This sound, Qingyang Huan's voice was not concealed in the slightest, and instantly spread throughout the entire Wanyuan World.

Countless warriors showed horror in their eyes, this was simply a face beating against Jixia Cave Heaven, and it was not even just humiliating the Holy Son of Jixia, but looking down on the entire Jixia Cave Heaven.

A naked indifference.

However, the Holy Son of Jixia, an existence with a supreme name in the West Pole Star world, was beaten to the dust, which made everyone watching the battle from all directions seem to feel as if this is really the case.

Jixia Dongtian descended on the Jinpeng Emperor Clan this time, and a discerning person knew what was going on at a glance.

"Let's go!"

Han Tian also understood that under this defeat, no matter what he was talking about, he was so pale and powerless, and it became a joke to forcibly take down the Jinpeng Emperor Clan.

Staying here is tantamount to letting people see the joke of the cave in vain.

The war fortress once again let out an earth-shattering roar, which woke up the warriors who had fallen into terror in all directions, and retreated from the cave!

Really retreated.

The power of one person, terrifying!

In the vast West Pole Star Heaven, the Jixia Cave Heaven, which has the name of supreme inheritance, retreats, which seems so unreal no matter how you look at it.

It's not like a supreme inheritance.

didn't care about the retreat of Jixia Dongtian, and Qingyang Huan fell into the Jinpeng Emperor City.

"Uncle, can you be relieved?"

He clenched his fists and said loudly to the middle-aged martial artist in front of him, and before the middle-aged martial artist could speak, his words sounded immediately.

"Uncle, if you don't accept it, I'll take it. ”

"Alas......"

Peng Yuezhi sighed lightly, and retreating from Jixia Dongtian seemed to be the best result.

If it weren't for the fact that the Emperor Realm Ancestor in the clan was lost in the Guiru World, and there was a fault in the Emperor Realm powerhouse, how could Jixia Dongtian be so rampant.

"Thank you, old man, you brothers and sisters have a good chat, and let Wanli entertain you well. ”

As the words fell, Peng Yuezhi's figure disappeared in place like a bubble.

"The junior brother has done a good job, these years Jixia Dongtian has long forgotten the glory of the sons and ancestors, and the deeds of the ancestors need to be inherited and carried forward, not the fox and the tiger. ”

Peng Wanli was very much in favor of Qingyang Huan's violent beating of the Holy Son.

"The cave is too rotten, and it has forgotten the blue wisps of the ancestors of the Dark Ages. ”

In fact, this is also the reason why Qingyang Huan let out such bold words, so that Jixia Dongtian was not convinced to fight.

If it wasn't Jixia Dongtian that came today, but the other Dongtian Ancient Kingdom, their group would definitely not end well.

In the final analysis, it is because of the sons of a hundred schools of thought.

At the beginning of the ancient era, the human race had just been born, and the clan was weak, and the sons and ancestors were the guardians and preachers of the human civilization, representing the brightest light and glory of the human race, guiding the way forward for the reproduction of the human race.

Even in the Middle Ages, the Terran martial arts multiplied to the peak of the general trend, and hundreds of schools of thought contended, and the sons and hundreds of schools of thought were also the guiding lights of the Terran martial arts.

Inheriting the path of the ancient ancestors, preaching in all directions, and carrying forward the martial arts of the human race, this is the responsibility of all sons and hundreds of schools.

But the result?

Not only did Jixia Dongtian not take on the responsibility of inheriting the martial arts and promoting the glory of the ancient saints, but when the ancient human race was hit hard, he was also outside the human race and ran counter to the human race.

In this case, Han Tian, the Holy Son of the Son, could still control the Holy Armor of the Sons and the Holy Sword of the Sons and evolve the divine form of the Hundred Saints of the Sons, which was simply humiliating the glory of the ancient saints.

Over the years, the Jixia Cave Heaven has been declining more and more, and it is nothing more than this reason, not all the ancestors of the Sons and Ancestors in the last year have the great power of the town.

Only the Suiren Clan, the Shennong Clan, the Nuwa Clan and other Ancestral Saints possess the power of the Great Shore and cultivate to a high and profound realm, and more Ancestral Saints have their strength from the general trend of the human race that they gather.

Therefore, the road to the cave is crooked, and I only see the glory of the sons and sages, but I forget the blood that carries the glory.

Peng Wanli overlooked the four directions of the imperial city, and the viewer gradually calmed down the ancient city, and the fluctuation in his heart gradually pressed down.

Even if he makes a move, he can't be as neat as his junior brother, this is a battle between the tip of the needle and Maimang, and there will be casualties.

"Everyone thought the sky was full of glory, but I thought it was white bones. ”

At this moment, Qingyang Huan let out a sigh of emotion, attracting Peng Wanli's attention, this sentence is not like the tone of the junior brother at all.

With such profound and profound words, is it still your own junior brother?

"Hmm. ”

When he turned his eyes to Qing Yang Huan, he found that Qing Yang Huan was not far away, and a deep purple light swirled around him.

The purple light is simple and unpretentious, it seems to contain an ancient will, and in the dark, Peng Wanli frowned, and his expression was a little gloomy.

With his realm, he naturally has a strong qi luck, and at this moment, he has already gained insight into some things, although it is not so clear, but he has guessed a few points.

This junior brother of his own family is really not worry-free!

Airplanes!

Then, the purple qi that was free on the surface of Qingyang Huan's battle body gradually evolved into a wisp of silk thread.

From deep purple to black in the blink of an eye, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, sticking to the surface of his body, like venom trying to envelop his body.

Doom!

Heavenly Tribulation!

The appearance of the Heavenly Dao was too popular, so that some warriors in the mountains and seas couldn't sit still.

Peng Wanli narrowed his eyes, staring at the increasingly blazing purple and black light on Qingyang Huan's body.

When he was apprenticing with his master, he also wanted to get a glimpse of the Dharma of the heavens, but the master said that it was not suitable for him.

This is a road with no advance or retreat, and it is also a road of great perseverance and great risk.

Once you set foot on it, there are ups and downs, and there is no retreat!

At this moment, his body did not move, and the momentum on his body had accumulated to the peak, standing next to Qingyang Huan.

In this expedition, he also has to participate in it, how can he be a senior brother and leave his junior brother alone.

Rise!

Suddenly, a vast dragon roar sounded, which seemed to spread throughout the nine heavens and ten earths, the universe and the starry sky, falling from the vast starry sky and falling into the Wanyuan world.

In an instant, countless martial artists in Wanyuan were suddenly startled under this dragon roar, and they reacted immediately, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something different in the place where they were.

The vast starry sky, falling starlight, the laurel moon hangs high, and the faint moonlight falls down.

"Huh~. ”

"How close is it!"

Suddenly, a warrior exclaimed, waking up the slightly confused warrior.

They suddenly found that the stars surrounding the Guixu World had pressed down the entire starry sky, and they could even clearly see the uneven traces on the surface of each star.

The stars appeared, and the heavens and the earth were filled with dark shadows.

"Look, what's that!"

Above the starry sky, a huge dark shadow emerged with the slow rotation of an ancient star.

The monstrous demonic aura rushed into the stars, and a cold shadow stood on the stars, and the falling demon shadow pulled out tens of thousands of zhang in size on the land of Wanyuan, rendering the red blood.

The shadow like a demon god has dozens of feet, grasping deep into the depths of the stars, and the crimson blood washes over the undulating surface of the stars.

The Demon Shadow had several thick horns on top of its head, dark red armor on its body, bursting with a cold metallic feeling, and its body was covered with barbs as sharp as sharp weapons.

The hideous and terrifying appearance makes people's hearts sway, and their eyes are like a bloody sun reflecting the sky.

At this moment, the demon god was looking down indifferently.

And also......

At this moment, Wanyuan's martial artists suddenly found that the world of ruins outside Wanyuan was completely torn apart, and a pair of figures that made their hearts terrifying, I don't know when they were crowded above the starry sky.

The vast starry sky, the dim ruins, there are constantly figures, and a pair of eyes are filled with vicissitudes or essence.

Exhale and turn into a dragon, and the momentum is intertwined and collided, opening a magnificent battle map.

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