Episode 5: The Road of the Emperor

Chapter 441 Sorrow At this moment, the immortal divine land of the Valley of the Gods became the source of his power, and all kinds of dragon qi and source power converged towards him like a hundred rivers entering the sea.

"Boom!"

One punch to the sky!

**Full of red hair, dancing wildly, opening and closing, attacking and killing this Ancient Ancestor King, it is not like a Source Heavenly Master at all, but like a fighting saint.

The torn arm of this primeval ancestor had already been regenerated, and dozens of pairs of wings spread out behind him, and endless black demonic qi rushed up to the sky, roaring and rushing forward.

This was a saint-level duel, and between their fists, one after another avenue traces burst out, becoming a blazing Dao light, and all kinds of wonderful sounds came out.

Each of their blows was the beginning of the Dao of Evolution, the origin of the law, and the secret of opening the heavens, becoming a terrifying Dao battle.

"Po"

Like a heavenly knife cutting rotten wood, ** hands together, bursting out of a brilliant rainbow, cutting through the intertwined web of road marks, and slaughtering to the front.

In a close-range duel, the picture of blood splashing, the Dao light that flew out with both hands together almost cut off half of the body of this ancestral king, and several pairs of divine wings were cut and fell, and the divine feathers flew around, stained with blood.

Although this Ancient Ancestor King was wounded, he was indeed very powerful, and a pair of huge claws broke through the Dao Light, violently interspersed in, and stabbed into Zhang Lin's shoulder, almost tearing off his arms.

The rotten blood rushed up, emitting a strange light, and the terrifying claws of the Ancient Ancestor King were almost corroded and quickly receded.

This is the duel between life and right, the war song of life, interpreted with blood and bones, fought with the body, and bombarded with the Tao.

To be able to become the ancestor of the Valley of the Gods, he will not be a tame person, he is really crazy, and it is difficult to find someone in the world who can be suppressed, like a demon roaring and crazy.

He was at a disadvantage in the duel with Zhang Lin, it was difficult to accept, he didn't believe that this was the beginningless seat, how could the Terran Emperor survive until now?

"Zheng!"

A cold wind slashed, and the Cold Prison Palace held the black Tiange to kill again, and immediately slashed down, like a black lightning, breaking through all barriers.

"Po"

This ancestral king opened his mouth and spit out a Dao flower, which had seven petals, dazzling and beautiful, clear and bright, and withstood the black war.

"Boom"

The left hand of the Cold Prison Palace was like a dragon's head in the vast golden deep sea, breaking through the sea, driving the monstrous golden blood qi to bombard the head of this ancestral king.

"Knock"

A dull sound sounded, and the Divine Spirit Valley shook violently, if it weren't for the innate formation, it would have collapsed long ago.

It was a physical duel, and the blood of the Ancestral King's flickering claws flowed for a long time, and then began to tatte, first the flesh and blood, and then the bones cracked.

"Poof"

In the end, this ancestral king's claws finally did not block the golden blood qi like the sea, and exploded, white broken bones and bright red blood flew up, shocking.

The light on his body was magnificent, making a rumbling sound, and one after another Dao marks rushed up, like an ancient god singing and singing, deafening.

The cold prison palace retreated, he had no saint's god to comprehend, and he didn't have the mana of that level, this kind of primeval Dao light and god were incomparable, and it was fatal to him.

"Poof"

He rushed to the other side again, and the iron Ge in his hand swept away, who can block the sage-level flesh shell?

Bloody, bones flying, flesh splattered, it was a terrible picture.

At the same time, the fifth-generation Origin Heavenly Master once again fought with this Ancient Ancestor King, gaining the upper hand, killing a string of demonic blood from time to time, staining the earth red.

"Ah......

**Crazy, there is not much life, when the day dawns, he will become a fly of ashes, never existing.

"Boom"

The Divine Valley and the mountains in all directions were dyed with dragon qi, and all the ancient Dao patterns of the Source Heaven were presented, as bright as day, and the veins were intertwined, covering the sky.

He was like receiving the help of heaven, although he was covered with red hair and had a hideous face, but he flowed with the breath of a god, and his whole body was brilliant.

"Bang"

Six Seals of Forbidden Immortals!

There is no divine source, and there is no stone skin, and he evolves with his hands, and this kind of mystical unity is bloomed into a misty light, and swept out.

This Ancient Ancestor King's various Dao rules and endless divine power were all sealed, and he flowed back, causing him to suffer a backlash, and he screamed and flew back.

"Bang"

The fifth-generation Origin Heavenly Master stepped forward, kicked in the air, and kicked out, tearing this ancestor king apart from the ground, flying high, blood flowed for a long time, and his bones were shattered by more than a dozen pieces. In the bleak night moon, on a lonely cliff in the distance, a white-clothed beauty transverse flute, the notes are faint and faint, sad and beautiful, her eyes contain tears, blowing out a song of heavenly sound, her heart is like a knife, and her liver and intestines are broken Yang Yi knows that this is the last night she has seen **, the last time she appreciates his demeanor in the world, after this night, everything will be smoked at dawn, and she will never see each other again.

She watched infatuately, the sound of the flute was faint, piercing the cold night sky, and swirling around the entire battlefield, like crying.

In a trance, she seemed to see the heroic ** 10,000 years ago again, on the day he became the Source Heavenly Master, all the holy places came to congratulate.

Shencheng gambles, ancient mine battles, forbidden areas set the sky, fight alone against ten enemies, heroic and arrogant, such as entering no man's land.

Everything was empty in an instant, and a generation of strange people had an ominous occurrence in their later years, and they were no longer heroic.

Now, he is old and ominous, half demon and half human, covered in red hair, but that arrogant blood is still there, and he must do his best to suppress the Valley of the Gods and return the human race to a Qingning.

In the last battle, he will pass away with the wind, this is the life of the Heavenly Master!

Yang Yi's eyes were blurred with tears, and the jade flute was horizontally around her mouth, crying into a song, echoing under the night sky, floating far away.

** Into a wild roar, blood-colored hair flying, although not as heroic and majestic as it was back then, but now it is only ugly, but it is still heroic.

The Source Heaven Divine Technique came to his hands, not only the Source Seeking Stone Solving Technique, but also the Attack Saint Style, the Great Battle Ancestor King, and the absolute upper wind force.

"Poof"

The valley was full of veins, and he became an immortal god in the center, striking like lightning, hitting half of the Ancient Ancestor King's body, almost shattering.

"Boom"

This primeval ancestor roared, and all the wings behind him vibrate, shaking out one ripple after another, and the sound was deafening, like thousands of troops galloping.

He hit the real fire, and he was suppressed all the time, and for the first time in the years he had lived, he began to fight back violently.

"Bang"

**Turning over his hand, a stream of light flowed down between his fingers, he descended like a god, his right hand pressed down, and the source heaven dao pattern emerged.

The Ancient Ancestor King was struck by lightning, and his hand, which was covered with Dao patterns, had a strange magic power like the right hand of a god, slapping him over alive, and his body was cracking.

"Ahh

"Boom"

Suddenly, the earth collapsed, and another ancient king finally made a move, rushing out of the leyline, with the power of reversing the world, and a world storm evolved in his palm, and chaos and thunder roared inside, opening the heavens and the earth, and destroying everything.

He wanted to kill the Source Heavenly Master, this is a more powerful ancestor with immeasurable mana, which has changed the color of ** and the Cold Prison Palace.

This is an old ancestor king, with a rickety figure, purple hair scattered, forty-nine pairs of divine wings on his back, and dozens of hundreds of divine rings shrouded in it.

He was skinny, but he was in good spirits, and his words were sonorous like a bronze bell, and he said: "You are from the Purple Mountain, and you are under the Beginningless Seat."

"Yes, the beginningless seat**, in accordance with the emperor's decree, today the Valley of the Gods will be killed, and the human race will be peaceful!"

Then, he turned back to the cold prison palace and said, "Time is precious, kill them." ”

The cold prison palace nodded, and with a wave of the battle in his hand, there were deaths everywhere, they were immortal. The emperor's subordinates, the flesh shells are terrifying and terrifying, destroying and destroying all opponents.

"Since ancient times, it has been the first time that the human race has conquered the Valley of the Gods, but you have not returned, I see how you kill the Quartet!"

The old ancestor king who appeared later roared, and the sound of the nineteen teams of divine wings shook out one ancient character after another, and the town suppressed the ten directions.

"What can't be killed?" ** responded, his hands slowly swiped, and said, "Today, I will kill another ancient king in front of you!"

"Ah...... Suddenly, the injured Ancestor King screamed, and he was manipulated like a puppet, uncontrollably across the sky.

He was covered in the Source Heaven Divine Pattern, densely packed, and in the rapid cracking, he had already been injected with Source Qi by the Source Heavenly Master in the battle of Fang Cai, and the Source Dao Divine Pattern was laid out.

"Ahh

He was screaming and struggling, but he couldn't move, as if he had been frozen in the void, and another, even more terrifying Ancestral King, intervened, but he couldn't save him.

**Unfolding the Supreme Source Technique, as if he was using a knife to dissolve the source stone, gently swiping through the air, there were blood flowers on this ancestral king's body, and he was being disintegrated.

This is a unique source path secret technique, which has already planted the source path mark on the opponent in the process of battle, and at this time, it is like cutting the decay stone!

"Ah......

With a final shout, the ancestral king's body collapsed and fell apart.

The Cold Prison Palace followed up one step at a time, and the golden battle qi boiling all over his body, submerging the entire Divine Spirit Valley, and smashing the flying head to pieces with a single punch.

On the distant cliff, Yang Yi couldn't help herself, tears kept falling, seeing the heroism of ** as in the past, her heart was like a knife, why only one night of life?

"I'll never see you again......" she grieved.

The flute was first like crying, and then suddenly high-pitched, dying on the battlefield, buried in the sword light, this is the hero's destination, there is always an end, she blew a war song, crying goodbye.

In the Valley of the Gods, the blood of the ancestor king was splashed, and there were screams everywhere, but anyone who was touched by the blood was extremely steamed.

There is a terrible demonic nature in this broken body, and every drop of blood is like an immortal force that destroys all obstacles.

This is a saint, with a huge amount of essence all over his body, and any bit of flesh and blood can kill a saint-level person, and the horror is boundless.

**'s Source Heaven Dao technique is unparalleled in the world, disintegrating the body of a saint, like cutting stones, decisive and sharp, clean and neat.

This was a terrifying scene, all the ancient beings were suppressed, and at this time, even the head of the Ancestor King was smashed to pieces by the Terran Holy Body with a punch, which was shocking and terrifying for them, and it was unimaginable.

Since ancient times, it was the first time that the human race dared to conquer it, and it was so strong that even the ancestral king was shattered, which made many ancient beings frightened.

"Phew"

In the void, between the broken flesh, a brilliant light bloomed, and a brilliant rainbow burst out of the broken flesh.

"I knew you would have this hand!" "The Cold Prison Palace secretly sneered, he had fought with Zitiandu, and knew that this clan had a strange ancient technique.

Why did the clan name their dwelling place the Valley of the Gods? Not without reason, they majored in gods, and the physical body was just a post station!

In the Valley of the Gods, in the end, it is necessary to cultivate the Yuan God, refine one's own gods, and when they reach the highest level, they will give up their physical bodies.

As a powerful ancestral king, his cultivation must have reached a terrifying height, and the strength of the Yuan Shen is beyond imagination, and he can completely lose the flesh shell.

The cold prison palace has a calculating heart, and has long known all this, so naturally there is no fear at all, and rushes forward.