The Holy Ancestor Situ Nan on the thirty-first day of the ancient clan used to be majestic in front of the ancient city of Zhenyin, wanting to kill Bai Fan, but now, he was no different from an ant in front of Bai Fan, and he couldn't even see his neck, and now he was pierced by Xiao Moli with a shot, and his body and Yuan Shen quickly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That black war gun, although it looks inconspicuous, unpretentious, and even has rust in some places, but it contains a shocking murderous aura, as if a dusty soldier was suddenly born, to make everyone tremble!

And at this time, Xiao Moli's appearance has changed greatly, his whole body is wrapped in a layer of black scale armor with a metallic glow, and he wears a helmet on his head that covers all his face, only at the place of his eyes there are two spars that exude red light, and his cold and ruthless eyes can be faintly seen, and even his hair seems to be wrapped in a layer of flowing metal, and every flutter is sonorous.

At this moment, Xiao Moli seems to be no longer a human monk, but has really become the Guyu Demon God, giving people an infinitely long sense of vicissitudes and violence.

Bai Fan's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this scene, Xiao Moli's change was exactly the same as that of the Gods and Demons Sect in the Immortal Realm, so it seemed that the inheritance of the Gods and Demons Sect really came from the twenty-eighth day of rebellion.

In fact, for this vein, whether it is the shepherd god Qingli or the corpse emperor Qing coffin, Bai Fan only said a few words and passed by, but the history of this vein is actually very ancient.

This kind of supernatural avenue that uses the situation of battle armor to make itself infinitely close to the body of the demon god of the ancient clan is not created by Xiao Moli, but a inheritance that has been handed down since the time of the Immortal Gu.

It is rumored that in the middle of the Immortal Ancient Period, during the turbulent era after the Bodhi Mountain Rebellion, many Terran monks were captured by the Gu Clan and taken to Guyu.

Some of these people became slaves, some became war servants, some became the objects of simple abuse and amusement, and some became research objects...... In short, the fate is miserable and indescribable.

One of them is a descendant of two slave immortal cultivators, he was born shortly after his parents died unexpectedly, so he did not have access to the slightest bit of the human race's exercises, but he was raised by a kind-hearted old man of the ancient race, and he was not willing to be humbled by the fate of a lifetime, so he tried his best to start from the most basic cultivation method of the ancient race, and tried to cultivate with the body of the human race.

This path is naturally extremely difficult, not to mention that the bloodline of the ancient clan is very different from that of the human race, and he can't solve it just because everyone in the ancient clan has an auxiliary body.

Moreover, the exercises he could get were all rotten road goods that everyone knew, such as the Terran Clan's Powerful Fist and Qi Condensation Technique.

But under such difficult conditions, he really walked out of a strong road that no one had ever come before, and he treated a rusty spear he picked up as a secondary body, and not only recited the scriptures to it every day, but also watered it with his own blood every day.

This move that seems to be like a neurotic move in the eyes of normal people, but it really achieved great success in the future, the rusty gun was watered with its blood, grew with it, and gave birth to spiritual wisdom, so that he had the capital to live in Guyu, and then after twists and turns, he finally returned to the fairy world and obtained the purest human martial arts.

From then on, he cultivated the avenue of the human race and the ancient race at the same time, and after a period of cold and snow-like penance, he was finally able to preach the bitter sea with the spear.

It's just that in that turbulent era, many supremes in the fairy world fell in the war, and finally were drowned in the long river of history.

This person is also like this, he has been low-key all his life, whether it is in the fairy world or in Gu Yu, it is just a flash in the pan by chance, but as long as the strong people who have come from that era, almost all know his existence.

Because in the battle that he became famous in the world, he had nailed to death the three Holy Ancestors of the Ancient Clan with that war spear, including a Supreme Saint Ancestor who was ranked in the Nine Heavens!

Moreover, as soon as he saw him, he pierced the three people with a shot, and he didn't breathe a breath during the whole process, and others saw his domineering figure pull out a gun and float away.

At that time, the second-generation Caowu Saint Ancestor, who had just preached, watched the other party leave, but he didn't move, and he didn't even dare to say a word.

This incident shook the entire ancient clan, thinking that another figure comparable to Dao Yi would be born in the immortal world, but no matter how they looked for it, they never saw that person again.

In the years that followed, this person never appeared again, so he was gradually forgotten by Gu Yu and the fairy world.

At this time, the Martial Saint Ancestor, who was looking at the spear in Xiao Moli's hand, couldn't help but tremble slightly, his eyes showed a look of disbelief and horror, and he muttered to himself: "It's the war spear, that's right, it must be!" Xiao Moli actually got that person's inheritance......"

Rumble!

A gloomy giant bird suddenly rushed out of the place where Situ Nan died, it was Situ Nan's secondary body, after the sudden death of the main body, it rushed out of the secondary body world, wanting to escape, but Xiao Moli pulled the horizontal gun, and saw the feathers splashing, and the secondary giant bird flew out in an instant, still in mid-air, and it was already dead of anger.

The four words of invincibility were vividly displayed by Xiao Moli at this moment.

"Xiao Moli, do you think you alone are our opponent?" The Divine Stone Seal had reached the most critical moment, and the Four Great Saint Ancestors could hardly be distracted, so they could only use words to threaten.

But Xiao Mo stepped forward from the oblique spear, and an even more indifferent voice came from under the cold mask: "I will exchange my life for you for 100,000 years...... That's enough! ”

This sound is enough, with endless vicissitudes and relief.

Like the spear in his hand, he is indomitable, advancing and retreating.

Poof!

The two First Realm Holy Ancestors rushed from afar, trying to join forces to stop Xiao Moli, but the rusty spear was quite unreasonable, directly tearing apart all the defenses and scale armor of the two demon gods like pieces of paper.

A shot pierced through the two demon gods, Xiao Moli raised his arm and flicked it, and the two demon gods were thrown out like rags.

"The cultivators of the ancient clan listened to my orders, but all the Holy Ancestors who were not trapped stopped and killed Xiao Moli, and all the monks prayed to sacrifice to the gods and demons, but if there were those who did not obey, they would be slaughtered afterwards and killed!" In the mysterious palace of the True Ancient Shenyang, the Martial Saint Ancestor saw that the situation was critical, and roared and shouted at the blood crystal in his hand.

At this moment, he was trapped in the True Ancient Divine Yang like Bai Fan, and he couldn't reach the thirty-three days, but he could use this blood crystal to transmit the word to the thirty-three days and command it remotely.

After hearing his voice, from the thirteenth heavenly path to the thirty-third day, except for the twenty-eighth day of the immortal realm rebellion, almost all the holy ancestors rushed to the thirteenth day, while the rest of the monks sat on the spot, seemingly praying and chanting, dedicating the power of their faith, and activating the great array of gods and demons that suppressed the foundation of the ancient god race.

The only thing that fell into hesitation was the thirteenth day that was close at hand, Meng Qinglan thought of Bai Fan's reminder, her expression was extremely struggling, she naturally didn't want to go to this troubled water, but if she didn't go this time, and the Gu God Clan was the final victor, she and the Dream Butterfly Clan would definitely be punished the most severely.

If Bai Fan appeared at this moment, she might still have the confidence to follow Bai Fan crazy, but now Bai Fan has obviously been trapped in the True Ancient Divine Yang, with Xiao Mo alone, can he really stop so many Holy Ancestors?

Needless to say, the answer is clearly no.

If Xiao Moli had the combat power of Bai Fan who could crush all the Third Realm Supremes, then he would not be willing to bear the shame of betrayal for so many years, and it would not have broken out until now.

"Ancestor, what should we do?" Meng Lingyun stood beside Meng Qinglan's face pale, obviously she also knew some of the deepest secrets, knowing that once this matter was wrong, it would cause irreparable damage to the future of the Dream Butterfly Clan.

"There's no other way, I have to go." Meng Qinglan also smiled bitterly with a pale face: "If you don't go, Xiao Moli won, we will only be sealed for 100,000 years, but if the Gu clan wins, we will immediately suffer the craziest revenge, and we will never recover!" ”

After weighing, Meng Qinglan chose to go, she didn't dare to gamble with the life of the entire Dream Butterfly Clan, but she also knew that once she went, she would forever lose hope of leaving Gu Yu with the Dream Butterfly Clan, and her relationship with the Immortal Realm was already unstable, and after she went to Xiao Mo to leave, it would all be gone.

"Gather the will of the people, gods and demons will punish the sky!"

From the thirteenth day to the thirty-third day, excluding Xiao Moli and those who had recently died and those who were sealing the giant cave, a total of fifteen Holy Ancestors suddenly gathered in the thirteenth day, and they sat in the void and arranged in an inexplicable formation to form a mysterious array, which was connected with the Great Array of Gods and Demons, which was the channel for the latter's power to erupt.

Soon, the terrifying power gathered by the beliefs of hundreds of millions of ancient monks will be transformed into a killing and shocking attack through this array.

Individual beings are indeed too weak to mention in front of the supreme powerhouse, but when their will and faith are condensed, they can burst out with unimaginable power.

The condensation of the power of faith of the human race in the desolate world can make the ancestral court of the human race compete with the saints, and in Guyu, it can also suppress Xiao Moli, who is terrifyingly strong at this time!

But for all this, Xiao Moli ignored it, and the black light of the spear in his hand flowed, flowing like liquid metal, completely blending with the battle armor that wrapped his palm.

In fact, the armor on his body is just a continuation of the war gun in his hand, and the two are basically the same thing.

He didn't care about the monstrous killing machine that began to condense behind him, and with a sonorous roar, a pair of metal wings suddenly spread out from his back, and the feathers at the end were spinning all the time, tearing everything apart like a hacksaw.

Then, he covered the sky with his wings, piercing the eternal sky, one person and one gun...... Like a moth to a fire, he slaughtered the dozen or so Holy Ancestors who were sealing the entrance of the Firmament Cave.

At the same time, the large array composed of more than a dozen Holy Ancestors behind him finally wielded, and the first blow was an indescribable terrifying opportunity, as if thousands of gods and demons had fallen together between heaven and earth, causing the most terrifying vision, the heavens and the earth shook, the landslide and tsunami, the void was shattered, and the storm of gods and demons turned into a spear of destruction that was ten thousand feet long, and slammed towards Xiao Moli's back.

If this shot hits, Rao is his combat power at this moment is monstrous, and he will definitely die.

Bai Fan's heart trembled, he knew that Xiao Moli would never turn around to block, let alone dodge, he only had his last mission in his eyes, so he ...... He had already developed a will to die.

Bai Fan's chest was suffocating, what is a hero? That's it!

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