suddenly changed their colors, and strode towards Han Yu and the others.

"Golden Horn King, why are you with the villain Han Yu?" the old man, the leader of the Devil's Cult, asked the little horny angrily.

Before Xiao Jiao could reply, Meng Zuisheng scolded: "You guys are all villains!"

The old man cast a gloomy glance at Meng Zuisheng, and said angrily, "Boy, you are courting death!"

With Han Yu around, Meng Zui was afraid of being a bird, looked up at the old man with his head upright and said, "Old thief, if you dare to insult my boss, you are courting death!"

The old man was so angry that the three corpses jumped violently, and he slapped Meng Zuisheng with a palm, wishing to tear Meng Zuisheng's body to pieces.

"Hmph, I'm here, it's your turn to make a mistake!" The Mistress Yaochi snorted heavily.

"Brother Daoist, the Ten Thousand Clans Conference is about to be held, and ten thousand races coexist peacefully. Are you trying to break the balance?" Elder Yang said coldly.

The old man snorted softly and retracted his hand.

Suddenly, a ferocious man walked out from behind the old man, looking straight at Han Yu.

This person came out just now, and both the Saintess of Yaochi and Xiao Ya were taken aback. This person has two triangular eyes, red eyes, and this is not the most frightening thing, the most frightening thing is that on his left cheek, there are dense black runes, as if he was born with it.

The faces of the Saintess of Yaochi and Xiao Ya changed slightly, feeling nauseated.

"Han Yu, you dare to kill my younger brother. At the Ten Thousand Clans Conference, I will use your soul to commemorate my "Demon Soul Dafa". Remember my name——Hun Qianfan, you belong to me." The man said coldly, his eyes flickering.

Han Yu snorted lightly.

"You are Hun Qianfan who ranks third on the Ten Thousand Races Tianjiao list? You are ugly, my boss will get his hands dirty if he kills you. If you dare to provoke my boss, you will be drowned in a mouthful of saliva at the Ten Thousand Clans Conference!" Meng Zuisheng scolded.

"Shua!"

In Hun Qianfan's eyes, two streams of blood suddenly rushed out and rushed towards Meng Zuisheng. These two streams of bloody water carried a strong corrosive atmosphere.

Han Yu quietly stretched out his left hand, grabbed the two streams of blood, a wisp of black vitality sprang out from his hand, and instantly wiped out the blood.

Hun Qianfan looked at Han Yu for a long time, finally let out a cold snort, cast a cold glance at Meng Zuisheng, and left with the other members of the Demon Cult.

"Hmph, hurry up and enjoy the few days you can live." Meng Zuisheng kindly reminded.

Everyone in the Demon Cult was gnashing their teeth in anger.

"Boy, you have the guts to participate in the Ten Thousand Races Conference, I will smash your mouth!" A Demon Sect disciple gritted his teeth.

"You wasted five breaths of living time. When you die, you will regret why you didn't make good use of this time to enjoy life, but played fiercely in front of me." Meng Zuisheng said with a loud voice.

What he said was really irritating, even Xiao Ya couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Several Demon Cult disciples suffered internal injuries from anger.

"Several, please come inside!" Elder Yang glanced at Meng Zuisheng with a smile, thinking that this boy is really talented.

Elder Yang kept sending several people to the VIP reception area of ​​the Supreme Holy Land, and asked the people inside to lead them in before he retreated.

Just entering this area, a man walked towards him, causing Han Yu to narrow his eyes slightly. The man also saw Han Yu, his eyes were not avoiding, and he looked at Han Yu calmly.

This person is none other than Han Yu's old rival Qi Tianxia.