Signing Starts From Covering the Sky

"How is it possible, so, he has been suppressing his own strength before, and he will not be able to compete with Yuan Gu!"

"What kind of courage is this, daring to seal one's own cultivation with a holy soldier, and still be able to crush the ancient prince's bloodline!"

The crowd of onlookers was boiling, which simply refreshed their cognition. The Holy Son of Yaochi sealed his own strength, but he could still behead the eighth grandson of Emperor Yuan!

Moreover, Chen Xuanzhi has not only broken through the threshold of slashing, but has even become a master. What kind of cultivation speed is this?

What is even more shocking is that he was actually safe and sound under the attack of the ancestor king, very calm and calm.

"Damn, let him pretend!"

The **** dog bared his teeth, a little indignant.

Many people were shocked, and even Jiang Yifei showed a complicated look. Although he had guessed in his heart before, he never expected that the other party had gone against the sky to this level.

"It's amazing."

Jiang Yun also sighed softly, impressed by this amazing junior.

Many human race arrogances were silent. They are all the arrogances of the major forces, and they are among the best in the younger generation. Facing such an unparalleled arrogance, they couldn't help but feel sad and have endless frustration in their hearts.

"Junior!"

The ancestor king of Primal Lake snorted coldly, and his heart was stunned. This young man is too heaven-defying. To be so young, he is already a great king. Few people have done it since ancient times.

It can be said that Chen Xuanzhi's cultivation speed is absolutely unparalleled in the world, and many emperors and emperors from ancient times to the present are not as fast as they are.

The black mist is surging, and the killing intent is rolling. Primitive Lake and many ancient races have murderous intentions. The appearance of this human race is too heaven-defying, the threat is too great, and it cannot be allowed to survive.

Chen Xuanzhi glanced coldly at the ancestor king above the sky, and said: "Is Yuanyuan Lake still a big royal family? After the fair battle, there is actually such a lowly ancestor king who shot me, but even if you shot it, it's useless. , then I'll cut you off by the way!"

Chen Xuanzhi opened his mouth indifferently, and at the same time he walked on the mysterious steps, the divine light was transpiring, and the dao patterns were intertwined under his feet, turning into innate patterns.

This is an extremely powerful and conceited man, looking down at the ancestor king in the realm of the king, he can be called a myth!

The Holy Son of Yaochi even threatened to kill the ancestor of the original lake. It has to be said that Chen Xuanzhi was so domineering that many people's jaws dropped in shock.

Holy slaughter!

These two words are a bit too illusory for monks, and no one will have such delusions, because one day if one is not holy, one day is an ant. Facing the sage, it is always like an ant looking up at the blue dragon.

The difference in strength is too great, it is a chasm, and there is no way to cross it, even if it is a semi-sacred, there is only occasional holy power, but it is always difficult to reach.

Because to a certain extent, the saint is already a completely new life form, detached, and does not belong to the mortals.

A drop of blood can kill a saint, this is not just talk, but really has that kind of terrifying combat power, and when you reach the holy realm, you have the capital to truly look down on the world.

"Crazy, when the deity is going down, your ancestors are still bowing their heads in front of me, not to mention that you are a junior, a saint can't be humiliated, even if you are a king who beheaded the Dao, I think that the human race will have nothing to say if you kill you today. !"

The ancestor king standing in the void opened his mouth, every pore of his body was flowing with murderous intent, strands of strands overflowed down the pores, crushing the world, white hair was scattered, his eyes were empty, and the murderous intent was cold.

He put down a big hand again, wanting to kill Chen Xuanzhi cleanly and neatly, and establish the majesty of the ancient clan, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but contain a cold smile.

"kill!"

Chen Xuanzhi drank it coldly, and a golden holy sword flew out, revealing the divine might of the Heavenly Emperor, surrounded by dragons and phoenixes, hundreds of feet long, and went straight through the air.

"Keng"

Chen Xuanzhi stepped on the line of calligraphy, rushed to the front of the ancestor king, a sword swept across the sky, and the vast sword energy swept the world, each of which seemed to be able to slash the sun, moon and stars, and directly slashed on the palm of the white-haired ancestor king. .

The white-haired Ancestor King retreated, and the palm of his hand was convulsed for a while, and blood was slowly dripping out. When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but change their color, and they were horrified.

Holy Son of Yaochi, can fight the Ancestor King!

"Take the heads of the others!"

Holding the Heavenly Emperor Sword, Chen Xuanzhi took the initiative to enter Gaotian and fight against the white-haired ancestor king.

People's expressions changed, Chen Xuanzhi was too defiant, he was not suppressed by the other side's sanctuary barriers, but could fight against it. It seemed that his Tao and Dharma could surpass everything, and he would not be defeated in fighting against this ancestral king!

"cut!"

Chen Xuanzhi shouted, the Heavenly Emperor Sword revived, and the endless law struck, even Fang Tianyu dimmed, and the stars turned one after another, pushed by the sword's edge.

Suddenly such a shock, everyone present was horrified, and was forced back by a hurricane-like force, and many people flew like scarecrows.

The white-haired ancestral king tried his best to fight against it, with an inch-long divine sword between his foreheads shining brightly, resisting. Yuangu had used it before, but it was far less powerful than the white-haired ancestral king.

The Yuanhuang Daojian collided with the holy sword, making loud clanging noises, many people screamed and covered their ears, and some monks began to bleed from both ears.

The divine light of the Heavenly Emperor Sacred Sword rushed into the sky, and every inch was spraying out the divine light, carrying hundreds of millions of immortal divine power!

"How could this be!"

The white-haired Ancestral King roared between his brows, his Yuanhuang Dao Sword was unable to match the opponent, but was suppressed by Chen Xuanzhi's Heavenly Emperor Sword.

"chi"

After dozens of tricks, the white-haired ancestor king bled blood, and a crack appeared, and his Yuanhuang Dao Sword disappeared into the eyebrows again.

"Saint Son of Yaochi, he can really beat the ancestor king. I heard that there are occasional semi-sages against the ancestor king in history, but I have never heard that the Dacheng king can overwhelm the ancestor king!"

The white-haired Ancestral King's face was ashen~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After fighting for so long, the opponent became more and more familiar, and he slowly began to suppress himself. Is this still a human?

On the other side, Yuan Gu's expression was extremely lonely and lost all brilliance. He watched Chen Xuanzhi's confrontation with the ancestor king, and finally found that he lost outright, and the opponent could even suppress the ancestor king, already surpassing him too much.

"Abandoning everything, forgetting everything, hoping to prove Dao in this world, but still ended up with a sad ending..."

His voice was very lonely, with a hint of sadness, and there were tears rolling down. He opened his arms and stretched out to the void where there was no light, as if he wanted to catch something.

"Yuangu!"

Some powerhouses in Primordial Lake cried out sadly, because they had seen Yuan Gu walking towards the edge of the Transformation Dao, and a little light rain slowly drifted down from him.

"Farewell to you all."

He finally said a word, and with a gust of wind blowing, it completely dissipated between heaven and earth, and it was never seen again.