The leader of the dragon clan has such fighting power that it cannot be compared to the ordinary Three Corpse Killing Holy Emperor. He is too powerful!
They looked at Ling Tian. Now, only Ling Tian could save them.
"My son Long Jin is dead?"
The extremely dull voice of the dragon clan leader resounded throughout the Dragon Valley.
The mighty sound wave swept across, causing the Holy Emperor of the ancient human race to vomit blood.
The patriarch was already angry.
The billowing dragon's breath surged out from his body. Although it had no original power, it was enough to crush everything just by relying on his cultivation.
"Clan leader, this person killed Long Jin!"
"Today, we must not let them go!"
The Great Elder Long Hua also said angrily.
"Hmph, I, the Dragon Emperor, want you to pay with blood!"
The leader of the Dragon Clan suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, and the roar of the dragon shook Jiugao.
Immediately, a flaming dragon's breath spewed out from his mouth and engulfed Shen Xiaoyao, who had just been knocked out.
Shen Xiaoyao must die first.
But Shen Xiaoyao could still cope with the Holy Emperor who killed three corpses.
But for two of them, it won't work.
What's more, it's still within the Ten Thousand Dragons Formation, and the leader of the Dragon Clan is too strong.
"Buzz!"
However, Feng Jiu also left in an instant.
The black ice turned into thousands of arrows, which vibrated above the dragon's breath flame.
After a dozen breaths, he blocked the dragon's breath.
Feng Jiu looked grim.
Although they are both three-corpse-killing holy emperors, there is still a big gap between her and the dragon clan leader.
"Huh, nine-headed phoenix? You are a rare species from the Three Realms."
The leader of the dragon clan sneered, "But if you practice for tens of thousands more years, you may be able to fight me. You are not worthy to stand in front of me now."
The leader of the Dragon Clan suddenly transformed without using his true body. A strong old man emerged from among the thousands of dragon auras.
He is already quite old among the dragon clan, and his lifespan is short.
But he held the five-color dragon spear in his hand, and his aura was terrifying enough.
That is the supreme artifact.
It is a treasure passed down from the Yanhuang Dragon Clan more than 100,000 years ago.
It gently clicked downwards, and it was like the Holy Emperor's Avenue condensing, shattering the space, and stabbing Feng Jiu.
Come!
Feng Jiu manifests his true form, his ice wings bloom, and his nine songs sing in unison.
Nine streaks of black ice turned into a feather and came out.
Click!
But the moment it came into contact with the dragon spear, it exploded.
This is already Fengjiu's strongest natal magical power.
Like Athena, she still doesn't have the supreme artifact in hand.
Moreover, even if there were, she might not be able to block the shot.
Feng Jiu's eyes tightened.
She was prepared to take the shot forcefully.
Although the leader of the Dragon Clan is tyrannical, he cannot make her fall.
However, how could Ling Tian, who was behind him, watch the other party be rampant.
The Yanhuang Dragon Clan has now used all its cards.
Nothing more than that.
Since the Yanhuang Dragon Clan cannot be successfully recruited, let it become the first target of Ling Tian's attack since his trip.
Otherwise, even if these forces win over their own side, something will happen sooner or later.
However, Ling Tian couldn't take action. His expression changed slightly, and he immediately raised his hand, "In that case, I'll bother you, Master, to take action."
The moment Ling Tian's voice fell.
It was another wrinkle of the aura that killed the three corpses of the Holy Emperor.
In the void, a huge hand suddenly stretched out and stood in front of Feng Jiu.
Then he suddenly grasped the dragon spear tightly in his hand.
"kindness!?"
The sudden appearance of a big hand shocked everyone present.
"Another Holy Emperor who kills three corpses?!"
Who can believe that this is the Yanhuang God Realm, which ranks last among the four major god realms.
Four three-corpse-killing Holy Emperors have actually appeared!
Although the dragon clan leader's spear had been consumed by Feng Jiu's magical power.
But being held by one hand is still a bit outrageous, right?
"who!?"
At this time, the dragon clan leader's face also changed in shock.
The big hand that suddenly stretched out gave him a somewhat familiar feeling.
Click!
But at this time, the edge of the dragon spear had been crushed by a big hand, and a headless body gradually appeared from the void.
The aura of the Holy Emperor of the Ancient Human Race descended, causing the Ten Thousand Dragons Formation to begin to tremble crazily.
Even the dragon clan's last protective formation could not withstand the pressure of the four three-corpse-killing holy emperors, and it began to show signs of collapse.
"God of War Xingtian!"
The moment the headless Holy Emperor appeared, the Lord of the Dragon Clan and all the Ancient Human Race Holy Emperors exclaimed in surprise.
How could they not know this ancient Holy Emperor?
For the ancient people, Xingtian was their past belief, and countless classics recorded Xingtian's great achievements.
And hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Lord of the Dragon Clan was defeated by the God of War Xingtian.
Although Xingtian's combat power is not at its peak now, the power of oppression given to him is still extremely shocking.
The God of War, Xingtian, has not fallen yet?!
"Haha, Long Xiao, long time no see."
Xing Tian said calmly, "But this time, with me here, you'd better admit defeat."
"Who are they? Do the ancient humans still want to obey others?"
The Lord of the Dragon Clan shook his head. He could not imagine why with the status and cultivation of the God of War Xingtian, he would be used by others.
Who is that guy who has never taken action so far?
"Haha, Long Xiao, I'm afraid you don't know yet, but this is the founder of Taoism and the Supreme Being of the Three Pure Ones!"
"That one is the Supreme One of the Three Pure Ones!"
"You shouldn't be enemies with us, but now, it seems you have no chance."
Xing Tianweng said.
"What?"
"Sanqing Daozu!?"
At this time, Long Xiao's expression finally changed after learning Ling Tian's identity.
That guy turned out to be the Taoist Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty?
Who doesn’t know that the Three Pure Spirits were transformed from the essence in Pangu’s body.
When it comes to bloodline origins, they can already be regarded as innate gods.
Even the period when the Sanqing Taoist ancestors were at their strongest was at the end of the ancient world and the beginning of the third world when they were teaching all spirits.
But his achievements at his peak were not comparable to those of a small dragon clan leader.
"What do you want?"
The leader of the Dragon Clan was a little wary and did not choose to take action rashly.
"how?"
"You should never touch my family."
"You have to accept this lesson."
But Ling Tian didn't even want to soften his tone.
"relatives by marriage?"
"You mean the dragon clan?"
Long Xiao glanced at the abyss below and said, "Haha, it turns out you are here for him."
"Since you don't want to let go of my dragon clan, then I will tell you."
"It can't survive at all!"
"Xingtian, even if I am not your opponent, you can't even think of doing anything to me!"
"Sanqing Taoist, what can I do?"
The dragon roared with a sneer, suddenly turned around, and plunged into the abyss.