The three dragon kings were forcibly sacrificed by the Upper Realm Dragon Clan, and the power they stimulated instantly replenished all the power needed for the cross-border advent ceremony, and the passage between the two realms was completely opened in an instant!

Rise!

The impassioned and high-pitched dragon groan was heard from the passage for the first time, with excitement and contempt. This Upper Realm Dragon Clan is about to descend on this land with a posture overlooking the Ten Thousand Worlds!

With a dragon groan, all the ancient saints retreated with flushed faces, their eyes shocked, and they had a preliminary understanding of the power of this upper realm dragon clan!

I didn't expect this Upper Realm Dragon Clan to be so simple, seeing that the enemy was no match for a group of ancient saints, he directly killed the three dragon kings and used their power to open a cross-border passage!

Silently put away the Confucian pen, Wang Mu knew in his heart that the Confucian pen had absolute power in the ten thousand worlds, but he was not completely sure about the dragon clan that had descended from the upper realm.

Instead of wasting the power of the Confucian pen, it is better to preserve the strength and think of another strategy!

The dragon's roar spread thousands of miles away, and in the cross-border passage filled with infinite charm, a huge dragon head slowly poked out of the passage!

This dragon head, with its horns and horns, seems to condense all the brilliant lights of the world, and its eyes are full of coldness and ruthless indifference.

"Sprinkle the trumpet!"

The huge dragon's mouth suddenly drank softly, and an obscure dragon language resounded in the entire Ten Thousand Worlds.

With this soft shout from the Upper Realm Dragon Clan, the surrounding ancient saints suddenly all snorted, and on the mellow and flawless holy body, it was like porcelain, and a large area of shocking cracks appeared!

"What's going on?!"

The shocking changes in their bodies shocked the ancient saints, and the sense of panic that they had never felt before permeated the hearts of these beings who occupied the peak of the Ten Thousand Worlds!

Looking at those ancient saints whose holy bodies were cracked with contempt, the bodies of the Upper Realm Dragon Clan squirmed, constantly cracking the edges of the cross-border passages, so that the bodies under their bodies could descend into the Ten Thousand Realms as soon as possible.

Covering a long diagonal crack on his face, Pang Cang suddenly looked back at Bai Mei, who was still sitting silently on the side, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "Bai Mei, aren't you going to make a move?"

Glancing up at Pang Cang, the white eyebrows with an intact body did not show signs of cracking the holy body like other ancient saints, and when he heard Pang Cang's urging, the white eyebrows smiled: "Not yet, my patience has not reached the limit."

However, there should be someone who can't help it. ”

Bai Mei's words made Pang Cang's eyes sink, and his eyes subconsciously looked in a certain direction!

The Holy Body was cracked, and the ancient saints did not say that it was to stop the cross-border behavior of the Upper Realm Dragon Clan, or simply to keep their consciousness awake, which became a very difficult thing.

The low shout of the Upper Realm Dragon Clan seemed to have directly penetrated a certain part of the Great Dao of the Ten Thousand Worlds, causing these ancient saints who were in line with the Great Dao of the Ten Thousand Realms to be severely hit by the most primordial source!

No one stopped it, and the speed of the arrival of the Upper Realm Dragon Clan became faster and faster, and in less than a quarter of an hour, thousands of miles of body were squeezed out of the cross-border passage.

The more parts of the body descend, the stronger the power of the upper realm dragon clan, seeing that the advent speed of this dragon clan is getting faster and faster, Pang Cang and Wang Mu glanced at each other, and finally couldn't help but crush the jasper ring on his finger.

The moment Pang Cang crushed the ring, the dragon clan who was crossing the border suddenly turned his head and looked at Pang Cang.

"Look for death!"

The screams of the Upper Realm Dragon Clan attracted the attention of the remaining ancient saints, and they all looked at Pang Cang, not understanding what Pang Cang had done, and he could actually attract the angry shouts of this Dragon Clan!

With a flicker of eyes, the gaze of the Upper Realm Dragon Clan condensed like substance, turning into a fierce light and flying out towards Pang Cang!

Are you going to die......

The holy body was cracked, Pang Cang couldn't dodge it at all, seeing that the sharp man was approaching, Pang Cang's face was fearless, but there was regret in his eyes, and the corner of his eye glanced at the Lord of Shu Mountain who was still sitting on the side not far away.

Pang Cang shook his head in his heart, it seemed that he couldn't see who this divine was......

Just when Pang Cang was unable to dodge the attack of the Upper Realm Dragon Clan, and was about to be killed, a figure in thick armor suddenly broke over, knocking Pang Cang far away, and his right arm was hit by this sharp ray of the Upper Realm Dragon Clan, and his entire right arm turned into powder.

"Pastoral ......"

Looking at the sound of knocking himself away in astonishment, Pang Cang was stunned, and then said with a wry smile: "Pang is not as good as the shepherd's arm." ”

"Fart, it's just one hand, just find the ape king another day and pick up another one. ”

One arm was broken, Wang Mu's face was like gold paper, beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping, but he was still smiling and saying.

Wang Mu's arm was destroyed, although it was easy to say, but everyone knew in their hearts that Wang Mu's right arm was completely wiped out at the time of the blow of the Upper Realm Dragon Clan, and Wang Mu's right arm was directly cut off from the root.

At least in the Ten Thousand Worlds, there is no way to help Wang Mu recover again!

From Pang Cang's crushing of the jasper ring here, to Wang Mushe's arming to block Pang Cang's death, all of this only happened in a moment of lightning.

And as Pang Cang crushed the jasper ring, millions of miles away from the Ancestor Dragon Court, thirty ancient saint-level breaths quickly came to the Ancestor Dragon Court.

"I*&*, the Terrans actually have such a number of ancient saint ......"

Seeing the thirty ancient saints of the human race who were rushing quickly, the Great Saint of the World Destroying and other ancient saints of the alien race were all shocked.

The Great Venerable of the World Destroyer himself even scolded a series of slang words of different races, and the content was obviously some content that scolded the insidious chicken thieves of the human race.

Thirty ancient saints of the human race descended, but their bodies were all covered with terrifying cracks like the ancient saints present, but these ancient saints were surrounded by this milky white light, which seemed to be able to reduce the impact of the holy body cracks.

Let these ancient saints still be able to maintain a part of their combat power!

At the head of the Thirty Ancient Saints were two men with a thick breath, like heaven and earth.

A person is tall, wearing a gold-striped purple robe, his head is meticulously combed, and his eyes are full of the majesty of the world's holies!

The other person is a rickety old man who is very similar to Yuan Wouji, but unlike Yuan Wouji's profound and wise people as soon as they meet, this old man gives people the greatest feeling that he is ordinary.

An ordinary that takes away all the glory and brilliance, an ordinary that will not be lifted by the corners of the clothes when standing in the center of the red dust!

"Old man, Thunder Emperor. ”

Thirty Ancient Saints were led by two men to the Ancestor Dragon Court, and Wang Mu, who was covering his right arm, also flew in front of the two leading men.

"How did you do this?"

The man in the gold-patterned purple robe with endless majesty on his face was the ancestor of the Jileitan Sect who had performed dazzlingly in the martial arts before.

The Thunder Emperor, one of the Five Emperor Lords of the Terran Race!

"Nothing, just an accident. ”

Waving his hand and smiling, Wang Mu turned his head to look at the ordinary little old man on the side: "Old man, things have exceeded expectations, this time there may be some trouble." ”

The little old man who was called by Wang Mu to be an old man tried his best to raise his rickety back, glanced at the Upper Realm Dragon Clan who had already descended most of his body in the sky, and blinked twice with his cloudy old eyes: "It's really a bit troublesome......

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