Chapter 221 Yongzhou’s Destiny Ancestor Yuan Shen

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The light of the ax fell, splitting half of the old demon's head open.

There was a sound of blood and bones being torn apart, large pieces of scales collapsed, and streaks of blood stuck to the torn flesh.

roar!

The old soul and old demon lying in the cave were about to be split in half.

Suddenly, he woke up and roared.

In the realm of Yuanshen, a divine court was opened in Niwan Palace, and the invisible spiritual consciousness transformed into a martial arts Yuanshen. It has initially possessed the magical power to leave the physical body and travel around the world.

The power of the ax light that struck down continued, and it struck directly into the old demon's divine court.

"Human race!"

At this moment, amid the collision of splashing energy, Li Shenzhi rushed in carrying the saint's bones.

He hugged the legs of the saint's skeleton with both hands and smashed it towards the old demon.

Even if the saint is reduced to a skeleton and no longer as majestic as he once was, his holy power is irreversible.

The splashing energy fell on the bones, and immediately a series of khaki divine chains of laws floated on the bones, reflecting the shadow of the axe, sweeping away all energy.

Puff!

At this time, the old demon's body was like a purple paste and shattered into pieces, and large amounts of demon blood spattered.

"roar!"

Before Li Shenzhi could take a breath, strange syllables rang out from the Old Demon Court, which had been beaten into a pulp.

A wisp of earth-yellow light was like electricity, accurately capturing the saint's bones. The energy burst out and crashed into Li Shenzhi's Niwan Palace.

"The child of Daozang, withered bones in the tomb, An Neng suppresses and kills the ancestor."

"die!"

Li Shenzhi was a little surprised by the sudden change. The old guy in the Yuanshen realm was really difficult to deal with.

After entering Niwan Palace, the old demon Yuanshen roared angrily, and then saw a ball of green light falling down.

"ah--"

…

The Saint's attack tore apart the sky and the earth. At this moment, the entire center of the mountain range was turned into ruins.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The monsters in the mountains were crawling and trembling under the impact of the terrifying energy.

In the mountains and fields, there are even sounds of ghosts crying and howling, and a gloomy ghost atmosphere fills the air.

…

In just half a day, the demon camp at Manyu Mountain, located at the junction of Yuanshan and Zaitian Holy Ministry, ushered in a bloodbath.

There was one old demon of the sixth level Yuan Shen, thirty-three great demons of the fifth level Divine Fire Realm, the fourth level, the third level, and the second level monsters, even the insects and ants in the mountains, were all dead.

The evil spirit soaring into the sky enveloped the entire mountain range, and the bloody evil cloud could be seen from thousands of miles away.

In the rolling blood clouds, illusory and shapeless black energy loomed, and three figures were hazy in the three directions of the mountain range.

"Mingze, shouldn't you give me an explanation to the Tiger Dragon Saint Clan?"

There was a roaring sound, and in the blood cloud, a tiger head like a mountain with dragon horns opened its mouth, and the wind roared all over the sky.

"What do you want to explain?"

Zaitian Mingze stood on the edge of the mountain range, and an invisible energy traveled around, blocking the blood evil breath from outside him.

"Our holy tiger dragon has killed a soul, dozens of divine fires, and millions of demon soldiers. Hand over those who took action, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

The flesh on Mingze's cheeks trembled.

"I hope all you monsters and beasts will die. If you keep talking nonsense, you will die too!"

"Mingze, you are fine!"

"Mom...Mom, it's up to you to tell me whether I'm good or not."

"Send you to death."

There was a rumbling sound, and thunder exploded on the top of the mountain. Mingze, who had just returned to his true form, turned into a body of thunder thousands of feet high.

Mysterious thunders circled around him, roaring and killing the tiger head in mid-air.

"Mingze, how dare you..."

The fist, which was like a mountain, was filled with thunder. With one punch, the hanging tiger's head flew out of the air.

The tiger's head flew around, knocking away a large piece of blood cloud, revealing a dragon body that was disproportionate to the big tiger's head.

"Mom, it depends on whether I beat you or not."

Mingze, who transformed into a thousand-foot-tall giant, punched out several times, and then took a moment to look into the distance.

"Yuan Cong, come up, let's go together."

In the other direction of the mountain range, a figure in green robes was stroking his forehead, looking at the roaring battles high in the sky, and shaking his head slightly.

Elder Mingze of the Zaitian Holy Ministry appeared, and it seems that there is no result in this matter today.

The demon camp at the junction of their two races has existed for a long time.

Over the years, once destroyed, the demon clan will be rebuilt again.

Only, this time...

Who did it?

"Mingze, today's business is not over yet, just wait..."

Above the void, the Old Demon of the Tiger Dragon Tribe breathed out strong winds to block the Thunder Giant, and flew towards the sky.

"Fuck... tender... mother, you know how to beep."

After falling from a high altitude, Mingze landed in front of Yuan Cong.

"I said, what did you do? You destroyed this place in advance and didn't let me go to Zaitianbu."

"Mingze, although you have no brain, please use your brain and take a look. This mountain is filled with strong cold ghost energy, and there is also a trace of the law of the earth. This is obviously the action of a saint."

"Isn't it true that your Yuanshan Holy Ministry took action?"

"I thought it was your Zaitian Holy Ministry who did this."

Mingze touched his skull and fell into deep contemplation.

"Anyway, this place has been destroyed several times. I don't care if it is destroyed one more time. That's all. I'm going back to the clan leader to revive him."

After thinking about it for a while, Mingze, who couldn't figure it out, decided not to think about it.

He is not the clan leader, so why should he think about this matter?

This is what the clan leader should do. He has thought so much now that it has exceeded the scope. The clan leader does not give him more salary.

Go ball!

"etc."

Seeing Mingze about to leave, Yuan Cong was speechless. He couldn't help but think about the meaning of the Zaitian tribe sending Elder Mingze out.

"Before you come out, your tribe leader, do you have any other explanations?"

"Oh, I forgot. The head of my family said that these days are not easy for everyone. There are monsters outside, corpses causing chaos inside, and external forces strife. The two of us must work together to help each other.

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"Any more?"

"There should be...no more..."

Mingze rubbed his head again and fell into thinking.

For warriors in the Yuanshen realm, after the Yuanshen reaches great heights, not to mention losing their memory, even things that occurred within one or two years of birth can be reflected back.

Mingze's appearance is obviously abnormal.

However, Yuan Cong did not show any surprise.

Zaitian Holy Bu Mingze, the youngest Yuanshen realm elder of the tribe, is also a legendary existence in the entire Zaitian domain.

It can be said that none of the martial arts prodigies in Zaitian Domain are as famous as Elder Mingze.

This elder was a wild boy who was taken into the tribe by an old man from Zaitian tribe and named Mingze.

When he was young, Mingze was not smart because of the name given to him by the elders.
To be continued...