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Looking at the **** hole in the sky, the hearts of all the Yan people tensed up, and unspeakable fear enveloped their hearts.

"Sir Lang of the Yan Clan, defend the world!"

The patriarch of the Yan Clan shouted loudly, and immediately disappeared in front of the first seat, all the disciples of the Yan Clan in the hall rushed out one after another, including the Lord Yan, leaving only one person to heal the elder's wounds.

Above the sky, silhouettes flew out of the black gap of lightning and thunder. They were wearing white robes with mysterious runes printed on them, with characters and patterns, and wisps of strange gray air surrounded them. Imposing.

The leader is a burly man, whose strong body bulges the robe, his long hair is like withered grass, fluttering in the wind, his face is like a bear, the stubble on his face is extremely thick, his eyes are shining fiercely, and he holds with a stick.

This wooden staff is a piece of white wood. From a distance, it looks like a white bone, and the top is like a claw.

The burly man took a deep breath, showed enjoyment on his face, and smiled greedily: "The breath of this world is really beautiful, but unfortunately, it belongs to the damned martial art!"

As he spoke, he flew forward, followed by other ancient believers, mighty and mighty.

Flames appeared in the sky in front of them, and they burned rapidly and became larger, connecting together to form a sea of ​​flames, covering the sky and covering the sun, sweeping towards them unstoppably. In the sea of ​​flames was a strong man of the Yan clan.

The burly man turned his head to look, and found that there were also a large number of Yan tribe warriors coming from the world behind. They were already surrounded, but they were not panicked, even very excited.

Fighting against the God's Punishment Army made them suffer a lot, but dealing with these clans, they were very relaxed and even enjoyed it. remember in a second

They don't dare to challenge the ancient giants, they only choose third-rate families.

"Feel the power of ancient arts!"

The burly man raised his wooden staff high, and the gray energy all over his body erupted, forming a world-destructive hurricane, sweeping up into the sky, and countless thunder and lightning intertwined, shaking the world.

Almost as soon as he raised his hand, the world shook!

The Flame Lord in the distance obviously felt that the rules of heaven and earth had been shaken, and he was secretly startled. Is this the power of ancient art?

He didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and began to call the name of Taoist ancestor in his heart.

Looking at this posture, the Yan clan is in danger, he has already ignored the possible embarrassment, the clan is the most important.

The hurricane roared, and the dark clouds rolled, darkening the whole world.

A dragon chant resounded, and the earth was split open, and fire dragons as big as mountain ranges burst out of the ground, and the dragons opened their teeth and claws to kill the congregants of the ancient religion.

The burly man smiled contemptuously, and swept away with a stick, the terrifying hurricane swept away immediately, centering on him, sweeping around, at an extremely fast speed, destroying the world, twisting huge fire dragons.

A ray of fire came at a very high speed, it was extremely overbearing, and it smashed the hurricane forcefully, and the wind and waves swept across the world.

Clang!

The burly man blocked the blade with a wooden stick, and saw the patriarch of the Yan clan appearing in front of him, holding a big knife, the blade was hot and red, as if it had just been taken out of a furnace.

The four eyes met, and the two eyes were full of killing intent. .....

Inside Zixiao Palace, Jiang Changsheng opened his eyes, and a bright light flickered from his eyes. He was using the Eye of Infinity to lock the direction of Lord Yan.

He slowly picked up the red gourd, opened the bottle, a white light shot out quickly, and disappeared as soon as it flew out of the gourd.

Above the Milky Way, Chang Yueqian, who was meditating and practicing, vaguely felt something, subconsciously opened his eyes and looked, but didn't see anything, he thought he was too tense.

Ever since Emperor Soul Skeleton attacked the Kunlun Realm, the people of the Chang Clan were holding back their energy, wanting to prove themselves.

Everything has to be done by the Taoist ancestor himself, which makes them seem useless. As an ancient family, they have their own arrogance, which is exactly the case, and their fighting spirit in practicing kung fu surpasses any previous moment.

"Is there anyone in martial arts or ancient art who can catch this knife?" Jiang Changsheng looked up to the sky and muttered to himself.

The white dragon in the corner turned over and slept in a more comfortable position. Its aura is getting stronger now, and it seems that it has gradually realized how to become stronger while sleeping.

rumble--

The sea of ​​clouds in the sky surged violently, the earth collapsed, and the mountains turned into fly ash. The surface of the earth cracked and expanded rapidly, forming staggered abysses that were bottomless.

Hundreds of flaming figures besieged the burly man, all of them were the top experts of the Yan Clan, and the Yan Clan patriarch was among them.

The burly man stands proudly in the sky, holds a wooden stake, and keeps waving it. The mysterious runes on his robe keep flashing phantoms, appearing and disappearing behind him.

The hurricane roared, the thunder and lightning flashed, and the cold air approached the strong Yan clan.

The patriarch of the Yan Clan was covered in blood, and he was knocked down by a thunderbolt. Immediately afterwards, a huge wooden thorn emerged from the ground, piercing his body, but his body was too strong, even if his chest was pierced, he would not Die, but break free quickly.

Yanzhu's arms are surrounded by flames, and he is fighting with two ancient believers. All three of them are the existence of the peak of Tianyuan Jiwu, and they are only one step away from entering the realm of Xuchewu. The upper hand, but unable to defeat and get rid of these two.

In the distance, other members of the Ancient Cult were held back by other powerful members of the Yan Clan, but the situation was not optimistic.

"Your flames are still far behind that immeasurable monk!

The burly man smiled proudly. He held up the wooden staff, and the wooden staff suddenly burst into black light, turning into countless black light beams and killing all directions.

The patriarch of the Yan clan reverberated and slashed away, the saber energy was instantly scattered, the black beam speed increased, and it was unstoppable to kill him, he could only be forced to dodge, even if he was like this, not to mention that there were many other strong members of the Yan clan People are entangled by black light beams, and these black light beams quickly condense into chains, entangle them, and freeze their Wu Yuan and true energy. "How can it be!"

"What kind of power is this?"

"My true energy is being drawn..." "Damn it!"

The strong Yan clan members were shocked and angry. The patriarch of the Yan clan hid several times, but he failed to hide in the end. He was also entangled by the black light beam. The black chains condensed on his body were far larger than those of other people.

At this moment, the patriarch of the Yan Clan couldn't even transform into the void. "The boring war, it's time to end."

The burly man hung high in the sky, restrained his smile, and said expressionlessly, as if the **** of death was judging life and death.

The wooden stick in his hand is leading hundreds of strong Yan people, the longest chain is a million miles long, across the sky, which is extremely spectacular.

Everyone's face changed drastically, and they felt that the speed at which their Wuyuan or true energy was drawn was greatly accelerated.

hum--

The wooden stick in the burly man's hand trembled violently, and a terrible force was gathering at the top like a claw, making the rules of heaven and earth tremble.

Lord Yan looked from afar, feeling hopeless in his heart. "Ancestor Dao! Ancestor Dao! Come quickly!" He urged in his heart, impatient.

He even couldn't help shouting out: "Daozu! Please save my Yan Clan!"

In desperation, he subconsciously used his true energy, and his voice was extremely loud, resounding through the world.

The members of the ancient ancient sect who were fighting and the warriors of the Yan clan turned their heads to look at him, but all of them just glanced at him.

The burly man also glanced at Lord Yan, indifferent. at this time!

A piercing sound came from the top of Yanzhu's head, and Yanzhu who was fighting subconsciously looked up, only to see a flash of white light, the speed was so fast that his naked eyes couldn't keep up.

The burly man who was absorbing the strong Wu Yuan and Qi of the Yan Clan seemed to feel something, and subconsciously turned his head to look, a flying knife was hanging in front of his eyes, less than 20 centimeters away.

This knife is two feet long, the blade is like a leaf, the handle is like the head of a fierce beast, like a lion or a dragon, it is domineering and terrifying.

The burly man's pupils shrank, and his eyes revealed an unbelievable look. What is this!

So fast!

He didn't even have time to react!

"It's against the way of heaven to spread charcoal, if so, then I will do it for the heaven!" Jiang Changsheng's voice came from the flying knife, and the voice was like a **** descending from the earth, spreading throughout the Yan clan world.

As soon as the words fell, the Flying Sword of Zhanxian moved!

The burly man subconsciously wanted to swing the wooden staff, but the speed of the Zhanxian Flying Knife was extremely fast. He only felt that the Zhanxian Flying Knife suddenly disappeared, followed by a pain in his neck, and then the sky spun, and his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

The patriarch of the Yan clan and a group of Yan clan powerhouses stared wide-eyed. They saw the flying knife cut off the burly man's head, the blade pierced through his head, and flew away with his head.

The whole process was extremely fast, and the extremely powerful and burly man seemed unresponsive, and his head was removed directly. The simpler it is, the more shocking it is!

In the blink of an eye, the Immortal-Chopping Flying Knife disappeared, and the black chains that bound the strong members of the Yan Clan disappeared, which made them startled.

"Kill them all! Don't let a single one go!"

The patriarch of the Yan Clan had red eyes and roared angrily, he rushed to an old ancient believer in the distance first, the gap in realm made him blow him up with one punch, and the other party had no time to react!

The other Yan clan powerhouses came back to their senses one after another, and immediately launched a counterattack.

Without the burly man, the other Ancient Cultists are no match for the Yan Clan! The Flame Lord was chasing and killing his opponent, while UU reading www.uukanshu.com was excited.

It was Daozu's voice just now! Daozu is so strong!

Such a terrifying enemy was easily killed by Taoist ancestor!

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In the starry sky, the Immortal-Chopping Flying Knife carried the burly man's head and flew at high speed, continuously crossing the star field.

The man in white who had chased and killed the Dao Heart God appeared again. He wanted to grab the Flying Sword, but a pair of wings suddenly appeared on the tip of the Flying Sword, which greatly increased the speed of the Flying Sword.

The man in white was moved, his expression did not change even after chasing and killing the Dao Xin God.

After chasing for a long time, he gave up and stopped immediately, and the bright and psychedelic backflow space around him disappeared, replaced by a vast starry sky.

Standing in the starry sky, he looked at the direction where Zhanxian Flying Knife was leaving, and frowned.

"This is the second time that Xuanhuang Datiandi has been reduced to this point...let people come and go freely..."

The man in white was talking to himself, his tone was calm, and he couldn't hear his emotions.

Zhanxian Feidao galloped all the way, not flying in the direction of Kunlun Realm, but the endless void in another direction, and then prepared to circle a few more laps in the endless void before returning to Kunlun Realm.

the other side. Inside Zixiao Palace.

A line of prompts appeared before Jiang Changsheng's eyes:

[In the fifty-third year of Chengtian, your incense follower, Lord Yan, was attacked by Zhang Dukong, the rudder leader of the old ancient religion, and his disciples. You acted in time, cut off a cause and effect, and obtained the reward of survival—the magic weapon of magic, the Gate of Ten Thousand Realms 】

Jiang Changsheng raised his eyebrows, there was actually a survival reward.

You must know that Yanzhu is not important in his heart. After Yanzhu died, he would not seek revenge, and the reminder explained the cause and effect. Could it be that if he did not act, the old ancient religion could find the Kunlun Realm through Yanzhu?

It is possible, not necessarily that the Lord of Fire betrayed him, but that the ancient ancient sect mastered the mysterious ancient art.