The corpse yin ancestor was full of souls, looking at the falling killing sword in fear, he no longer dared to have the slightest hand, he did not hesitate to burn the hundred-year-old Shouyuan desperately, turned into a huge black hand, held the falling killing sword, and smashed the killing sword with a bang.

But it is the sword of killing that is broken, but not the breath of killing

The moment the Killing Sword shattered, the killing aura that dispersed suddenly slammed, and then turned into a hundred Killing Swords, stabbing down towards the Corpse Yin Ancestor in all directions.

"Rekindled, a hundred years of longevity, the corpse is really gang"

Thinking that there would be such a change in the sword of killing, in the face of the sharp attack of a hundred killing swords, the ancestor of the corpse yin burned Shou Yuan again in a panic, and used the body protection Yuan Gang at the bottom of the box, and with a bang, he barely blocked countless killing swords.

"Okay, good, good you can actually force me to burn Shouyuan one after another, even if you die at the hands of my ancestor now, it is enough to be proud"

The Corpse Yin Ancestor roared hysterically, it was too dangerous just now, if he was a little slower, he might be pierced by a hundred swords, although it was not enough to die, but the physical body would inevitably be destroyed.

As the Saint King Supreme, he was actually forced to this by a Yuanying monk, the Corpse Yin Ancestor was extremely angry, and without the slightest hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Yang Qianming, and roared: "Burn, a thousand years of life, the corpse has changed"

A terrifying corpse qi emanated from the body of the Corpse Yin Ancestor, and with the voice of the Corpse Yin Ancestor, the Corpse Yin Ancestor suddenly swelled all over his body, bursting more than ten zhang, and became a statue with a dark green body, an ugly face, and a huge evil corpse that looked like an old tree.

is a corpse yin ancestor, he is really a ruthless person, not only proficient in refining corpses, but even refining himself.

Yang Qianming's face changed slightly, but he didn't panic in the slightest, holding the killing sword in his hand, coldly pressing towards the Corpse Yin Ancestor step by step.

"Will I transform?"

With Yang Qianming's voice falling, a wonderful change appeared on Yang Qianming's body, the original ruddy skin suddenly flashed with a vast color, like a solid earth, and like layers of mountains, accompanied by the coarse old crust all over the body, Yang Qianming not only did not give people a disgusting feeling, but made people feel that it was full of majesty and domineering.

This is...... This is...... The body of the ancient gods, the body of the ancient gods

Seeing Yang Qianming's changes, layers of scruples flashed on the hideous and ugly face of the Corpse Yin Old Ancestor. Guarding the ancient gods for hundreds of years, he would not know the power of the ancient gods, don't look at his body is extremely exaggerated, but in terms of strength, compared with the real ancient gods, there is a big gap.

Fortunately, Yang Qianming obviously had just fused the ancient gods' efforts, and it had not been long since he obtained the body of the ancient gods, and the various magical powers of the body of the ancient gods had not been mastered for the time being.

Moreover, Yang Qianming's change is not as incarnate as the ancient gods, if Yang Qianming is given hundreds of years of cultivation, as long as Yang Qianming masters the supernatural powers of the ancient gods, he will incarnate in every step, and his power can penetrate the cultivation star, and there is no way to compare at all.

Also capable of enemies

After making such a judgment, the Corpse Yin Ancestor did not hesitate at all, his hands flew up, and he threw out three spirit runes, and with a bang, the three spirit runes turned into three ancient spirit beasts, and in the midst of a vicious roar, he pounced towards Yang Qianming.

This Corpse Yin Ancestor really has some hidden goods, but although the three ancient spirit beasts are fierce, they are still not enough to make Yang Qianming scruples.

With a sneer, Yang Qianming also threw out five demon subduing talismans casually, and in a bang, he turned into five sixth-order spirit beasts, and in the evil roar, he fought viciously with one of the ancient spirit beasts.

Then, twelve huge bodies appeared behind Yang Qianming, suddenly closing together, turning into a Hercules demon with a terrifying breath, and with a roar, he rushed towards another ancient spirit beast, fighting fiercely.

Five sixth-order spirit beasts, comparable to the Hercules and demons of the ninth rank of the law phase, each against an ancient spirit beast, even if they are defeated, they can hold on for a lot of time. As for the last ancient spirit beast, Yang Qianming smiled coldly, he had already made up his mind.

"Ancient Gods, Yuan Spirits"

A terrifying aura appeared behind Yang Qianming, and the ancient god Yuan Spirit, which was more than twenty zhang in size, exuded a majestic aura, emerged from behind Yang Qianming, roared, and hit the last ancient spirit beast that rushed in with a heavy punch, and the divine power exploded, directly knocking this ancient spirit beast back a hundred zhang.

The color of the Corpse Yin Ancestor's ugly face completely changed, and he looked at the ancient god Yuan Ling with a shocked face, jumped to his feet and shouted sharply: "Law Phase? This is impossible, how can you have two Dharma Phases, and this Dharma Aspect is even stronger than the Nine Rank Dharma Phase, how is this possible?"

Yang Qianming smiled coldly, naturally he would not explain to the Corpse Yin Ancestor, when the Corpse Yin Ancestor screamed in shock, the killing sword was put away, and it was replaced by the red flame in his left hand and the red thunder in his right hand, with the aura of Hongmeng, and the madness permeated out.

This is......

The Corpse Yin Ancestor felt a strong sense of threat, his eyes widened, looking at Yang Qianming's red flame and red thunder wrapped around his hands, he didn't know when, his forehead was already full of cold sweat.

"Hong...... Hongmeng Divine Thunder"

The Corpse Yin Ancestor is too familiar, seven hundred years ago, he was promoted to the Saint King Realm Supreme under this thunder, although more than seven hundred years have passed, and the breath of this thunder is not as strong as it was back then, but it is undeniable that any Saint King Supreme, when he sees the red thunder and red flame that exudes the aura of Hongmeng, will tremble with fear, and his legs and stomach will be weak.

The Corpse Yin Ancestor was shocked, but Yang Qianming was still calm and calm, and pressed towards the Corpse Yin Ancestor step by step, the speed became faster and faster, as if he melted into the wind, melted into the void, and stepped on it, and instantly appeared on the right side of the Corpse Yin Ancestor, and his right fist exploded, mixed with bursts of violent red thunder, and directly grabbed the Corpse Yin Ancestor's face.

"Dead"

The thunder broke off, shattered the nine skies, and the corpse yin ancestor was full of withered hair and exploded, and he saw Yang Qianming's right fist wrapped around the thunder, slamming into his face, subconsciously raising his hand to resist, and barely raising his arm to support Yang Qianming's fist.

The block was barely resisted, but in an instant, the face of the Corpse Yin Ancestor changed greatly

The furious Hongmeng Thunder Force cleverly broke through the defenses of the Corpse Yin Ancestor, and with the bombardment of the ancient gods' divine power, the muscles and flesh of the entire forearm were blown up, revealing white bones full of cracks.

The divine power is invincible, and the sky is full of thunder

"Dead"

Yang Qianming roared wildly, like thunder breaking through the air, and the lightning in his left hand poked out, grabbing directly towards the face door of the Corpse Yin Ancestor, the speed was so fast that the Corpse Yin Ancestor could only barely raise his other arm to resist Yang Qianming's claws.

Yang Qianming's flame claw was buckled on the arm of the Corpse Yin Ancestor, and the flame hand and the huge arm were completely out of proportion, but the moment he was caught, it was not Yang Qianming who was injured, but the giant arm of the Corpse Yin Ancestor.

"Ahh

After receiving such a big injury one after another, the Corpse Yin Ancestor screamed in the air, and suddenly, he was afraid, he was really afraid, he finally understood at this moment that even if he burned his thousand-year-old life and used the secret technique to transform his corpse, compared with Yang Qianming, the ancient god, whether it was melee ability or anything else, there was a lot of difference.

Raging seas

Anger is anger, the sea is the palms, and the wild waves are the palms that are pushed out by anger

At this moment, Yang Qianming turned into an angry sea, and the hands that pushed the sea were the angry waves of the sea tumbling, slapping up one after another, mixed with red thunder and red fire, madness attacked, wanting to completely engulf the Corpse Yin Ancestor.

The raging waves of the sea swept up with terrifying power, and the Corpse Yin Ancestor was full of heart, whether it was the angry palm that slapped up like the sea, or the Hongmeng Divine Thunder and Hongmeng Heavenly Fire in the sea, all of them made the Corpse Yin Ancestor extremely frightened.

"Burning, longevity, corpse king change"

The Corpse Yin Ancestor completely began to fight hard, directly burning the Ten Thousand Years of Shouyuan, the terrifying expansion of the body doubled, and there were one after another gloomy white bones, sharp out from the spine, and the arms rose again, the sharp poisonous nails, bursting out, whether it was speed or strength, under the burning of the Ten Thousand Years of Shouyuan, the Corpse Yin Ancestor instantly reached an incredible Cheng dù.

One punch

With a simple punch, Yang Qianming's angry sea waves were interrupted, breaking through countless angry palms, and directly bombarded Yang Qianming's chest, and a huge force ran out, Yang Qianming snorted, and flew out quickly, smashing heavily on a stone pillar, running out of it, and then hitting a stone pillar, the whole person was trapped in it, and then stopped.

Yang Qianming's whole body was torn and painful, his bones seemed to be completely shattered, and he vomited more than a hundred mouthfuls of blood, and there was a huge fist mark on his chest.

The Holy King Supreme is worthy of being the Holy King Supreme, the longevity of ten thousand years is burning, the gods and demons are invincible, the heavens and the earth are discolored, even if Yang Qianming is invincible, but he can't compete, and he suffers a big loss.

Roar~

Just when Yang Qianming was frightened, the Corpse Yin Ancestor roared in the sky, as if he had lost his mind, stared at Yang Qianming ferociously, stepped on the void and trembled, and pounced on Yang Qianming again.

Yang Qianming's face changed slightly, and in the face of the corpse Yin Ancestor who was desperately burning for 10,000 years, he didn't dare to touch it, so he could only burst out at speed, trying his best to dodge.

Yang Qianming avoided it, but the Corpse Yin Ancestor, as the Saint King Supreme, was obviously faster than Yang Qianming, and directly teleported, frantically killing behind Yang Qianming, picking up his fists and smashing down towards Yang Qianming.

Yang Qianming was hit, like a meteorite falling sharply

Yang Qianming slammed on a stone pillar again, directly penetrating from the surface of the stone pillar to the half-waist of the stone pillar, shaking the stone pillar wildly, shattering violently, and falling a large piece of solid stone.

Yang Qianming squirted another mouthful of blood, and immediately saw the Corpse Yin Ancestor go crazy and pounce on him ferociously.

"Fuck it, fight it"

Yang Qianming already knew that if he wanted to avoid the pursuit of the Holy King Supreme, it was obviously a little unlikely, and for the sake of now, he could only fight to the death.

Charge, open

Yang Qianming followed the skills of "Huanyu True Strength", and the power he usually accumulated had completely exploded at this moment, and suddenly, a terrifying aura permeated from Yang Qianming's body, and Yang Qianming's power doubled.

Not enough, not enough

Yang Qianming's eyes were round, staring at the Corpse Yin Ancestor, and roared: "Burn, thousand-year-old longevity, the body of the ancient gods"

The Yuanying Monk has three thousand years of life, and Yang Qianming, as an ancient god, has twice as many longevity as ordinary Yuanying monks, but this time it burned, Yang Qianming burned one-sixth of his life, not only that, but after the thousand-year lifespan burned, Yang Qianming broke out again.

"Burning Blood**"

The blood of the ancient gods was restless in Yang Qianming's body, and the heart of the ancient gods, like rolling thunder, was beating wildly in Yang Qianming's heart, and under the outbreak of "Burning Blood**", Yang Qianming, who was already extremely strong, instantly soared tenfold in combat power at this moment, although it was only about a hundred breaths of time, but between these hundred breaths, Yang Qianming had completely surpassed the Corpse Yin Ancestor.