Burst!

The nine-pole war spear fused into one, and the ancient lines on the spear body lit up, manifesting the ancient inheritance of time and space, exuding the vicissitudes of the great shore from the human race, with the help of the ancient weapons of the human race, Qingyang Huan finally penetrated the chest of the little holy son.

The huge blood cave ran from the front chest to the back, and the glint in the eyes of the little holy son was gradually extinguishing, and he couldn't believe that the creation he controlled was turned upside down.

"I am the Heavenly Pride of the Holy Clan, with an ancient lineage, and I am also an emperor noble, and I am the ...... of the Forbidden King"

The purple gold divine light was like a waterfall, and the divine light of the ancient weapon war spear flashed into nine killing swords, completely shattering the body of the little saint son, and the holy light in the sky exploded, and in an instant, the visions of the earth, water, wind and fire in the sky all melted.

"Who is not an emperor. ”

Looking at the holy body that exploded in front of him, the flesh and blood were splashed, and it was completely crushed into a blood mist by the Boundless Dao Method, Qingyang Huan said lightly.

In the exploding blood mist, there were many illusory shadows, and an illusory figure manifested out, with a roar and resentment in the illusory.

"My Overlord Saint Emperor Clan won't just forget it, when the time comes, not only you, but this land will give me a funeral!"

"Okay, I know, you can go in peace. ”

The big hand fell, and the next moment, the ruin belonging to the little holy son disappeared between heaven and earth, and completely disappeared in the mountains and seas.

Airplanes!

A faint blue light star appeared in front of Qing Yang Huan's eyes.

Star Core!

It is the most important part of a star, just like the martial arts gods, containing more than ninety percent of the creation of a star, because of the existence of a star core, the star was born.

The vast starry sky, the universe is boundless, and there are countless stars, but there are not many living stars among them, and even if each race discovers a life star, it is also as a group background, rather than drying up and fishing, and directly taking out the star core as a resource for cultivation, which is too tyrannical to destroy the heavens.

No one expected that the little saint son would have such a creation, but unfortunately this creation became his.

Of course, I have to say that the sorrow of the little holy son, the stars have integrated into the small world, if after he opens the world, the stars evolve into the star field, then he will get a king world that ranks among the top kings on the list of kings.

Obviously, there is a reason why he has never been able to open the world, not because he is afraid of the heavenly calamity, but because he really wants to integrate a star core into the small world, it is obvious that the little saint son is in this embarrassing situation where there is no treasure mountain, but he can't bear it.

If a star absorbs enough star power, it is enough to further transform and turn into a star field, and the cosmos and starry sky is a mysterious existence that all the heavens and all races must explore.

The little Son is dead!

Seeing that the holy light and aura in the sky suddenly fell silent, the entire cave void world suddenly became silent.

All this has changed too quickly, Qingyang Huan and the two were still in a scorching conquest scene before, but they didn't expect the battle situation to take a sharp turn and completely bury the little saint son in the hole.

Quiescence!

At this moment, all directions were silent, whether it was the Terran warriors or the remaining Heavenly Hundred Clan warriors, they all held their voices, looking at the cave void, the giant figure with purple gold flames flashing all over his body, faintly wandering with Dao Fa Divine Chain, his pupils constricted, and he emitted a touch of awe.

As for the Heavens Alien Warriors, they still couldn't believe that the Extreme Holy Body of the Little Holy Son was enough to dominate the overlord, and they might not be able to really do it if they looked at the heavens.

But this is the Southern Wilderness, a small place of the human race, such a small place, how can anyone be able to completely suppress the little holy son.

In this way, people pierced through blood and bones, shattered their bodies, and even their own creations were taken away!

"Little Holy Son, Fall...... Fallen. ”

More than ten breaths of time passed, and the corners of the mouth of an alien warrior finally rose lightly on the cave void, and he said with some trembling.

"How is this possible, how can the human race behead the little holy son, he is a descendant of the emperor's vein, the respect of the king's blood, and even more ......"

However, such words could no longer be said, and the bloody reality was placed in front of everyone.

The eyes of some alien races showed despair, young Tianjiao is the future of a race, and it also represents the development potential of the next race, the more geniuses there are, the more the prosperity of the race.

The reason why they came across the border is to fight the Terrans, if they cut off the Terran Tianjiao, the Terrans will have a fault line of warriors in the next time, maybe it will be inconspicuous at first, if it is a long time, the fault of generations of geniuses will appear, and it will completely collapse a race.

For a long time, they have been doing this, wanting to completely break the foundation of the human race.

The little holy son was beheaded, but it represented another top-notch combat power of the human race.

"Haha, I'm in the southern wilderness, and I'm adding a Tianjiao!"

"Over the years, I don't know how many Terran bloodlines have fallen into the hands of the little Holy Son, and today we can finally sacrifice their souls in the sky!"

Compared to the dullness of the alien race, the surrounding Terran powerhouses, although they were covered in blood, laughed loudly.

As if to release all the dull knots in his heart, the fall of the little holy son can give the terrans in the southwestern wilderness a kind of relief, deter the aliens, and improve the morale of the terrans.

"The little holy son has fallen, go quickly!"

"Run!"

"Run, run, run!"

In an instant, there were alien warriors around who woke up, and immediately drove their respective treasure ships, war beasts, and shot towards the depths of the cave.

What are you kidding, the little saints are dead, do they want to stay with them for burial!

"Where to escape, stay!"

"Haha, bloodbathed aliens, these miscellaneous pieces are damned!"

"Happy, I didn't expect that the alien race would have today!"

The human race that reacted naturally would not let the alien races of the heavens escape, and now that they were frightened, it was a good time to encircle and annihilate them.

"Gammon is merciful, unable to reach all beings, laments. ”

The fat head Tuo, who was also fighting with Wuchen, no longer had the appearance of a solemn treasure, wearing a tattered robe, with a cold killing in his eyes, looking into the surrounding void, revealing a trace of resentment.

In the end, these eyes fell on Wuchen.

"Abominable Dao clan, today's humiliation, Gammon remembers!"

The next moment, the Heavenly Gara Holy Light manifested out, and illusory Gara Venerable Chanted Sanskrit Sounds appeared on the void, and taking this opportunity, the figure of the Fat Head Tuo disappeared under the Heavenly Gara Holy Light.

After Wuchen held the Dao Sword and smashed through the Heavenly Jialuo Holy Light Illusory Shadow, there was no longer the figure of the fat head.

Wuchen put the Dao sword in his hand back on his back, and a pair of eyes pierced through the void, and saw a figure like lightning in the depths of the void, breaking through the void and moving forward, and soon disappeared without a trace.

"Garo, one day I'll find out. ”

......

Many Terrans were chasing and killing, and when they were rushing to kill, they all subconsciously bypassed Qingyang Huan, and he stood in mid-air with a suspended blue light star in front of him.

The stars looked no more than three feet in size, and they slowly turned, casting a little starlight.

"Huh?"

When he reached out and wanted to hold up the stars in front of him, Qingyang Huan suddenly snorted.

He felt that the star core in front of him, which was only a foot in diameter, had the weight of the sky, and even pressed his body down several feet.

It took a lot of effort for Qingyang Huan to put away the star core, and suddenly he felt pressed by Shenyue, and he felt extremely heavy when he stepped on, and it took a while to get used to it.

Ahhh

Come on!

Puff puff!

Accompanied by a series of miserable shouts, a foreign warrior who had no time to escape was suppressed and killed, turning into a cloud of blood mist in the void.

However, despite the siege of the human race, some warriors came with treasures, warships, and war beasts, and there were still some fish that slipped through the net and escaped into the depths of the cave.

Putting away the opportunity to get the little holy son, Qingyang Huan didn't make a move, he returned to the head of the ancient city of Yulin.

Soon the conquest in the cave void was coming to an end, and in the face of the imposing Terran warriors, the heavenly alien race was completely reduced to the next level, and soon Ling Aojin, Ling Aojian, Xuan Guyang and other martial artists also exuded a strong aura of blood and energy, and stepped back to the land of the human race from the cave void. 、

"Happy!"

Then many warriors also returned to the land of the human race, and the strong blood qi was agitated, but it could not stop the scorching heat of the battle blood, and one by one roaring and excited voices sounded.

"Brother Qingyang!"

Every figure looking at Qingyanghuan waved his hands and clenched his fists.

Many warriors showed a look of awe in their eyes, how many human bloodlines multiplied in the Southern Wilderness, vast as stars, there were too many hidden families and ancient clans, but there were not many warriors who could compare with the little saint.

And Qingyang Huan was able to kill the little holy son, which is enough to prove everything.

......

The bloody battle ended, but the blood-colored fog over the ancient city of Yulin still could not be dispersed, and the whimpering sound continued to sound in the void, like crying.

Illusory and hideous figures continued to emerge in the blood mist, which belonged to the slaughtered Heavenly Alien Warriors, unwilling to fall, and the remnants of the broken souls were roaring angrily.

However, no matter how angry these remaining hideous ghosts roared, they never dared to approach the place where the demonic flames were rolling in the void.

The location of the Man-Demon Iron Rider is also the only place that has not been affected by the Great War.

When the young warriors of the human race from all over the ancient city of Yulin dispersed, the human demon iron horse still stood on top of the huge demon wolf, without the slightest fluctuation of life.

Boom!

The sound of armor colliding sounded, and the hollow eyes on the human and demon iron riders fell on Qingyang Huan's body again.

"Huh?"

Qing Yanghuan, who was originally immersed in the core of the Enlightenment Star, was instantly awakened and looked towards the human demon iron horse.

Roar!

The next moment, the demon wolf raised its head to the sky and roared, the demon flames surged, and the demon warrior turned around and walked towards the depths of the great wilderness.

The frenzy of demonic flames swept across the mountains and rivers, and everywhere it passed, everything lay dormant, and the demonic flames danced wildly.

Immediately after, Qingyang Huan's figure stepped out of the city in one step, heading in the direction where the human demon iron horse left.

"Oops...... Wait for me, wait for me. ”

When Gu Buxian on the side saw Qingyang Huan's movements, he immediately turned into a streamer and chased away.