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Roughly a quarter of an hour later, Hu Bingyan stood on the mountain peak with a blade in her hand. The Sky King's Calamity Cloud had long since disappeared without a trace, and her aura had explosively increased to the middle stages of the Life and Death Realm.2

The word 'stupefied' was the best term to describe the Sage God of Light. His eyes were blank as he stared in a daze, and his mind filled with roaring. Only after a long time did he regain his senses from the shock. He muttered to himself, "Rumor has it that the Celestial King did not die prematurely. The lowest is a Extreme Realm King, and there is still half a chance of becoming a land deity. An Earthly Immortal is invincible in the Wasteland Ruins. He alone can suppress the Wasteland Ruins for thousands of years. "

Fan Wuji's lips curved up in a smile, "What's wrong, Sir? Are you shocked by my two companions' talents?"

"The heavenly kings stand side by side, and this era is an eternally great world." "The two of you are indeed Heavenly Kings. In the future, you have the potential to surpass me and conquer the Desolate Ruins. But now that the three of you have appeared before me, aren't you afraid that I will kill all of your heaven's pride level experts? "

"You can try." As Hu Bingyan spoke, she took out her saber. She was an extremely talented genius who could fight those above her level. She didn't even fear a Saint God.

"Senior Sister Hu, put away your sabre. We are here to make friends, not to fight and kill." Fan Wuji calmly said.

As soon as he spoke, Hu Bingyan frowned and thought for a moment before slowly putting away her blade. The God of Heaven was filled with shock. He could not understand why these three people would be so willing to listen to a mere Spirit Sea Realm swordsman.

"Lord God of Light, you are stronger than the Extreme Realm King. There is indeed a possibility for you to kill us. But by killing us, your crisis has not been resolved. That's because other than us, there are already at least ten Heavenly Kings in the Wasteland, and that number is rising nonstop. I'm afraid within ten years, there will be more than ten Heavenly Kings in the Wasteland. It was enough to threaten the Great Sage if these people flocked together. And no matter how much time passed, there would always be people among these people who would step into the Earthly Immortal Realm. I'm afraid you can imagine what this means. " Fan Wuji said with a serious expression.

"Dozens of Heavenly Kings? This is definitely impossible, the Heavenly Kings of the Desolate Ruins might appear once every five thousand years, and then ten of them suddenly appeared, this is definitely impossible. " The Venerable One continuously shook his head, his tone filled with naked suspicion.

"Indeed. It was impossible for so many Heavenly Kings to be born in such a small pond like the Ruins of Desolate. It's just that in the outside world, although the Heavenly King is a genius, he's not so rare. " Fan Wuji's tone was terrifyingly calm, as if he was reporting a fact.

"What do you mean by that?" The Sage asked in shock. "There are a lot of people like you who came into the Wasteland?"

"That's right. Sir, there are fifty to sixty geniuses coming to the Desolate Ruins this time. All of them have the talent of a Heavenly King and some of them are even scarier than my two companions. "According to the information that I have gathered, there are currently ten King's Realm cultivators. Before coming to the Desolate Ruins, most of the remaining people were geniuses, with a few being like me, who are in the Spirit Sea but are still tyrannical." Fan Wuji's tone became more and more hurried.

He coldly looked at Sage God of Light and said, "The realms of these people are still there. It will only be a matter of time before they recover their ruler. Every Heavenly King had a 50% chance of becoming a Primal or Earthly Immortal. Based on his calculations, there would probably be a total of thirty Earthly Immortals in the Desolate Ruins after a few decades. Compared to these people, your strength is nothing. "

Thinking carefully, he was extremely terrified.

As an old monster who had lived for two to three thousand years, the God of Light Saint instantly understood the formidable relationship between the two. As one of the Twin Saints, he controlled the entire Desolate Lands. And once they had ten or so Earth Immortals, their status would topple and they would only be able to live under the shadow of others. The most important thing was, every land deity had the strength to kill them. If he offended those people, it was very likely that he would be killed.

Thinking of this, the God of Heaven Saint's head started sweating profusely. He looked at Fan Wuji and asked, "If what you say is true, then it is indeed a great crisis for me. It's just that the three of them are also people outside of the Ruins, why would they choose to ally with our natives and not cooperate with the people outside of the Ruins? "

Fan Wuji had a complicated look on his face as he said, "Where there are people, there will be martial arts world. The people outside the Ruins are not made up of steel either. "

He had indeed not placed the natives in his eyes and had chosen to ally with the other eight sects. However, Wu Xingkong's scheming mind was extremely deep, and his promise to accompany them was enough to cause his mind to become empty, allowing him to take control of the Eight Sect Alliance. In this situation, he had chosen to work with the two Saints, but he had no other choice.

"Since your Excellency has already said so much, how could my divine power possibly refuse?" I've decided to join forces with the three of you, and to be led by the three of you. "

"After countless years, you will rejoice over your decision." Fan Wuji said with a smile.

The God of Heaven Saint agreed to join forces. Fan Wuji and the others entered his holy palace under his lead. In this Sacred Palace, there were actually four old servants. All four of them were at the King's Realm. Fan Wuji understood that the water in any place was very deep. On the surface, there were twenty-four kings in the Ruins of Wasteland, but there was definitely a hidden king behind them.

The four of them discussed for a while before the God of Heaven Saint sent out his decree, summoning the kings of the four great territories to gather at the Sacred Palace in the Deep Earth Mountain. The last time the God Power Saint issued a sacred order was seven hundred years ago. The thirteen kings within his sphere of influence did not dare to be negligent and rushed over from all over the Desolate Ruins.

It was dusk half a month later.

In the mountains and ravines, the sun was setting in the west. The light was gentle, bringing with it a sense of beauty exclusive to the last rays of the setting sun.

During these days, one king after another made their way to the Sacred Palace in the Deep Earth Mountain Range. In the four great territories, the kings of the Sacred bloodline of the God of Light had already gathered. The Sage of Godly Force, four old servants, and thirteen kings made up eighteen local kings of the Desolate Ruins.

Including Fan Wuji and the other two, there were a total of twenty-one Ruler Armaments. This kind of strength couldn't be compared with Wu Xingkong's Eight Sect Alliance and the Devil Dao. Although those people were all genius kings in the Northern Region, their time in the Desolate Ruins was still limited. There were still many people who had yet to regain their beast king strength.

Within the Sacred Palace, the Divine Force Saint, Fan Wuji, HuBingyan, and He Nian Xin sat on high wooden chairs while the other kings stood below the stage respectfully.

The four of them looked calm. They would look at the sky from time to time as if waiting for something. Not long after that, a gigantic white crane flew over from the sky. The speed of this white crane was astonishing. With a flap of its wings, it rushed into the Holy Palace in just a few breaths of time.

The White Crane was intelligent, comparable to a half-step king. Because it was a bird of prey, its speed was no slower than a human king's. "The white crane had a beast skin scroll tied to its body. The Saint Spirit Master took a few steps forward and untied the beast skin. After unfolding it, he began to secretly read the ancient script on the beast skin scroll.

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