There was an innate rebelliousness in his voice, which made people very curious about what kind of creature it would be.

The silent pilgrimage platform, with this sound, is like a glacier avalanche for thousands of years, and it undergoes extremely turbulent changes!

"It's the Source Soul!"

"How dare you come at this time!"

"Is it true that my Dream Spirit Clan is gone?"

......

For a while, the crowd was excited, and almost all the Dream Spirit people rose up in anger.

The Source Soul is the great enemy of the Dream Spirit Clan, which is common to almost all Dream Spirit Clansmen, and it is also the object of eternal enmity regarded by countless clansmen.

At the front of the welcoming platform, the Eight Great Soul Hall Protector King led by Du Bangliu suddenly got up, hiding the divine envoy floating in mid-air, and the eight departments were like one person, tacitly forming a huge circular chain in mid-air, and the sudden breath slowly floated on their bodies, like an iron wall, enough to resist any invading creatures.

"Dare to make a move on the day of the spiritual sacrifice, and speak disrespectfully to the ancient saints, we will protect the palace king, and the people of the eight divisions of the capital will want to see, how can you source souls have the confidence!"

Du Wanliu looked indifferently at the giant shadow slowly emerging in front of him.

It was an indescribably huge source soul, with a golden retriever shining all over it, a hideous face, limbs like mountain peaks, and the muscles in its chest were like two soldering irons, tenacious and unhurried, and the stick in its hand was not a real thing, but a change.

It's terrifying to look at.

"Monkey King, under the throne of Emperor Etian, the top five source soul generals in combat power. ”

There are clansmen in the nearby Xihang region who have already recognized this terrifying source soul from the deep sea.

The divine envoy to whom the eight tribes of Dutian belonged, his expression has not changed for thousands of years, and he seems to have been used to it for a long time.

And many of the bigwigs on the welcoming platform were silent, and they didn't mean to make a move.

"Grandpa Taiyuan, aren't we going to make a move?"

Zi Yingxue quietly walked from the back to the welcoming platform, and in front of a purple-haired old man at the front, she asked in a secret voice.

The old man's face was slender, and the breath of his whole body seemed to become more powerful after the 'gift' of the Mofan Ancient Sage just now, and several powerful and special powers vaguely emanated from him, and there were four old men of the same age sitting next to him.

The five are the domain masters of the five clans of the spiritual realm.

Zi Taiyuan's expression was faintly a little excited after he had just awakened the supernatural powers of the race, but his eyes were already calm, and he said lightly:

"The eight kings of the temple guard, each of them has a realm and strength that is not inferior to ours, plus the birth of the temple, as well as the eight divine envoys, and the countless top-level soul source secrets of the temple, and all kinds of spiritual void secret martial arts. It is every divine envoy, who is a great master of the Five Tribulations who has been cultivated for I don't know how many years, Yingxue You are young, you can't detect the specific strength of these eight divine envoys, and you only revere their identity. But we are more in awe of its strength. ”

Hearing Zi Taiyuan's words, Zi Yingxue was quiet, and her face froze.

The Great Master of the Five Tribulations is not a cabbage, although these divine envoys are mysterious and only feel extremely terrifying, they did not expect that they are all such powerful existences.

"What's more, this Monkey Venerable is just a pioneer, waiting for the coming, I'm afraid that the army of Source Souls, why waste so much power on another Source Soul?"

The old treacherous and cunning, no matter which realm master of the spiritual realm, all see this clearly, so they are all silent.

At the same time, the Divine Envoy of the Robbery Department in charge of Du Bangliu took the lead in rushing out, although it was less than a dozen people, but in all directions, surrounded the Monkey Venerable. Unexpectedly, this strange source soul, although its body was huge, it was extremely agile, and it was not surrounded by these dozens of divine envoys at all, grinning, dancing with sticks, and trembling with these divine envoys.

Suddenly, layers of brilliant waves erupted in the sky, sometimes far away, sometimes near.

At this moment, another source soul walked out of the void in the distance, dressed in bright silver scale armor, holding a two-edged sharp knife, with a majestic god, like a divine general.

"Interesting, the Heavenly Monarch, the warrior under the Origin Soul Emperor, is really not ordinary. ”

Yan Kun, one of the eight palace protectors of the Eight Divine Envoys, smiled and greeted him with his subordinate divine envoys.

The god-like source soul, with three eyes on his forehead, seems to have supernatural powers, and can always see through the weaknesses of many divine envoys in the slightest millimeter, and easily contain many divine envoys, Yan Kun, who is one of the kings, is frowning and fighting, while secretly frightened.

The eight palace kings are all people who have been blessed by the Desert Fan Divine Envoy, and he Yan Kun is a member of the Blood Nightmare Clan, the awakened Blood Nightmare Demon Pupil, although his divine power is not yet mature, but he can't see through the eyes of the three-eyed god general, which is extremely weird.

At the same time, there was another Venerable Source Soul Heavenly Monarch, or from the shadows, from the mountains, and even from the clansmen below, bursting out, with a terrifying aura, exuding a powerful and fierce killing aura, with an aura that was almost completely dead, instantly entangled with the eight divine envoys, and for a while, it was inseparable.

"One, two, three...... There are already eight Origin Soul Heavenly Monarchs, is this for... Procrastination?"

Some people were shocked by the battle scene in the sky, but they also came back to their senses.

On the high platform, the ancient saint of Mofan was leisurely, as if he saw the battle in the sky as if there was nothing.

The fireworks-like explosion engulfed the entire sky, and regardless of the suffocating aura it emanated, it was a beautiful and colorful picture.

However, this reaction seems to be much late, and by the time many people come back to their senses, there is already a black patch in the sky in the distance...

The void figures, condensed like the breath of essence drifting, although the body types are different, they stand solemnly and quietly, and they are unanimous.

They are not a regular army, but they are stronger than any army.

Any Dream Spirit Clan could easily feel the terrifying aura contained in this Source Soul.

"What about the two Source Soul troops?"

Gu Yannan Chrysanthemum, who followed Gu Tiansheng, tightened, her pupils shrank sharply, and her afterglow swept over the rest of the clansmen, and found that some clansmen were a little more unbearable than him.

His heart was a little relieved, but for some reason, he always felt cold.

"What about the two Origin Soul armies? Now that we have awakened, who is still afraid of them?" Some people have brave faces, not afraid, and their mouths are like thunder.

As the representative of Tianjiao, the Soul Void, the Lone Heavenly Saint and others have even flown to the sky, and the spirit void secret wheel in their bodies is wide open, and the various confinement secret techniques that are condensed but not released, and the momentum of the spirit void martial arts, as if they are one, are full of fighting spirit.

And the Black Nightmare Demon Owl Army guarding the royal city, the army is like a wolf and a tiger, and the black armor is in the scorching light, but it is full of killing intent, and it is even forming a steel city wall in front of it, as the first line of defense.

It seems that at such a moment, all the contradictions within the clan are unified and point to the black oppressive army.

That's what it is.

"If it was before the awakening, I'm afraid it would be a different scene at this time. ”

Some clansmen sighed, "All this, if it weren't for the ancient saints of Mofan. Someone previously compared an emperor master of the Spirit Emperor Holy Land with an ancient saint, it was really ridiculous, which emperor had escaped from the royal city, I am afraid that he would have died in the Empty God Domain now, how could he be compared with the ancient saint?"

Many clansmen who heard this were silent, even Lingshui Mu, Bei Ruolan and others.

At this time, the power of the Mofan Ancient Saint has been achieved, and no one can shake it.

Dark.

On the altar, in a dark place, a middle-aged man wearing a black black-patterned cloak and a hat looked at all this lightly, and next to him, there were two people holding a rope formed by spiritual void qi, imprisoning a woman in white.

"Shui Liuli, can you see all this clearly?"

The middle-aged man looked at everything in the distance lightly, and sneered at the woman beside him, "I was going to execute you today, but now I give you a chance to serve the Mofan Ancient Sage, are you willing?"

The woman's face is stunning, her expression is indifferent, as if the ice has not changed for eternity, without a trace of color, and the white clothes are more like a fairy in the snow, poetic and picturesque.

"You hurt the Holy Son of the Heavenly God Temple eight years ago, fortunately the Mofan Ancient Sage took a fancy to you, otherwise your bones would have turned into dust by now..."

The middle-aged man with a dignified face spoke lightly, although he couldn't see anything through the woman's face, but he seemed to know the mood fluctuations in his heart.

The man is the current hall master of the Heavenly God Temple, a number of peerless powerhouses in the entire Dream Spirit Clan, and even many of the Five Tribulation Grandmasters have not necessarily seen the big figures.

In the end, the middle-aged man glanced at the woman lightly and said indifferently:

"Or rather, what are you waiting for?"

The woman's face remained unchanged, looking at the welcoming platform that seemed to have fallen into turmoil for a moment, and in the face of the questioning and coercion of the Lord of the Dutian God Temple, there was still no fluctuation in the slightest, but she just spoke: "It is not as good as a person, life and death are arbitrary, wait? I have never waited for anyone, and according to today's situation, the entire Dream Spirit Clan will fall into a huge crisis, and the Mofan Ancient Saint you rely on will not be able to resist the attack of the two Source Soul Emperors." ”

"Then you're wrong..."

The hall master smiled slightly, looked at the center of the welcoming platform, the light clouds and the breeze of the ancient saint of Mofan, and said leisurely:

"Mofan Ancient Sage, not a simple ancient sage, he can inspire antiquities, and even awaken the sleeping spirit lord, and with the approval of the spirit master, he will become the spokesperson of the five spirit clans, and even the next time the spirit king is sleeping, he will lead the five clans to resist the Demon Heaven Source City. ”

"And those two Source Soul Emperors, as well as the Source Soul army and generals under their command, can only turn into dust under the hands of the ancient saints. ”

Bing Liuli moved her lips and didn't say a word.

......

The battle intensified, in mid-air.

The long knife of the cangye danced around, and the blood-bladed steel knife carved with intricate patterns slammed open a Source Soul Heavenly Monarch in front of him, and the surrounding attacks were all resolved.

Her face turned red, and there was a black chakra flowing all over her body.

Looking around, I felt that the battle situation was very terrifying.

"The Source Soul Heavenly Monarch pressed the formation, there are too many of these Source Souls, why haven't I seen the two Source Soul Emperors appear... This is just two source soul armies, and the Demon Heaven Source City is even more million, tens of millions, and there are also many Heavenly Monarchs and Great Emperors. ”

Jiang Cangye landed his gaze on the high platform in the distance, looked at the Mo Fan Ancient Sage, and said in a low voice, "Make such a big wish, and step on the Demon Heaven Source City within a thousand years, I really don't know if it's arrogance or confidence... It's hard to resist the attack of the Source Soul this time..."

As the battle became more and more intense, there were more and more clansmen like her.

Mo Fan Gusheng's eyes were slightly fixed, and finally slowly floated into the air, forgetting to look around, as if he felt that the time was almost up, and shouted:

"Since you're already here, why don't you show up?"

This voice was not loud, but it made the countless clansmen who were fighting in all directions at this time stunned, and even the countless source souls were also stunned.

The ancient saint of Mofan looked at somewhere, where, a void.

The air fell silent for a moment, and then, two peerless figures slowly appeared.

One green, one white.

"It's the Source Soul Emperor!"

Some clansmen shouted in a trembling almost instant.

(End of chapter)