"How could you be a two-star fighting saint? How could it be possible?"
Sensing Yao Ming's aura, Yao Xiaotian's face instantly turned pale and he roared uncontrollably.
He never expected that after being suppressed for so many years, Yao Ming's strength would not decline but increase, soaring directly from the semi-saint back then to the level of a two-star fighting saint!
This speed of improvement is simply astonishing.
"As expected of the leader of the Yao Ming clan, his talent is so much better than that of Yao Xiaotian!"
Elder Ming and others also showed ecstasy in their eyes.
As Warcraft, their cultivation speed may not be as fast as humans, but they have a long lifespan.
In the beast world, it takes hundreds of years to go from half-saint to two-star fighting saint, which is already quite a fast speed.
"Hey, are you disappointed?"
"Although this Nine Netherworld has brought me endless torture, it has also greatly increased my strength."
"You didn't expect this, didn't you?"
Yao Ming smiled evilly, his gloomy and resentful eyes locked on the pale Yao Xiaotian, stepping into the void step by step, and slowly walked away towards the latter.
"My good brother, today, I will return to you all the suffering you have made me suffer for hundreds of years!"
After a few flashes, Yao Ming appeared in front of Yao Tianxiao, with a ferocious look slowly rising on his face.
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"ah!!!"
Accompanied by an earth-shattering sound, Yao Xiaotian's screams also resounded loudly.
Yao Xiaotian lay helplessly on top of a giant peak. Nearly half of the peak that was originally a thousand feet high collapsed.
In the fight between the fighting saints, a huge mountain will be wiped out with just a few moves.
"Bang!"
Yao Ming stepped hard on Yao Tianxiao's body, and terrifying ripples of wind erupted from the center of his foot, shaking some nearby boulders into powder.
And that Demonic Sky Xiao also spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood was also mixed with some broken internal organs.
"My good brother, after so many years, you have only made this little progress, which really disappoints me!"
Yao Ming stepped on Yao Xiaotian and looked at him condescendingly.
Yao Xiaotian had already been severely injured by Gu Duxing's sword, and his strength was not as good as Yao Ming's.
The outcome of this battle has been determined from the beginning.
Yao Xiaotian is not Yao Ming's enemy at all.
"Brother, spare me, spare me. It was the Great Elder who seduced me in the first place, and that's why I did such things."
With Yao Ming firmly stepping on his heart, Yao Tianxiao's originally sinister face also became filled with fear, and he screamed.
"Now you know I am your eldest brother?"
"Good brother, I owe all these hundreds of years of suffering to you!"
Yao Ming's tone was sinister. He slowly knelt down and stroked Yao Tianxiao's head with his palms. His originally ferocious face suddenly became softer for a moment.
"do you know?"
"Back then, I truly regarded you as my brother. If you didn't betray me, the position of clan leader would be yours sooner or later..."
"But...why do you want to murder me?"
After saying this, Yao Ming's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his palm was like the sharpest blade, fiercely inserted into Yao Xiaotian's head, and at this moment, all the blood and brain matter were shot out.
"boom!"
The palm of his hand was inserted into Yao Xiaotian's head. Yao Ming's face was expressionless, and then he slowly retracted his palm. In his palm, there was a black ball the size of a fist.
The bead body was extremely smooth, and faintly, black mist flowed within it, converging into a screaming face, which was clearly the face of the demon Xiaotian.
In the world, all the members of the Jiuyou Diming Python Clan were looking at the mountain peak. They could feel that Yao Xiaotian's aura and bloodline fluctuations had completely disappeared from this world.
Holding the black ball, a look of sadness flashed across Yao Ming's eyes. When his great revenge was avenged, he did not feel much joy in his heart. Brothers killing each other is the most tragic thing in the world.
scene.
But Yao Ming is Yao Ming, and he has already become hard-hearted after suffering so much.
Yangtian let out a long breath, waved his sleeves, and put away Yao Xiaotian's body. His dark eyes scanned the elders present, and his eyes were full of majesty.
"Congratulations to Patriarch Yaoming for returning to the throne, we will follow him to the death!"
As the emperor and his ministers, Yao Xiaotian was dead. Some wise elders and elders who were loyal to Yao Ming all stepped forward and said respectfully.
"Thank you, elders. You will handle the affairs of the clan. There is no need to keep those who should not be kept."
Yao Ming said calmly.
Yao Xiaotian has been the clan leader for hundreds of years, so he must have many close followers.
Now that he is going to take power again, these people will have to be eradicated sooner or later.
Otherwise, it will cause trouble sooner or later.
"yes!"
Hearing this, the elders quickly responded respectfully.
Seeing Yao Ming handling clan affairs in an orderly manner, Lu Yunxiao nodded slightly.
Yao Ming, this person, actually looks like the master of a certain force.
If it develops well, it can be regarded as a hero.
"My lord, please come this way!"
After explaining this, Yao Ming came to Lu Yunxiao's side and said respectfully.
"Um!"
Lu Yunxiao nodded slightly and followed Yao Ming towards the Nether Python clan in Jiuyou.
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"My lord, this is the ninth-level magic core that our Nine Netherland Underworld Python Clan has treasured for many years."
"Ninth-level magic cores are too rare. Even our clan doesn't have many of them."
"For countless years, there are only ten coins."
In a palace, Yao Ming held a Nai Ring in his hand and said to Lu Yunxiao.
The ninth-level magic core is what remains after the death of a ninth-level super magic beast.
It can be said to be extremely noble.
The Nine Netherworld Python Clan has been inherited since ancient times. Over a long period of time, there have been quite a few fighting saint-level beings in the clan.
But the problem is that those are all the ancestors of the Netherworld Python Clan in the Nine Netherlands.
Their magic cores need to be sacrificed by future generations. Where can they be taken out for people to refine puppet elixirs?
Apart from this, these are the only ninth-level demon cores that can be found in the Jiuyou Earthly Nether Python Clan.
After all, the Jiuyou Earth Nether Python Clan is also in decline, and many things within the clan have actually been lost.
A lot of the wealth I once had has been consumed.
"Ten pieces is already a lot. I'm sorry to bother you."
Lu Yunxiao casually took the ring and said with a smile.
There are a total of fourteen Fighting Saint-level bodies in his hands.
Apart from the bones taken from ancient ruins and those that need to be left for Yaochen, there are still thirteen bodies left.
Among these thirteen bodies, one is the body of the ancient Heavenly Phoenix. This body already has a demonic core and is not needed.