Chapter 1610 The Strongest Saint Emperor

"Congratulations to the strongest saint clan emperor in the ten directions..."

Lingxiao Tiantai, the emperor's seat rises!

The sky was surging and the sky was changing. Looking at the ten-directed emperor's seat, the hearts of all the people in the audience trembled, as if they were looking at the insurmountable gods from afar.

"rumble!"

"Buzz!"

...

Accompanied by an extremely strong spatial rhythm, in an instant, the sky over the entire Lingqu Peak was suddenly covered by dark clouds.

Then, above the Emperor's Seat, which is located on the giant peak in front of Lingxiao Tiantai, its space suddenly presents a dreamy and distorted state.

Both true and false.

It was like ripples on the surface of the water, shaking uncomfortably.

Everyone's heartstrings were tensed to the extreme.

Everyone's heart hung in their throats.

Are those holy emperors with the strongest bloodline boundaries about to appear?

...

"boom!"

Like glass shattering and bursting, fragments of confetti suddenly appeared in the sky.

Like the phantom of the water surface being smashed, the light and shadow of large and small fragments filled the sky, covering the sky above the throne of the ten directions.

"Om..."

Then, one after another, mysterious (shēn) figures showing fantasy appeared out of thin air on the stone chairs of one of the imperial platforms.

The unparalleled powerful aura invaded the minds of everyone in the audience, making people feel inexplicable fear in the depths of their souls.

Supreme breath.

The majesty of the emperor.

"Wow..."

In an instant, a series of shadows that looked like ancient monarchs appeared directly on the throne.

"Woo!"

The melodious and vigorous sound of horns and drums spread ((dang dàng) dàng) heaven and earth,

All the beasts circling inside and outside the Lingqu Peak screamed in unison.

Without exception, the tens of thousands of people of all ethnic groups in the Lingxiao Tiantai venue all stood up (shēn), bowed their heads and pondered.

"Congratulations, all great emperors..."

The tidy momentum is like a mountain torrent roaring, overwhelming the sky.

Respect!

Respect from the heart!

This kind of reverence and reverence far surpassed that of Emperor Lei Ting.

If Emperor Lei Ting is a prince who has just risen, then the emperors on the throne are definitely monarchs that the world cannot offend.

...

However, apart from the reverence and awe from the heart, the spirits of the Nine Nether Saint Clan, the Demon Eye Saint Clan, and the God Eye Saint Clan are indescribably lonely and complicated.

The ten-party emperor's seat.

But only seven great emperors appeared on it.

The older and more experienced people in the major ethnic groups could not help but secretly sigh.

"At the last saint clan meeting, all ten great emperors were present. I didn't expect three of them to be absent now. It's really embarrassing!"

"Emperor Yaotong and Emperor Bai can only be preserved in our memory. I hope Emperor Jiuyou can return one day."

"That's right! It's really uncomfortable to have three seats vacant at once!"

...

The eventful years, the days when the ten clans ruled the roost seem to never return.

Looking at the seven peerless figures on the throne, Chu Hen, Luo Mengshang, Long Qingyang and the others also felt a lot of throbbing in their eyes.

"Is this the strongest of the holy clan?" Chu Hen clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of restlessness.

"It's all part (identity shēn)..." Li Wushang on the side whispered, "Although it's a saint clan meeting, but with their (identity shēn) status, they will not attend in person, all of these are their illusions. The split (body shēn) that comes out..."

Point (body shēn)?

The corners of Chu Hen's eyes narrowed slightly. Looking from a distance, every great emperor is like a bright moon in a vast galaxy, with radiance, comparable to the colossal statue of the universe, even if it is a part (body shēn), it comes from The aura emanating from them (body shēn) is also so powerful that it makes the world feel small.

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"Long time no see, stay safe!"

The seven emperors looked at each other, and the one who spoke was the Xingchen Emperor who stood on the throne engraved with star patterns. His facial features were straight (tǐng), rich and handsome, and he wore a jade crown on his head. .

"We are all right, but those three are absent..." (shēn) the Emperor Fentian, who was dressed in a red fire robe and had red jade pupils, replied.

The gazes of the few people immediately glanced at the three vacant positions.

The spirit (emotion) is different.

There are complex lamenters.

There are also those who laugh lightly and playfully.

There are also those who show indifference.

"The seats were all full before, but this time there are three less, and I'm not used to it!" (shēn) The Dragon Blood Emperor in the dark five-clawed dragon robe showed a bit of teasing, and his words were somewhat tinged. A hint of frivolity.

"There seems to be nothing to say about these words... In this Saint Race Conference, the Saint Race of Samsara is only one crown away from winning the Order of the Emperor of Heaven. We are afraid that we have to congratulate the Great Emperor of Samsara in advance..."

Wearing a gray sable fur high-necked brocade jacket, the Emperor of the Desolation had a slightly flirtatious taste.

Then, all the people turned their eyes to the Great Emperor Samsara on the throne in the middle.

...

"Is that the Great Emperor of Samsara?" Qiao Xiaowan murmured in a low voice.

Long Qingyang, Long Xuanshuang, Ye Yao, Chu Hen and others also looked up at the transcendent being who had won the championship of the Saint Clan Conference nine times and led the ten clans with the momentum of riding the dust.

Emperor Samsara's appearance is not as handsome as Emperor Xingchen, nor is he as burly as Emperor Dragon Blood, nor as monstrous as Emperor Fentian... No matter what aspect, Emperor Samsara does not seem to be the most outstanding one, but for some reason, The feeling given to everyone by the other party has an indescribable profound meaning.

Domineering!

It doesn't seem so obvious.

majesty!

It doesn't seem to be particularly prominent.

But even so, once everyone's eyes fell on the (body shēn) of the Samsara Great Emperor, they couldn't take their eyes off.

The opponent's aura is like a mysterious vortex, which makes people feel surrendered.

...

Regarding what Emperor Huangzhi said, the corners of Emperor Samsara's eyes slightly raised, and he just replied lightly.

"The conference is not over yet, so it's too early to say."

"What you said was calm, don't tell me you don't want to be in charge of the 'Heavenly Emperor Order'?" The Great Emperor Huang said with a chuckle.

The other great emperors also turned their eyes to each other with great interest.

The Great Emperor Samsara smiled indifferently, with intriguing meaning surging between his calm brows.

He didn't answer what the other party said, but just sat on the throne stone chair on the throne platform with a calm expression.

The other great emperors just smiled faintly, and immediately took their seats.

...

The emperors had a conversation, and no one could get in the way.

He is not even qualified to intervene.

Shangguan Wuce, the master of Lingqu Peak, understood.

"Because of the special nature of the Saint Clan Conference this time, all the great emperors whom the world admires have also entered the seats to watch the battle ahead of time. I believe that all the contestants will do their best for the next game..."

Shangguan said helplessly, but his gaze followed in the direction of the Thunder Saint Clan.

"Before the start of the competition, I believe everyone already knows that another 'Emperor' has been born in our human race domain..."

Qi Shushu's eyes also quickly swept towards the Thunder Saint Clan.

"Emperor Thunder, you should have a seat here..."

Shangguan Wuce turned sideways (body shēn) and pointed to the ten-direction throne where the seven great emperors were sitting.