Boom!

The Holy Sword of the Sons roared, and the Holy Son felt that his whole body was shocked and numb, and the aura contained in the Heavenly Dao Law swept through his limbs and hundreds of bones almost instantly, surging like a great river.

Qing Yang Huan's punch was too powerful, impacting the battle body, causing his heart to shake, and the cold killing in the chaos was circulating, tearing apart his spiritual world and making his heart sway.

If it weren't for the Holy Sword of Zhuzi in his hand, he would have been completely crushed under this punch.

"The sons preach, the flame will not be extinguished!"

Immediately after, Han Tian let out a long roar, and the ancient figure standing behind him also roared.

"I have never forgotten the blood-stained sky......

"I would like to be turned into firewood and light the way forward for the human race......"

......

The ancient ritual sound sounded again, and the ancestors overcame thorns and thorns, holding torches, illuminating the way forward for the human race in the Dark Blood Age.

In the hazy time and space, perseverance is condensed in the vicissitudes of life, and the upright body is like a pillar of heaven that will never fall, supporting the heaven and earth of the human race.

Thundered!

At this moment, Han Tian held the holy sword in his hand and stabbed out a dazzling holy light.

This blow doesn't show any wonderful moves, just like the ancestors in the barren jungle, chopping the thorns growing on the road ahead, cutting out a road.

However, from this sword light, Qingyang Huan saw that the ancient sages were overcoming obstacles and stepping out of the way.

In order to survive, some of the great perseverance and great sages in the human race began to pass on the skills of survival to the Quartet.

The blue wisps of the initial era of the human race manifested in the void also made the hearts of the warriors of the Quartet sway, and their eyes exuded confusion, as if they had returned to the time and space of ancient times.

The holy light of preaching was as crystal as raindrops, and the holy sword that Qing Yang Huan was facing stepped away again, holding the fist mark in both hands, attracting the Chaos Dao Talisman, and almost all the blood and qi were boiling.

For a while, the surrounding heavens and ten thousand daos seemed to be burned into molten slurry, condensed with each other, and the mixed elements were one, moving in unison with him.

At this moment, in his palm, the mysteries of the Ten Thousand Daos were like wandering elves, like arm commands, bursting out with a killing intent in his heart.

Then, a small yellow world emerged behind him, suppressing the shaking world.

Kill!

The Holy Son roared angrily, he inherited the glory of the hundred schools of thought from the ancients, gathered the general trend of the hundred schools of thought, and pushed the momentum to the peak realm.

The momentum of the Holy Sword of Zhuzi in his hand rose again, and the momentum climbed almost endlessly, splitting the heaven and the earth, making the heaven and earth collapse, and drowning Qingyang Huan's figure.

Airplanes!

The fist flowed with the qi of the mixed element and the unity, and the ten thousand daos that were free from heaven and earth surrounded it, like a brilliant flame, as Qingyang Huan's fist melted the collapsed void, allowing him to strike a vacuum in front of him.

With the blast of this punch, there was also an ancient figure behind Qingyang Huan that began to manifest.

This figure stands tall in the sky, like a torch, exuding dazzling light and dispelling the darkness of heaven and earth.

The simple and rough animal skin is split on the shoulder, straight as the backbone of the heavenly pillar, as broad as the shoulders of the mountains, like standing in the heaven and earth, the sun, moon and stars seem to be the embellishments around them.

What the!

Seeing the figure emerging from behind Qingyang Huan, all the warriors of the Quartet showed a ghostly look in their eyes.

How is this possible!

Especially the descendants of the hundreds of families standing in the arrow tower in the fortress of war, their eyes were more like they had seen something terrifying.

The figure behind Qingyang Huan, they are too familiar.

And in the 'Hundred Saints' behind the Holy Son, it is exactly the same as the one at the front!

The majestic sound surrounded the heaven and earth, almost crowded the sky on the side of Qingyang Huan, and the torch in his hand illuminated the night sky, dispelled the cold in the cold night, and illuminated the future of the ancient and modern future.

Suiren!

The Terran sage who had made the fire for the Terrans and dispelled the horrors of the night!

After just observing for a moment, he copied the divine shadow imprint of the Terran Ancestor Saint, which was really too terrifying.

Not only that, the Divine Shadow of the Suiren Clan that walked out behind Qingyang Huan actually overshadowed the general trend of the 'Hundred Saints' gathering behind Han Tian at once.

The power of one person actually suppressed the momentum of a supreme cave inheritance, no matter how you look at it, it is a dream-like thing.

Even in the Jixia Cave Heaven, in the long inheritance, no disciple of the sect can imprint the traces of the ancestors in such a short period of time.

This is the oldest pre-saint mark of the human race.

Jixia Cave Heaven, although it is known as the hundred schools of thought, but if you really want to talk about it, most of the marks of the first generation of ancestors who were the first to protect the human race in ancient times have disappeared between heaven and earth.

Most of the imprints of the sons that survive in the cave are left by the ancestors of the Middle Ages when the cave was established in the Middle Ages.

The imprint left by the ancestors who laid down the inheritance in the Middle Ages, the innate and the ancient times, and the first generation of ancestors who laid the foundation for the human race have an irreparable gap, one in the sky and one in the ground.

Even the doctrine of the hundred schools of thought did not exist before antiquity, but in the Middle Ages, the warriors of the human race reintegrated the various martial arts inheritances that were circulated in the human continent into a collection of treatises.

In the very early days of the birth of the human race, in order to spread the torch of the human race, the small group of human ancestors respected as the first saint and the supreme human emperor.

The Suiren clan that illuminates the way forward to obtain fire for the human race, the Shennong clan who discerns poison for the human race, and the Nuwa clan who make up for the lack of heaven for the human race......

Legend has it that during those dark years, the human race had no years at all, and there was no daylight, and there was a day without tomorrow.

These ancestors inherited the martial arts for the human race, taught the human warriors various means, and had the power to resist foreign enemies and natural and man-made disasters.

Each of these people is enough to be called a great sage, a saint!

Sons and Hundred Saints!

This honor does not come from combat power.

The reason why it gradually evolved into a hundred schools of thought is because the warriors of the later generations can no longer reach the great achievements of their ancestors, so why do they call themselves "saints".

The beginning of the martial arts of the human race under the inheritance of the ancestors, and the inheritance of the later generations, cannot be compared with the ancestors, so they can only retreat to the second.

......

The figure of the ancestor who originated from the beginning of antiquity, even if it was just a thin shadow, also made the Quartet warriors feel the blood shock.

With a punch, the mixed yuan is like one, like the beginning of ten thousand ways, and for a while, Qingyang Huan burst out with a kind of majestic swallowing mountains and rivers.

Not good!

Seeing that the divine shadow that came out from behind Qingyang Huan was even more majestic than his back, Han Tian's heart throbbed fiercely.

Rumble!

At this moment, the terrifying power flooded all directions, and the holy sword hummed, completely shattered, and turned into a little rain of light.

The divine shadow of the Suiren Clan was pressed into the air, and Han Tian felt that the Hundred Saints behind him were dissolving, and the grace that belonged to the Ancestor Sect was leaving him.

Click!

The holy sword shattered, and Qing Yanghuan's fist was wrapped in the momentum and imprinted on his chest, and the mixed yuan aura in the Heavenly Dao Law directly stirred his whole body.

Burst!

A muffled snort sounded, and Han Tian's arm that had previously held the holy sword drooped down, the tiger's mouth cracked, and blood gurgled down.

Qing Yang Huan's strength completely dispersed the blood qi in his whole body in this instant, his muscles and bones spasmed, and his body flew out sideways towards the back.

The hazy figures of the ancestors suspended behind him were completely disappeared between heaven and earth by his impact, bursting like a dream.

Rumble!

Facing the direction of Han Tian's violent retreat, Qing Yang Huan moved forward again, the power imprinted on his body, and the terrifying energy penetrated his chest, piercing the void behind him.