She grabbed her husband's body from behind and clamped it firmly. She grabbed his right wrist with one hand and tried hard to peel the Wusheng Sword from his hand.
"Luo'er?"
Xuanyuan Yu couldn't help but look at his wife's movements, "What are you doing?"
He couldn't understand that she would jump out to cause harm at such a critical moment.
"Throw this sword away quickly, it's eating you!" Ling Luo bit her lips and tried hard to break the "blood vessels" on the Wusheng swords.
It's a pity that the "blood vessels" are extremely tough, no matter what, they just can't be pulled apart.
"Swallow? Nothing." Xuanyuan Yu still had a look of confusion on his face, looking at the Wusheng Sword in his hand that was constantly absorbing nutrients from his body, and said, "There is nothing."
Can't he see it?
He couldn't even see those "blood vessels"!
Ling Luo frowned, and the look on his face became more and more serious, saying: "There is indeed a ghost in this Wusheng Sword!"
"Who hurt me Tu Yanrui!"
At this time, above the nine heavens, fire clouds suddenly rolled, the wind was fierce, and a creepy old voice came from the distance.
"There are people who are actually trying to kill my descendants of the Fire Tribe and destroy our Fire Tribe. Are they deceiving me that there is no one in the Fire Tribe of the Sixth Heaven?!"
The voice was full of anger. From the nine heavens, a huge hand with a radius of several tens of thousands of feet, which was higher than the mountains, fell from the sky and stamped in the direction of Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu.
"It's the Qingyang Ancestor of the Fire Tribe!"
"Ancestor Qingyang is the master of Sect Leader Yan. It was said a thousand years ago that after Yan Rui, he went to Yama Star, a billion light-years away from the sixth heaven, to explore the secrets of the ancient times. Unexpectedly, the Fire Tribe is now facing a disaster. He
The old man actually appeared again!"
Thousands of disciples of the Fire Clan were all extremely excited when they saw their ancestors manifesting themselves as saints. Their eyes filled with tears, and their despair turned to hope.
"It's not the Ancestor Qingyang himself, it's just an incarnation of the Ancestor."
"Oh my God! Just an incarnation, but it has such incredible power. One palm can cover the sky!"
"Ancestor Qingyang must have obtained the cultivation rules of the ancient times on the Yama star a billion light years away, and his cultivation has greatly improved!"
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The discussions of many Fire Tribe and Tu Tribe disciples reached the minds of Ling Luo and his family.
But at this moment, Ling Luo had no time to care about what others were talking about, because Patriarch Qingyang's palm was on top of their heads dozens of feet away, and he could kill them at any time.
"Old ancestor, I will use my two thousand years of cultivation to create this ray of incarnation and crush you all to death!"
The voice of Patriarch Qingyang was like a mountain, as if coming from the distant stars in the universe, full of frightening power.
"Two thousand years of cultivation?!"
Even the usually calm Desolate Lord couldn't keep calm anymore. With a wave of his long sleeves, blue-purple time and space runes filled the sky, stopping both Su Jue and Su Ling in his arms, and teleported out of Qingyang in the first moment.
The range of the ancestor’s palm.
He is Su Jue's master, and the life safety of these two children must be his first criterion at any time.
After teleporting out of the attack range of Ancestor Qingyang, the Desolate Lord roared in the direction of Ling Luo, Xuanyuan Yu and Jianlong: "Run away! This is not an opponent you can handle! Once hit, you will definitely die.
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Above the nine heavens, two flaming eyes like giant beasts in the starry sky blinked in the sky, drifted towards the direction of the Lord of Desolation, and said in surprise: "Eh? There is actually a ray of soul incarnation of the God Clan?"