When Meng Anchi and Meng Yixuan heard this, they were all indescribably surprised.
Who else could the four people with such coercion be, besides the four ancestors of the God Emperors?
The four Ice Tribe God-Emperors, Yang Yan, Yongfeng, Xinghai, and Dong'ao, had already learned about Meng Haoge's conspiracy. At this moment, they were so furious that they completely ignored the Twelve Sealing Heaven Locking Dragon Formation and broke into the formation without any scruples.
They are not afraid of being trapped.
One God-Emperor may not be able to defeat the Twelve Heaven-Sealing Dragon Formation, but four God-Emperors working together can completely break it.
"Please ancestor clean up the door!"
Meng Anchi and Meng Yixuan all knelt down to beg for their lives.
They laughed at Meng Haoge for being too young, thinking that he was inciting the elders of the twelve clans, that he planned the Twelve Sealing Heaven Locking Dragon Formation, that he had stolen the Ziyan Divine Sword, and that he could dominate the situation with his ancestral bloodline.
Naive, too naive!
As long as the four ancestors of the God Emperors are not dealt with, any planning and layout will be just empty talk.
Meng Haoge would never be able to resist any attack from the God-Emperor.
Even if he possesses the Purple Yan Divine Sword, even if he can exert a quarter of the power of the Zi Yan Divine Sword, it is still not enough in front of the God Emperor.
"Meng Haoge, it's in vain that we value you so much. Your father's affairs have not been implicated in you, but you actually did such a heinous thing?"
God Emperor Yongfeng was the first to stand up, with cold and angry eyes. The power of the God Emperor was already brewing, and he was ready to kill Meng Haoge at any time.
But he still had one thought, hoping that Meng Haoge would repent.
Meng Haoge's talent and his ancestral bloodline really make him cherish his talent.
Faced with the furious and murderous Emperor Yongfeng, Meng Haoge still remained calm and sighed: "Old Ancestor, logically speaking, you should support me, why do you want to kill me?"
"Support you?" God Emperor Yongfeng sneered, "Are you dreaming?"
"Isn't it?" Meng Haoge said lightly, "In the eyes of the four of you, the interests of the Ice Clan should outweigh everything, right? When the clan leader was poisoned, you abandoned Meng Qing and the entire branch behind Meng Qing, wasn't that because you valued the value of the clan leader?
?"
"Now, I have the ancestral bloodline, can control the Purple Yan Divine Sword, can lead the Ice Tribe to go further, and my value is higher than Meng'anchi. You should all support me!"
"Fart!" God Emperor Yongfeng said with murderous intent in his eyes, "I don't deny that you are a talent, but there is a bottom line in everything. Your behavior is outrageous. If you don't repent, you will be responsible for the consequences!"
Hearing this, Meng Haoge raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled frivolously: "You want to kill me? I'm afraid it's not that simple!"
"court death!"
God Emperor Yongfeng had a bad temper. At this moment, he was completely irritated. He raised his palm and formed a terrifying hand, covering the sky and the sun, as if he wanted to smash Meng Haoge and the entire Binghe Palace into nothingness.
When Meng Haoge saw this, not only did he not look afraid at all, but the corner of his mouth curled up.
Weird arc!
Meng Anchi kept staring at Meng Haoge, and suddenly seemed to realize something, his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted: "Ancestor Yongfeng, be careful of Yang Yan..."
But it's too late to tell, it'll be soon.
Peng!
With an unexpected blow, God Emperor Yongfeng was attacked from behind. Unprepared, the God Emperor's body was instantly penetrated.
Although one's cultivation level has reached the level of a God Emperor, it is not easy to die. However, this blow also caused God Emperor Yongfeng to lose his fighting power on the spot, and he fell to the ground miserably.
"Yang Yan, you..."
Yongfeng was so angry that he vomited several mouthfuls of blood. The ground where he was lying was completely infected by his imperial blood.
But the pain of physical injury is far less than the pain of heart injury.
He never dreamed that Yangyan God Emperor would sneak attack on him.
"how so……"
Meng Anchi, Meng Yixuan, the Lord of the Six Meridians and the Emperor of the Fourth Meridian were all stunned and couldn't believe it.
It’s just the elders of the twelve tribes, but the ancestors of the God Emperor are on Meng Haoge’s side?
Ice Tribe, are things really going to change?
"I should have thought of that!"
Meng Anchi blamed himself very much.
Ancestor Yang Yan sent a message to him, asking him to come to Binghe Palace. Immediately afterwards, the people of Liumai received fake messages from others and came to Binghe Palace together.
Everyone was caught in one fell swoop.
If you think about it carefully, there is definitely something wrong with the Yangyan God Emperor who first sent him the message.
It's just that all his anger was directed at Meng Haoge, and subconsciously he was really unwilling to doubt his ancestor, which resulted in his reaction being half a beat too slow.
"Yang Yan, what are you doing?"
The Eastern God Emperor and the Xinghai God Emperor were also stunned for a while, and when they came to their senses, they immediately glared and questioned the Yang Yan God Emperor.
But at this moment, two strange auras that were not weaker than them suddenly appeared, emerging from the ground like magic.
"Tie the divine rope!"
A golden rope was jointly sacrificed by the two strange god emperors, and it was tightly tied to the God Emperor of Eastern Austria and the God Emperor of Xinghai.
"This is……"
"Oops, I can't use my strength, my strength has been suppressed!"
The God Emperor of Eastern Austria and the God Emperor of Xinghai were horrified. The divine ropes restrained their movements and suppressed their power of the God Emperor, leaving them with no possibility of resistance.
"Tsk, tsk, the divine rope is a divine item given by the Taoist master himself. Even if the divine emperor is attacked, you will never be able to escape. Just accept your fate!" Two black shadows exuding an ominous aura said sadly.
"Demon?" The Eastern Divine Emperor and the Xinghai Divine Emperor were shocked and angry, "Have you already been lurking here?"
"Naturally, the biggest function of the Twelve Sealing Heaven Locking Dragon Formation is actually to allow the two of us to hide and wait for the chance to hit it!" The two Demon Emperors laughed, "This is a good idea that Yang Yan came up with, it's simply too good.
Bravo!"
"Haha, if you want to win over the Ice Tribe, you three God-Emperors are the most difficult to deal with. Even if we really have to fight hard, our probability of winning is still very high, but being able to solve it easily without loss like now is undoubtedly the best result!
"
In this battle, the Ice Tribe was defeated without any doubt.
Emperor Yongfeng was attacked by a surprise attack and was directly seriously injured.
Before the God Emperor of Dong'ao and the God Emperor of Xinghai took action, they were restrained by the divine ropes and did not play any role.
Effortlessly, all three god emperors were defeated, and the situation could no longer be reversed.
…
The ancestral realm, the second level of space.
Mengqing was still watching the battle, staring intently at the scene in the absolute space.
Compared to ten days ago, she looked much calmer.
Because, it's numb.
God knows how much impact this shocking sword fight, which lasted for more than ten days, had on her soul.
Her three views, beliefs, and cognitions were overturned, collapsed, and shattered again and again in these ten days.
"Extreme intention!"
"Undefeated!"
"Detachment!"
In the absolute space, Xiao Chen looked wild, wielding the same sword intent repeatedly, fighting against the soul of the ancestor again and again.
And in every battle, although there was no winner or loser, Mengqing clearly felt that Xiao Chen was constantly surpassing himself, constantly creating new areas, and constantly sublimating his sword intent.
In ten days, Xiao Chen surpassed himself at least hundreds of times.
On the other hand, the Soul of the Ancestor in the form of a sword was constantly passively responding to Xiao Chen's transcendent sword intent, constantly trembling, and the ice crystals on the sword began to fall off, as if it was on the verge of collapse.
"I just stabbed him once. I didn't want to torture him repeatedly, right?"
Mengqing murmured to herself.
At this moment, she actually sympathized with the soul of the ancestor. (To be continued)