The Cold Heaven Ancestor roared and swooped over, and at this moment, he not only used the white tiger body, but also exhausted all kinds of secret methods, and his eyebrows glowed, like a treasure wheel, piercing the place.

Every inch of his body is releasing energy, every cell is a divine treasure, blood is boiling, and divine power is surging.

With a stroke of his hand, he directly slashed the void, however, after being surrounded by the six blue dragons, no matter how crazy he roared and roared, the six blue dragons were completely unmoved, circling around him.

In the end, the six dragons turned into a cage and trapped him in it.

Zhan Zhao in the consciousness space was stunned and looked at all this carefully.

"Purple gold, red, black, blue and white, six dragons...... Isn't this the Slaughter Sage Sword Technique?" Zhan Zhao muttered to himself in the space of consciousness, "The unity of the six forms is the origin break?"

"Six dragons circled, turned into a cage, and suppressed everything?"

Zhan Zhao continued to feel and muttered to himself.

The cage gradually solidified, turning into a cocoon of light, sealing the Cold Heaven Ancestor, and the six-colored light curtain continued to shrink and compress, and the originally huge light curtain quickly shrank.

Zhan Zhao's pupils in the consciousness space shrank, "No, is this the so-called origin?"

Under Zhanzhao's horrified gaze, the light cocoon formed by the six-color light curtain continued to shrink, shrink, and shrink again.

Eventually, it turned into a cocoon of light the size of an egg.

"Still can't do it!" Tai Chu suddenly muttered, "It can be compressed again, but if it is compressed again, I'm afraid that the Cold Heaven Ancestor will die......"

"With the ability now. Even if you shoot with all your strength, you can't suppress it to become the origin......" Tai Chu muttered, and the spiritual power sword in his hand suddenly moved forward.

A spatial ripple rippled along the sword.

"Break!" Tai Chu roared angrily, and the long sword shattered directly.

The spatial ripples rippled out onto the egg-sized cocoon of light.

Suddenly, the six-colored light curtain suddenly shook and flourished.

The brilliance flooded the universe. No one can see clearly.

Rumble!

The earth-shattering explosion, this place is full of fog, the immortal river impacts, and the chaos is surging.

Zhan Zhao's expression in the consciousness space changed, and he suddenly shouted, "The six styles of the Slaughter Sword Technique are one, compressed to the origin, and then exploded...... Is this the origin broken?"

When everything came to an end, the Cold Heaven Ancestor appeared. Staggered, covered in blood, and the heavens and the earth wailed. It's in ruins. It's not like that.

The Cold Heaven Ancestor stood in place, his expression was complicated, and his mind was difficult to understand. The center of his eyebrows had already cracked, a stream of blood flowed, and there were endless wounds on his body, it seemed. His body was almost torn apart.

Those clansmen of the Xuantian Clan all sat on the ground, trying to escape, but they didn't escape, and everyone was stunned when they saw this situation......

The ancestor of his own race. The person who is known as the number one powerhouse in the Origin Wind Continent......

Defeated......

The Cold Heaven Ancestor was defeated......

"That kind of coercion that erupted is not weaker than the Cold Heaven Ancestor!"

"How is it possible? When did another Heavenly Saint level appear?"

"Nope. It may not be a Heavenly Saint level...... The battle ended too suddenly. ”

"yes, judging by the time, it seems that it was only one move...... One move to end the battle...... The coercion of the Cold Heaven Ancestor is extremely weak, and the coercion of that person is still ......"

"What is this? a trick to defeat the cold weather...... Is it the legendary primary-level master?"

"I can't stay still, I'm going to take a look!"

"Let's go!"

"If it's really a primary-level master, go and meet this senior!"

The Saint Emperor level of the four major races, that is, the saint level masters, couldn't sit still, and they were about to leave one by one and rush towards the territory of the Xuantian Clan.

The saints of the four major races all went to the territory of the Xuantian Clan through the Divine Light Platform, and only the Feather Wing Clan had some changes.

"Oh, the kid of the Feathered Clan in front, where to run, compete with this seat!" "Demon Que was dressed in purple and suddenly stopped in front of the five Winged Clan saints.

The Feather Wing Clan, like the angels Zhanzhao had seen in the novel in his previous life, had a handsome western face with white wings behind them.

The saint-level winged clan has twelve pairs of white wings behind it, which looks very holy.

"Get out of the way!" The five Winged Saints flew just before the Divine Light Platform and were about to leave, but the sudden appearance of the Demon Que disrupted their plans.

"Old Five, let's go first, you kill this kid!" There was no time to take a closer look at the cultivation and appearance of the Demon Que, it seemed that it was the boss's Winged Clan Saint who spoke directly, opened the Divine Light Platform, and disappeared in place!

A purple sword slashed towards the remaining Winged Saint.

"Damn it!" the Winged Clan's saint roared angrily, "Dare to come and block our Winged Clan's path, damn it!"

"In the name of my Argret, grant you death!" The saint of the Feathered Wing Clan didn't care about the Demon Que at all, and with a few waves of his hand, two blazing white rays of light rushed out, turning into a cross slash and slashing towards the Demon Que!

"Hey, it's okay to be serious!" Demon Que laughed, but just stretched out a finger, and with a slight click, he directly slashed the cross into the void.

As if he had just come back to his senses, Argre suddenly shouted, "You are also a saint?

Mo Que couldn't help but shrug his shoulders, "Since you know that I am a saint, then, let's fight!"

"What are you kidding?" Argret roared frantically, "Didn't you feel the coercion on the Primordial Wind Continent just now? Your Xuantian Clan's Cold Heaven Ancestor appeared and fought, don't you want to go and see the result? If you want to go, hurry up and enter the Divine Light Platform and go together!"

"Forehead......" Demon Que shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly, he wanted to do it, but when he heard Argret say this, he was a little embarrassed to do it.

Although he was not a member of the Xuantian Clan, Argre didn't seem to care about stopping them at all, and even invited himself to go to the Xuantian Clan with him......

What the fuck is this called!

You said this, Lao Tzu wants to fight with you, how can you fight?

Moreover, if you go there, I'm afraid that the Taichu seniors will catch people directly......

"Well, don't talk about this question!" Demon Que scratched his head and said, "The Cold Heaven Ancestor will definitely lose, oops, I just want to fight, on the one hand, to test my cultivation, on the other hand, to move my muscles, you say this, how can I fight with you?"

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!" Argret came back to his senses, didn't care about the demon que at all, and directly opened the Divine Light Platform, and was about to go to the territory of the Xuantian Clan.

Demonic smiled bitterly and was speechless, and hurriedly chased after him, following Argret into the Divine Light Platform.

The Divine Light Platform flickered a few times, and the two disappeared directly.

By the time the demon came back to his senses, they had already come to the territory of the Xuantian Clan.

"Let's go, Boss, they should be there!" Argret waved his hand impatiently and flew quickly into the distance.

Mo Que touched his nose, and wanted to cry without tears in his heart.

What is this called?

Mo Que really couldn't imagine that these saints were almost crazy about the matter of the Cold Heaven Ancestor, and they didn't even mind interrupting their use of the Divine Light Platform by themselves, and they even dragged themselves over......

In this way, I'm afraid I really can't fight this fight.

Mo Que thought about it carefully, and also figured it out, if he changed his usual days and provoked the Feather Wing Clan by himself, they would definitely fight with him endlessly, but now because of the coercion released by the Primordial Ancestor and the Cold Heaven Ancestor, the hearts of those saints were directly disturbed.

Therefore, the most important thing at this moment is not to fight with yourself, the main thing is to see if the Cold Heaven Ancestor is defeated.

Mo Que touched his nose helplessly, smiled bitterly, turned into a purple light, and flew out.

The Cold Heaven Ancestor stood in the void, smiling but not smiling, with an indescribable loneliness on his face.

Taichu stood proudly in the void, touching his nose, with a look of indifference.

There are people around constantly, first of all, the saints of the Xuantian clan, a total of seven people, all of them are as white as snow, none of them are the kind of old people with white heads, and at first glance, these are all the healthiest middle-aged people, all of them have black heads, skin like jade, and they all seem to be the most standard middle-aged beautiful men.

As for Tukong, I don't know where he was thrown by Taichu, but he didn't appear at all.

The two saints of the Black Scale Clan, the three saints of the Purple Mei Clan, and the four saints of the Feather Wing Clan also appeared.

Not far away, the Winged Clan's Argret also flew over and appeared here.

"Taichu senior, you are like this, how can I fight!"