Under the teleportation stone platform, there was an old man standing on the side of the stone tablet, dressed in tattered armor, with a hideous hole in his abdomen, and a desolate and ancient aura precipitated on his body, which was the embodiment of the will of the ancient sage.

"The ancient saint fell, a wisp of will is immortal, incarnated into hundreds of millions, guarding the border battlefield, the long years, now that all races are attacking, the fortress will be broken, it is time for him to make a move. ”

Ye Ling said, looking at the incarnation of the ancient saint will on the side of the stone stele, at the human race around where countless people had been slaughtered, and then at the surrounding group of white-blood clan divine martial powers, his expression was slightly condensed.

A group of white-blooded Divine Martial Powers looked at the old man on the side of the stone tablet, their eyes condensed slightly, and then smiled.

"He's been down for endless years, there's only a wisp of will left, and you still think he's going to save you. ”

"If he really has the will, on the border battlefield, there are tens of thousands of fortresses that have been breached, why didn't he make a move, Ling Ye, do you think you are different from them?"

A group of white-blood clan gods said mightily, looking at Ye Ling, who was tightly protected by Dongyuan, with a sneering expression.

Ye Ling looked at a group of people, smiled faintly, his eyes were like a galaxy, surging and agitating, and there was a touch of arrogance on his face.

"I'm really different from them. Ye Ling said, looking at the ancient saint phantom on the side of the stone tablet, a group of divine martial powers were stunned and laughed.

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, Ling Ye, you are indeed different from ordinary people, crazy enough, proud enough, but this does not save you. ”

A white-blooded divine martial power said, with a sword, cutting through the void, slashing through the starry sky, slashing towards Ye Ling, Dongyuan's eyes condensed, and the power of the soul surged, and he greeted it with a palm.

"Boom!"

Dongyuan's body trembled, and he was knocked to the ground, and the white-blood clan Shenwu Da Neng glanced at Dongyuan lightly, with a cold expression.

"Don't measure yourself, you dare to stand in front of me when you just enter the Divine Martial Realm, Protector, you are too weak. ”

He said, and then looked at Ye Ling, the corners of his mouth turned slightly, a smile overflowed, and a sword swept towards Ye Ling, Ye Ling looked at him lightly, did not move a step, and his expression was full of calm.

"Buzz!"

The sword fell, stopping in front of Ye Ling, as if an invisible force imprisoned a void in front of Ye Ling, and the white-blooded divine martial power on the sword stiffened, and there was a touch of horror on his face.

He ...... Moved. A white-blooded Divine Martial Power looked at the person on the side of the stone tablet with a trembling expression.

"Whew!"

A crack was born in the void, splitting the divine martial power in front of Ye Ling into two, and annihilating in the void, a group of divine martial powers all shrank their pupils, and they all retreated, their faces trembling.

"How is it possible, he has been dead for endless years, and his will is about to dissipate. ”

A group of white-blooded gods stared at the old man on the side of the stone tablet with a shocked expression.

"Tens of thousands of Terran fortresses have been breached, and there are also his incarnations in those Terran fortresses, why didn't he make a move, but this time. ”

Suddenly, a group of people thought of what Ye Ling had just said, their eyes froze, and their hearts were shocked.

I am indeed different from them, could it be that this Ancient Saint Will Phantom is really moved because of this Human Race Supreme Dao Genius in front of him, and only a Supreme Dao Heaven can alarm the Ancient Saint Will?

"Zira!"

The soft sound of armor, very soft, almost inaudible, sounded in the souls of a group of people.

"It's him ......"

Around the stone stele, countless white-blooded clans looked at the old man, changed color in unison, and fled in all directions.

The old man slowly raised his head, his eyes were empty, and there was no expression, but Ye Ling knew that he was looking at him, looking at the old man, Ye Ling bowed down, and around him, countless human races knelt down.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life. Ye Ling said, the old man just looked at Ye Ling, the void was suffocating.

"He was just the will of an ancient saint, and after all the ages, it had almost dissipated and destroyed him. ”

A white-blooded divine martial power said, holding a giant hammer, setting off a monstrous thunder and smashing it towards the old man.

"Woo-ra!"

The thunder was extinguished, the giant hammer turned into flying ashes and dissipated, and the divine power of this white-blooded clan was also extinguished in an instant, and the old man was still standing, looking at Ye Ling, as if he had crossed the eternity and stared at him.

"Kill Ling Ye. A group of white-blooded Divine Martial Powers said, more than a dozen Divine Martial Powers shot out in unison, killing towards Ye Ling, the old man raised his hand, and the void around Ye Ling burst like a bubble.

More than a dozen white-blood clan gods and martial powers were directly annihilated, and countless white-blood clans were stunned, and they didn't want anything else, so they fled directly.

"Withdraw!"

"The ancient saint of the human race has been resurrected, run away!"

The countless white-blooded armies were no longer afraid of death before, only a look of horror remained, and they fled frantically, including the white-blooded clan's divine power, which also fled.

In just a moment, nearly twenty divine martial powers fell, how could they be defeated if they existed like this.

The White Blood Clan withdrew, leaving behind a ruined fortress, and countless people looked at Ye Ling, and then at the Ancient Saint Will Phantom, all of them were shocked.

They could see that the reason why the Ancient Saint Will Phantom was resurrected was because of Ye Ling, Ye Ling, he could actually let the Ancient Sage Phantom resurrect to protect him, what was his origin?

At this moment, everyone had a doubt in their hearts, remembering the battle between Ye Ling and Leng Ye.

Leng Ye had the blood of a saint and used the holy law, but he was still defeated, which can only prove one thing, Ye Ling's body still has a bloodline, a bloodline that is more terrifying than the bloodline of the sun shooting saint.

One stood on one side of the stone monument, the other stood in the sky, one old and one young, and the world seemed to be the only two of them left.

Long

"Live...... Make move. A voice sounded, very vicissitudes, as if it had been transmitted across the ages, countless people shook, and then looked at the phantom of will on the side of the stone tablet, and the bottom of his heart trembled, and then knelt down.

The will of the ancient saint dissipated little by little, turning into a streamer and merging into the starry sky, and at the same time, on the border battlefield, the phantoms of the ancient saint in all the fortresses were dissipating, and countless people were shaking.

"The Ancient Will has dissipated. "A fortress, the defender and a few commanders looked at the dissipated ancient saint remnants with a solemn face.

"The dissipation of the ancient saint's will is a harbinger of the arrival of the Terran Tribulation?"

"All races are coming to attack, and the lives are ruined, and the ancient saints can't protect us, and the border battlefield can't be defended. ”

......

One by one, the fortresses, watching the ancient holy will dissipate, began to evacuate one after another, entering the Terran starry sky.

Alive!

Ye Ling looked at the dissipated Gu Sage, his expression was shocked, it was this sentence again, the Gu Sage will be resurrected, just said such a sentence to him, repeating the words in his ear over and over again.

"Tai Sui. ”

In Ye Ling's mind, a voice of vicissitudes and a long distance sounded, and Ye Ling's body stiffened.

It was the gate of hell, and a voice came from behind the door, and behind the door was someone who saw the scene of the dissipation of the ancient saint's will.