"It's not late." Another cold voice came from outside the Yaochi Holy Land. Another ancient king arrived and stepped into the Yaochi. He had divine wings on his back, dragon horns on his head, and his appearance was similar to that of the human race.
Soon, another saint's pressure came, and a majestic voice sounded, "I heard that you were taken care of by the saints of the human race. It's really embarrassing!"
"Let me also see, what kind of human saint dares to propose peace talks with the ancient tribes?"
"It's really a bit disappointing. Is the human race not as good as it was in the ancient times? I remember there were several saints at that time, but is this the only one in the world now?" With the indifferent words, an ancient king fell from the sky, like a statue that broke through the prison of the underworld.
The evil god, driving the monstrous evil energy, has a pair of bat wings as black as ink.
"The Taiming Ancestor King is here too!" Many ancient kings were startled and took a few steps back. It was obvious that his status was extraordinary.
"Qiang"
There was a soft cry in the sky, and a line of blood lightning fell from the sky, drawing a dazzling blood light and inserting into the Tongtian platform, making a clanking sound.
This is a dragon spear, as red as blood, with a horned dragon coiled around it, spitting out a bright red spear edge, which is breathtaking.
A queen descended, with wheat complexion, a muscular body, very tall, but also murderous, with red hair, and even a pair of blood-colored eyes, holding the dragon spear.
"The Blood and Lightning Ancestor King is here too!"
The tribesmen present were horrified, deeply in awe, and all backed away. This was a powerful man whose reputation was known all over the world, and few people dared to offend him!
"It's boring." A cold scoff came from the void, and a man in a bronze battle suit walked forward step by step, and the space around him began to tremble.
People were surprised that the bronze battle suit he wore was a real holy soldier passed down from generation to generation, which was enough to illustrate his terrifying identity.
In ancient times, saints had their own weapons before they passed away, but there are very few people who can actually leave the holy weapons handed down from generation to generation. This is also a testimony and symbol of strength.
The ancient ancestor kings descended one after another, and the pressure of the saints fell from the sky one after another. The human monks who saw this were filled with fear and uneasiness.
How many saints do these ancient royal families have?
In this short period of time, dozens of ancient ancestor kings have already arrived. There is only one saint in our human race. No matter how powerful we are, can one person still be able to withstand so many saints?
A gust of wind blew by, and everyone wrapped up their clothes tightly, feeling extremely cold, as if late autumn was coming, depressing everyone's heart.
There are dozens of existences like these ancient saints! Just thinking about it makes people lose their fighting spirit. There is only one saint named Song Xuan. This is... a certain death situation. Who can help?
"Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five!"
Song Xuan looked at the ancient ancestor kings arriving one after another, and his heart was filled with joy.
These saints are all treasures. Not to mention the astonishing wealth of each one, even the soul after death is a rare resource. After killing all these saints, he built the inner world and stepped into the Void Refining Union.
The resources of the Dao realm are completely sufficient.
"Where is the Ancestor King of the Ghost Demon? Didn't they come in advance? Why is there no one there?" In the void, the man wearing the bronze holy robe passed down from generation to generation asked aloud.
"Dead!"
After he died, a male saint who was protecting the Emperor said, "He was beaten to death by a human saint!"
"There are seven of them in their batch, right?" The man in bronze armor frowned and looked at Song Xuan, "Were they all killed by you?"
"Yes, I killed them all!" Song Xuan laughed and said: "If you are envious, I can send you to meet them later!"
As soon as this statement came out, all the saints were immediately offended.
"You are not overestimating your abilities. Do you think you are a quasi-emperor? If you dare to say such things, you should kill him as soon as possible!"
"The blood of the saints of the human race has a very nostalgic taste. It has passed away since ancient times and I haven't tasted it for many years."
"You can kill seven saints by yourself, and you are considered the king among saints. But if you want to defeat all races by yourself, you are seeking your own death. I will help you, ridiculous human being, today!"
"After this battle, all races will rule the world and wipe out all the ants. Just like in ancient times, only the true royal family can rule this land."
"There is only one saint in such a large human race. What qualifications does it have to occupy such a vast territory? It's really ridiculous!"
At this moment, a cold snort sounded from the sky, "Who said there is only one saint in our human race!"
Everyone looked up subconsciously and saw a man in white clothes as white as snow and as graceful as jade standing in mid-air. His snow-white clothes were fluttering in the wind, and he was walking against the sunset, like a dream or an illusion, with a moment of splendor and unparalleled splendor.
The divine posture makes people want to kneel down and worship.
"Saint, another saint from my human race!"
"Jiang Taixu, this is Jiang Taixu, the human god king!"
When countless human monks saw this scene, tears filled their eyes.
In their opinion, it was too bitter and difficult for Song Xuan, a human saint, to resist dozens of saint-level beings from the ancient royal family.
But now, another human saint finally stood up to share the pressure for him. How could the human monks not be surprised and excited by this situation?
"Another human saint?"
The ancient king in bronze battle clothes frowned and said calmly: "You dare to be called the God King. It seems that you are a divine body that is as famous as the Holy Body in the human race?
To realize the realm of a saint with a divine body is enough to compare with the kings among saints like us.
Considering the difficulty of cultivating your divine body, if you retreat now, we will not kill you!"
The white-clothed god king Jiang Taixu looked at Song Xuan in the air. The two nodded and greeted each other. Then, a guqin appeared out of thin air in front of Jiang Taixu.
"If you want to fight, then fight. Why do we, the human race, need to fight!"
After finishing his words, Jiang Taixu gently plucked the strings of the piano, and a wonderful sound resounded throughout the universe.
"God's Prelude!" Behind him, Ye Fan's eyes were red and his whole body was trembling. Back then, his path to Holy Body practice was cut off, but it was the God King who played God's Overture to continue the Holy Body's path.
Hearing this divine song again today, which is like the sound of the great road, Ye Fan's blood boiled instantly.
The overture of God sounded melodiously, and the heavenly law sang in harmony, moving leisurely, and the sound spread across mountains and rivers thousands of miles away!
"Sure enough, it's a divine song!" Song Xuan listened carefully, feeling the changes between heaven and earth, and couldn't help but nodded secretly.
For a moment just now, he even felt a wave that made his heart palpitate. Song Xuan didn't know where that wave came from, but there was no doubt that Jiang Taixu's activation of the God's Prelude definitely caused
An extremely terrifying force.
The petals are flying all over the sky, and they are crystal clear, falling between the sky and the earth. The fragrance is fragrant, making the God King in white even more exquisite and untainted by the earthly atmosphere.
At this moment, the saints from all ancient races also felt something unusual. One of them roared and rushed towards Jiang Taixu.
"There's something wrong with this song, kill him!"
only,
"puff!"
Before this figure even got close to God King Jiang Taixu, it exploded and turned into a rain of blood all over the sky, dyeing the crystal petals red, making it extremely miserable.