These figures walked very slowly, but they were breathtaking. Each of them seemed to have passed through countless calamities, and their physical bodies were integrated with the great ways of heaven and earth, and integrated into the principles of the Tao.

A total of seven ancient saints came hand in hand and walked together, making the earth almost collapse. Various rays of light fell from the sky, and the sound of the sky was endless, seeming to be singing for them. These seven ancient saints

The visions produced by super powerful people are recognized by all the ways of heaven and earth, and all kinds of auspiciousness are brought down for them. Each one of them is in charge of a divine rule.

On the horizon, drowned by a blazing light, seven tall figures came, each of them dyed with a layer of golden brilliance. All creatures were trembling and in awe. This is a saint-level existence that requires a lifetime.

Go and look up. As the footsteps approach, all the human monks are like cold water being poured on their heads. Each saint has a different appearance, with obvious ancient characteristics.

Bathed in the rays of light, with their bodies rimmed with gold, the seven ancient saints all look different. Some have human heads and phoenix bodies, some have unicorn heads, some have thirty-six pairs of divine wings on their backs, and some are exactly the same as humans.

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Obviously, they are not from the same clan, but they have one thing in common, that is, they do not believe that Emperor Wushi is still alive, just like the Ancient King Longshou.

The seven ancestor kings restrained their pressure and were not as arrogant as the dragon-headed ancestor king, forcing the human race to kneel down. However, their expressions were very cold, more indifferent and ruthless, and they were aloof, as if they were gods looking down on the world.

"The grand event in Yaochi is about to begin, and the seven ancestor kings are coming to make this event glorious."

Someone spoke up and gave a disguised compliment, with a bit of caution on his face.

"Please invite the seven seniors."

Some human race leaders spoke. Although they were hostile in their hearts, they had to treat them respectfully. If they were not treated well, there might be a big disaster.

However, the seven ancestral kings still stood outside Yaochi, as if they had not heard anything, and did not pay attention at all, their faces as cold as ice.

"You ancient kings have come, so that the conference will be colorful and gratifying. Please move your car into the Yaochi."

Several more human leaders looked at each other, their eyes full of solemnity, and spoke again.

However, they still ignored them. The seven ancient kings did not even look at them, did not respond, and regarded them as nothing. Several human leaders bowed and saluted, stopped there awkwardly, and suddenly froze. This is not a humiliation.

, but ignored it indifferently. The other human monks also felt cold all over, feeling the huge difference between saints and ordinary monks.

These seven ancestor kings were very stingy even when they looked at the human leaders. Their eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, and there was a cold chill, as if they were facing a group of ants with no common language. They did not deliberately despise, but this different realm

His eyes completely ignored these powerful people of the human race, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

The dragon does not live with the snake, and the roc does not live with the bird. Saints and ordinary powerful people are already people in two worlds, and there is no need to intersect at all. The seven ancestor kings do not take the saints of the human race in their eyes at all. God

His consciousness has dispersed and he has entered the Yaochi Holy Land, trying to find the human saint Hua Yunfei.

The saintly girl from Yaochi frowned, her starry eyes were as bright as water, and she gave a slight bow. She had the aura of the Green Golden Pagoda of Immortal Tears and the power of the Ultimate Dao, and she spoke softly.

"The seven ancestral kings came to participate in the Yaochi Grand Ceremony, why don't you come in?"

The seven ancient saints lowered their eyes, sensing the pressure of the Supreme Emperor's soldiers hidden in the void, and slowly spoke.

"What kind of grand event is this? Who can sit with us here to talk about the future of the world and discuss the development prospects of all races?!"

"There may be a saint in the human race. Even if he has unparalleled combat power, he is still no match for the seven of us!"

These words revealed endless confidence, making all the human monks fall silent. They also did not believe that Hua Yunfei could defeat seven with one. Therefore, even though the words of the seven ancestor kings were full of contempt for the human race, they still could not refute it.

This is the gap caused by strength. The seven ancient saints are enough to sweep all the major forces of the human race, making them invincible and looking down on the world.

Everyone's face was ashen, but they were unable to refute. The human race was indeed too shallow. There were so many strong men at the saint level who could talk to them on an equal footing. All the monks in the human race were filled with anger, angry but helpless.

Nai.

"winter!"

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from the end of the world in the west, which was combined with the pulse of the entire world and clearly transmitted into people's hearts.

The setting sun is like blood, spreading red brilliance all over the sky, dyeing the earth with a layer of red. At the end of the sky and earth, a tall and tall figure is walking towards the light step by step. The white clothes are better than the snow, and the figure is majestic and majestic.

Peerless and unrivaled in style, he walks firmly towards Yaochi.

This is a saint. A new human saint has appeared. The white-clothed god king Jiang Taixu has arrived. A ball of flames dances between his eyebrows, like a bright sun. It makes all the human monks burst into tears and their spirits are extremely high. They look up at that person.

At the end of the world, the light of hope flashes in the eyes.

Hua Yunfei turned the black turtle in front of him over and withdrew the magical power that sealed the black turtle. A star flashed across his face. He stood up, stretched his waist, yawned and said lazily.

"This farce has come to an end, it's finally here!"

The black turtle looked up at Hua Yunfei, who was bathed in the golden light. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. When he looked again, Hua Yunfei had disappeared.

"boom!"

At this moment, there was a roaring sound from the east, and a hunched figure appeared on the horizon. Red light fell on his hair. His beard and hair were all white and messy. He was also dressed in white, but he looked extremely slovenly.

, with every step he took, his momentum became stronger, his body gradually straightened up, and with each step he shook, the heaven and the earth resonated, the fairy sounds continued, and the golden flowers fell, until he came in front of everyone, he had completely straightened his back, as if

A divine sword thrust straight into the sky, with unparalleled sharpness and impressive bearing.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, a bright black moon was shining continuously between the old madman's brows. This was the mark of the twelfth lunar month. His body was changing rapidly, first reaching middle age, and then turning to a young man.

"boom!"

A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old stepped out from the decaying and aging body. He was heroic, extremely impressive, and full of vigor. The old body behind him was dull and motionless, like a clay sculpture withered and lifeless.

The eyes of the young and old madman were like two heavenly swords, so sharp that it was impossible to look directly at them. The young and old madman turned around, opened his mouth and swallowed the old madman, and then his body shook violently and he completely recovered.

The old madman cut off his old body, devoured himself, erased the traces of time, lived another life, and regained his invincible style six thousand years ago.

Jiang Taixu and the young and old lunatic stood proudly, one to the other, looking at each other with a firm light of faith in their eyes. Their aura was powerful and terrifying, and they jointly pressed on the seven ancient ancestor kings, causing them to change their expressions.
Chapter completed!