"It's not too late." There was a cold voice outside the Holy Land of Yaochi, and another ancient king arrived, stepping into Yaochi, with divine wings on his back, dragon horns on his head, and his appearance was similar to that of the human race.

Soon, another saint came under pressure, and a magnificent voice sounded, "I heard that you have been cleaned up by the human race saints, what a shame!" ”

"I'll also take a look, what kind of Terran saint dares to propose peace talks with the primeval races?"

"It's really a little disappointing, isn't the human race as good as in the primeval period, I remember that there were still a few saints at that time, and now there is only one in the world?" With indifferent words, an ancient king descended from the sky, like an evil god breaking through the prison of the underworld, driving a monstrous demonic aura, and a pair of bat wings were as black as ink.

"The Immortal Ancestor King is also here!" Many of the ancient kings were taken aback and took a few steps back, it was clear that his identity was extraordinary.

"Qiang"

There was a soft roar in the sky, and a blood lightning descended from the sky, drawing a dazzling blood light, which was inserted into the top of the roof, and it clanged.

It was a dragon spear, red as blood, coiled with a dragon, and spit out a bright red spear, which was terrifying.

A queen descended, wheat complexion, toned, very tall, but also murderous, with red hair, even a pair of eyes were blood-colored, holding the dragon lance.

"The Blood Electricity Ancestor King is also here!"

And the people of all ethnic groups present were terrified, deeply in awe, and all regressed, this is a strong man who is famous all over the world, and few people dare to provoke!

"It's boring." In the void, there was a cold snort, and a man in a bronze battle suit walked step by step, and the space around him began to tremble.

People were amazed that the bronze battle suit on his body was a true heirloom saint soldier, which was enough to explain his terrifying identity.

The ancient saints had their own weapons before they sat down, but the people who could really leave the heirloom saint soldiers were too rare, which was also a kind of testimony and symbol of strength.

One after another of the primeval ancestors came, and the coercion of the saints fell from the sky one after another, and the hearts of the monks of the human race who watched were full of panic.

How many saints are there in these primeval royal families!!

In this short period of time, dozens of primeval ancestors have already come, my human race is such a saint, no matter how powerful he is, can he still withstand so many saints alone?

A gust of wind blew, and people wrapped their clothes tightly, feeling extremely cold, as if late autumn was coming, and everyone's heart was broken.

These ancient saint-like existences are dozens of them! Just thinking about it makes people lose their fighting spirit, there is only one Song Xuan Sage, this is ...... Who can help in a mortal situation?

"Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five!"

Song Xuan looked at the primeval ancestors who came one after another, and his heart blossomed with joy.

These saints are all treasures, not to mention the amazing wealth, even if they are the physical primordial gods after death, it is also a rare resource, to kill all these saints, he built the inner world, and the resources to step into the realm of refining the void and the Dao are completely sufficient.

"What about the Demon Ancestor King? Didn't a few of them come early? Why didn't you see anyone? In the void, the man in the bronze heirloom robe asked aloud.

"Dead!"

Dead, a male saint who was guarding in front of the emperor's son spoke, "Killed by the Terran saint!" ”

"They're seven people, aren't they?" The man in the bronze battle suit frowned and looked at Song Xuan, "You killed them all?" ”

"Yes, I killed them!" Song Xuan smiled and said, "If you are envious, I can send you to meet later!" ”

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As soon as these words came out, they immediately annoyed the saints.

"Don't measure yourself, do you think you are a quasi-emperor, dare to say such a thing, you better wipe him out as soon as possible!"

"The blood of the saints of the human race, the taste of nostalgia, the primeval has passed away, and it has not been tasted for many years."

"If you can kill the Seven Saints alone, you can be regarded as the king of the saints, but if you want to defeat all races with your own strength, you are asking for your own death, and today you will be a ridiculous human being!"

"After this battle, all the clans reigned over the world, sweeping away all ants, just as in the primeval period, only a true royal family could rule the land."

"The great human race, with only one saint, has the qualifications to occupy this vast territory? It's ridiculous! ”

At this moment, a cold snort sounded from the sky, "Who said that there is only one saint in my human race!" ”

Everyone subconsciously looked up, only to see that in the void, a man in white clothes like snow and jade stood in the air, a snow-white shirt fluttering with the wind, stepping on the sunset, like a dream, the elegance of the moment, the peerless posture, made people want to kneel down and worship.

"Saint, another saint of my human race!"

"Jiang Taixu, it's my human race god king Jiang Taixu!"

Countless Terran monks saw this scene, and they burst into tears one by one.

In their opinion, it was too bitter and difficult for Song Xuan, a Terran saint, to resist dozens of saint-level existences of the primeval royal clan.

And now, at last, another Terran saint has stepped forward to share the pressure for him, how can this situation not surprise and excite the Terran monks?

"Another Terran saint?"

The ancient king in the bronze battle suit frowned, and said, "Dare to be called the god king, it seems that you are the god body of the human race and the holy body?"

The realm of saints with divine bodies is enough to be compared with the kings of saints such as us.

For the sake of your divine body cultivation is not easy, if you retreat now, I won't kill you! ”

The white-clothed god king Jiang Taixu and Song Xuan glanced at each other in the air, and the two nodded to each other to say hello, and then, a guqin appeared out of thin air in front of Jiang Taixu.

"If you want to fight, you will fight, why do my human race need to fight!"

When the words fell, Jiang Taixu gently plucked the strings and made a wonderful sound that resounded throughout the world.

"God's Overture!" Behind, Ye Fan's eyes were red, and his whole body was trembling, when his path of holy body cultivation was cut off, it was the God King who plucked the prelude of the gods and broke the path for him to continue the Holy Body.

Hearing this divine comedy like the sound of the Great Dao again today, Ye Fan's whole blood boiled instantly.

The overture of the gods sounded melodiously, the heavenly way was harmonious, moving leisurely, and the sound spread thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!

"Sure enough, it's the Divine Comedy!" Song Xuan listened attentively, feeling the changes between heaven and earth, and couldn't help but nod secretly.

For a moment just now, he even felt a fluctuation that made him feel his heart, Song Xuan didn't know where that fluctuation came from, but there was no doubt that Jiang Taixu launched this divine overture, and it definitely attracted an extremely terrifying force.

The petals are flying all over the sky, pieces of crystal, falling between heaven and earth, fragrant, setting off the white-clothed god king more vulgar, not stained with earthly atmosphere.

And at this moment, the saints of the primeval ten thousand races also felt unusual, and one of them roared angrily and rushed towards Jiang Taixu.

"There's something wrong with this song, kill him!"

It's just that

"Poof!"

Before this figure approached the God King Jiang Taixu, it exploded directly, turning into a rain of blood in the sky, dyed red with crystal petals, and was extremely poignant.