"Hahahaha, I finally broke out." A burst of crazy laughter filled with joy, accompanied by the lightning light resounded for thousands of miles.

On the Holy King Mountain, countless men and women knelt on the ground, and everyone's eyes were filled with enthusiasm.

"Greetings to the Holy King!" The man and woman shouted loudly while bowing.

In the light of lightning, a man with a long hair of about 1.7 meters tall stood in the air, like a thunder god, awe-inspiring and domineering.

Behind the long-haired man, there were eight minions wearing golden helmets, and the aura of these eight minions was also very terrifying.

The long-haired man looked down at everyone without any emotion, and asked, "What era is it now?"

"Holy King, you have been away in total for 367 years." An old man in robe shouted on his knees.

The one in front of them is the tenth Dongming Saint King of the Holy King Mountain and the first Dongming Saint King of the Holy King, who was the hero who established the Goryeo Kingdom.

"I didn't expect that they had been locking me up for so long, those hateful Chinese monks!" The Holy King of Dongming said gritting his teeth.

He looked at the old man in robe on the ground and shouted in a deep voice: "Has that battle succeeded? We sacrificed so much that we sealed the passageway for those Chinese monks. You shouldn't have disappointed us, right?"

The old man in the robe said tremblingly: "It's done, it's half successful."

"Success is success, failure is failure. What does it mean to be half successful?" The Holy King Dongming's face darkened.

The old man in the robe said tremblingly: "Saint King, you powerful people did seal the passage for those Chinese monks to enter the mortal world, and we also successfully defeated the Qing government of China. However, due to interests, several alliance countries fought a civil war, giving China a chance to breathe."

"And, Japan took advantage of the opportunity to enslave our Koryo country." At this point, the tone of the old man in the robe became much deeper.

"Bastard!" The Holy King of Dongming roared: "Is these greedy bastards not enough for them to share with such a large territory in China?"

The old man in the robe just knelt on the ground and dared not say anything anymore.

"I will settle the accounts of Japan with them in the future. Now I will go to China to collect some interest. They have imprisoned me for more than 300 years. I must give out such anger." The eyes of the Holy King Dongming were full of murderous intentions.

Being imprisoned in a barren land for more than three hundred years, this kind of torment is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The desolate

The land has existed since ancient times, and it is deserted and barren, without spiritual energy or creatures. At first glance, it is just endless deserts.

The Holy King of Dongming was trapped for more than three hundred years, and not only did his cultivation not increase, but his cultivation had decreased a lot.

What he hates the most now is the Chinese monk.

"Saint King, the passage between the Jiuzhou Realm and the Eight Tribe Realm seems to have been opened. Some time ago, many Chinese monks came to China." The old man in the robe stammered: "General Cui Zhixian went to China to inquire about information, but now he suddenly lost the news. We suspect that he was poisoned by the Chinese monks."

"Cui Zhixian?" The Holy King of Dongming snorted coldly: "What is his cultivation level now?"

"The Ninth Level of the Void Dan Realm." The old man in the robe told the truth.

"It's really a shame for me. Such a waste will die if he dies." The Holy King of Dongming sneered and said, "Give me the location of those Chinese monks, and I'll visit them tonight."

"Yes!" The old man in the robe immediately took out a jade plaque and held it up in both hands.

The Holy King of Dongming raised his hand and put the jade tablet into his hand, and his whole body disappeared in an instant.

"Our Koryoi Kingdom is finally about to take off!" The old man in the robe couldn't hide his joy in his eyes.

Their holy king had reached the Golden Pill Realm more than 300 years ago!

According to their intelligence, the Golden Dan Realm is already the world's strongest!

No one can defeat it!

Wuji Mountain, Hengdong Province.

This is the residence of the Ganpo tribe in the Eight Tribe Realms. In the early morning, most of the Ganpo monks had entered the state of cultivation, and some monks responsible for night patrol also closed their eyes and rested listlessly.

As the weakest tribe in the eight tribes, the Ganpo tribe rarely involves any struggles. Even now, all families are fighting openly and secretly for scrambling territory, but the Ganpo tribe is alone, silently defending Hengdong Province.

"Tomorrow is my turn to rest, and I will finally be able to return to the Eighth Realm." A monk laughed and said, "These three months are really painful."

"Yes, who made us have low cultivation? If you were like Hu Xingchen of the Rakshasa clan, how could you send you here?" another monk quipped.

"You are right. In order not to come here again, I have to practice diligently." This monk was in a very good mood.

The two of them were chatting without a word, and at this moment, a colorful lightning suddenly surged from outside the station.

"Who?" The two monks were startled and all flew up.

Their bodies had just flew less than a hundred meters away, and the colorful lightning carried a terrifying aura and instantly passed through their bodies.

"Sizi!"

In the blink of an eye, two monks were swallowed by lightning and turned into powder.

The lightning light disappeared, and the Holy King of Dongming and eight guards appeared above the station.

Such a powerful aura immediately awakened all the monks.

For a moment, all kinds of spiritual shields shone with light and all flew into the air.

The person in charge was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance. The middle-aged man felt the aura of the two night watch monks disappear, and a hint of anger appeared on his face.

He looked at the Holy King of Dongming and said in a deep voice: "In the Wei Lechi, I don't know where our Ganpo tribe offended the seniors, and made the seniors so much trouble."

The Holy King of Dongming looked down at Wei Lechi and sneered: "Your existence is sin in itself. Today I come here to help you clear your sins."

Before the Holy King of Dongming finished speaking, a lightning light had already shot out from his fingertips. The speed of the lightning light was too fast. Wei Lechi did not notice it until it shot through Wei Lechi's forehead.

This lightning instantly destroyed Wei Lechi's aura and soul. Wei Lechi didn't even have the chance to escape his soul from his body and died.

"Kill! No one left!" The Holy King of Dongming waved his hand and said with a grim smile.

Once the only nine-level cultivator in the Void Dan Realm died, the remaining dozens of Ganpo cultivators could not stop the killing of the eight nine-level cultivators in the Void Dan Realm. After a few breaths, the entire garrison was already full of corpses.

"Hahahaha! Relieve your anger! Relieve your anger!" The Holy King of Dongming laughed to the sky, his laughter filled with madness: "From today, I will rule China!"

The Holy King of Dongming shook his hand, and the entire Wuji Mountain top immediately turned into nothingness.

He took out the jade sign and checked it, sneered, "Next stop, Outer Mongolia Province where the Phantom Demon Clan is located!"

The Holy King of Dongming turned into lightning again, wrapped eight guards in it, and disappeared into the distance like a thunderous wind and thunder.
Chapter completed!