In the next moment, the ferocious shockwave changed direction once again and charged towards a deep mountain of the Sacred Mountain, where immortal qi was steaming.
"Oh no!" Duanmu Qingtian and Duanmu Xiaoman saw Su Yi and Xue Honglou falling like birds with broken wings. They immediately turned into streams of light and caught them!
With Duanmu Xiaoman supporting him, Su Yi's meridians were on the verge of shattering. His Great Void Divine Ocean was extremely dry, as if his entire body had been hollowed out.
On the other hand, Duanmu Qingtian was supporting Xuehonglou. Xuehonglou's condition was not much better than Su Yi's.
"Crack!"
In the deepest part of the Sacred Mountain, a mountaintop was split open from the middle. A thunderous sound was accompanied by a soaring golden light, dazzling everyone and making them want to prostrate themselves!
"Boom!"
The golden light was rampant, and a torrential metallic energy emerged as a sharp storm. Energy swept out from all directions.
"I never thought that I would be able to see the Holy Ruler's Emperor Sword in my lifetime!"
The old voice instantly covered all the noise. At this moment, the Sacred Mountain suddenly quieted down. Countless people's eyes fell on the golden light.
The golden light surged, and an old figure slowly floated out from the middle of the split body.
The two bright eyes that shot out were like lamps that could see through people's hearts. In an instant, they carried a huge amount of soul energy, shocking everyone!
The figure that came out was not tall and straight. He was dressed in simple and plain clothes, but it revealed that he was not an ordinary old man. Although his eyes were small, they were bright. His snow-white hair danced in the wind. His face was full of wrinkles and looked lifeless. He looked like an old man with one foot in the grave.
His hands that were hidden in his sleeves were broad and thick. His huge knuckles were densely covered with calluses. It was as if he could shatter the void with a casual grab.
"Holy … Holy Eaves Elder!" Duanmu Xiongtu's eyes were filled with excitement. Tears flowed as he knelt on the ground and shouted!
"What! The Patriarch of the Sacred Mountain, the Holy Eaves Patriarch! The supreme expert from eight hundred years ago! "
The eyes of the Holy Mountain's disciples and experts glowed with excitement. Immediately, thunderous noises of people kneeling and kowtowing resounded throughout the mountain range.
"Greetings, Holy Eaves Patriarch! Holy Eaves Patriarch, save the Sacred Mountain! "
"Holy Eaves Patriarch, those bastards are trying to destroy our Holy Mountain!"
Su Yi did his best to stand in place, his eyebrows filled with awe. Duanmu Xiaoman beside him said, "That old fellow has finally come out."
"Brat, this old fellow is not easy to deal with!" Duanmu Qingtian coldly said.
"This guy doesn't seem to have much time left!" As the Iron Soulfish lay in the entryway, Su Yi activated the Origin Supreme Technique. With the Blood Demon Slaying God-Sword in his hand, Su Yi's spiritual sense was exceptionally sensitive.
"No wonder he's been hiding!" Su Yi's lips curled up.
Subsequently, Su Yi shook his head, took a deep breath, and said to the two people beside him, looking somewhat haggard, "If he wanted to kill me, he would have come out a long time ago, he wouldn't have waited until the last moment!"
Then, the energy under Su Yi's feet surged, raising his spirits. Clenching the Blood Demon Slaying God-Sword in his hand, he slowly walked towards the Holy Eaves Patriarch.
"Little brat, the Sacred Mountain's ten thousand years of foundation has been destroyed by you today! You should be satisfied! " The Holy Eaves Patriarch's body was as calm as an ancient well. There was not the slightest trace of killing intent, but a trace of dissatisfaction flitted across his eyes.
"A life for a life, a debt must be repaid, it's only right and proper! I'm helping you clean up your house, and you're blaming me? "
"Hahaha!"
A dry laugh came out from the Holy Eaves Patriarch's throat. With his hands behind his back, the Holy Eaves Patriarch looked at the sword in Su Yi's hand.
"Interesting! Can you let me take a look at this sword? "
Su Yi's gaze also moved down to the Blood Demon Slaying God-Sword. The blood-red light fluttered, and faint golden patterns circled around it, looking quite mysterious. The corner of his mouth suddenly twitched.
"I know what you're thinking, but it's already mine. You can't take it away from me!"
"You actually said that the object of the Sacred Mountain is yours?" The Holy Eaves Patriarch's eyes instantly turned cold as he stared at Su Yi.
"Whoosh!"
The sword trembled. Su Yi raised his eyebrows, but he was not afraid in his heart. He said seriously, "Where did the Sacred Mountain get this sword from?"
After a long silence, the Holy Eaves Patriarch's expression was calm. Suddenly, there was a hint of emotion in his cold eyes.
The Sacred Mountain had obtained the Heavenly Wind Divine Sword from the Tian Yao School and obtained half of the Qi of the Holy Monarch. From then on, it was renamed the Holy Monarch Emperor Sword to deceive the public. How could the Holy Eaves Patriarch not know this?
Primitive accumulation always had a bloody past. The Holy Eaves Patriarch saw through this and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the study of martial arts, ignoring worldly affairs.
"Then are you willing to be the new Sacred Emperor of the Sacred Mountain?" The Holy Eaves Elder coughed, his eyes filled with hope. His old face twitched slightly, and a bright smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The Sacred Mountain's Sacred Emperor was the overlord of the six continents, three continents, and one sea. The Holy Eaves Patriarch actually wanted a nineteen-year-old boy to be the new Sacred Emperor?
As soon as the Holy Eaves Patriarch finished speaking, everyone present was shocked. Their eyes widened as they looked at the Holy Eaves Patriarch and Su Yi in horror.
"What! Holy Eaves Patriarch, are you sure? He killed so many of our Sacred Mountain's people! "
"Impossible! We Sacred Mountain's disciples will never agree! He killed the Great Holy Son, Holy Flame Patriarch, and Holy Extermination Patriarch. He also seriously injured Holy Peak Patriarch and Holy Cloud Patriarch. How can such a person be left alive! "
"Holy Eaves Patriarch, you have to think twice!"
The Holy Eaves Patriarch raised his head slightly. His eyes were a bit haggard as he spoke to Duanmu Xiongtu.
"Where are the Sacred Martial Hall Elders? Tell the Sacred Mountain's disciples! Tell me, what is the first standard of Sacred Mountain's Sacred Emperor? "
Duanmu Xiongtu's body suddenly trembled. He slightly bent his body and with a serious expression, he shouted, "The first standard of Sacred Emperor is whoever has the Sacred Monarch Emperor Sword will be the new Sacred Emperor! Even if you don't have the Sacred Monarch Emperor Sword, the person who ascends to the position of Sacred Emperor must spend the rest of his life to find the Sacred Monarch Emperor Sword! "
"Even so, I will not take this thief as my master! Absolutely impossible, Sacred Mountain will not take an enemy as its master! "Bing Cauldron shouted. His snow-white beard trembled slightly as smoke began to rise from his seven orifices.
Following Bing Cauldron's shout, everyone instantly roared in protest.
Bing Cauldron's familiar voice made Su Yi turn around. When their eyes met, Bing Cauldron was immediately embarrassed. His heart thumped as if he was frozen in place.
Su Yi shrugged helplessly as his eyes lit up. The corner of his mouth twitched as he said, "I will not be the Sacred Emperor of Sacred Mountain!"
Following that, Su Yi raised his eyebrows as the Yuan Qi in his Great Void Divine Sea began to slowly recover along with the Origin Supreme Technique. He said in a deep voice, "Sacred Mountain has no right to keep me, and you have no right to say such words!"
"We asked you to be the Sacred Emperor Sword, and you refused! Damn it! How can we keep such a person! "
"What! That's too arrogant! How dare you talk nonsense in front of a Half-Step Yuan Tian expert! "The Sacred Mountain's disciples' eyes trembled as they muttered softly.
After listening to them, the Holy Eaves Patriarch smiled again. His dry and wrinkled skin seemed to hide the endless years that had passed.
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