He was a man with a strong and upright body, and an indifferent expression on his face. Just standing there casually made people feel like he was facing the vast sea, which was unfathomable.
He was clearly right in front of me, but he seemed to be far away, elusive and elusive, and his personal temperament was so outstanding.
This man was Xiao Ye, who was watching the battle from a distance. He was very pleased to discover that the True Spirit lineage had grown over the years.
But when he saw that a mid-heaven holy lord from the Dayan Ancient Clan appeared, he naturally would not sit idly by and ignore it.
"He...why is he so like that person!"
"Although they have changed a lot, they look exactly the same. What is going on?"
"Why did a person who died a thousand years ago suddenly appear!"
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When Yue Ye and other members of the Dayan Ancient Clan looked at them in shock and uncertainty, many of the people attracted by the fierce battle were shaken all over and screamed in surprise.
Back then, that name was so dazzling. It was truly famous throughout the Three Thousand Worlds and spread throughout all major races. No one knew about it. He truly possessed the grace of a leader and was highly praised by many powerful and giants from other races.
Many people in the human race have seen his true appearance, and the face of the person in front of him overlaps without any hindrance.
The Holy Son of Taichu, Xiao Ye!
How could this impossible person come to the world again? Now that he has reappeared, the news can shake the sky and make the entire starry sky shake three times!
You know, the Holy Lord of Huadu of the Dayan Ancient Clan didn't even give the other party a chance of life.
"The Holy Son of Taichu, Xiao Ye!"
The exclamations from all around were not loud, but when these young strong men from the Dayangu tribe heard it, their souls immediately trembled.
Most of them have never faced Xiao Ye. By the time they returned, Xiao Ye had already died, so they only heard his name and never met him in person.
"Are you really the Holy Son of the First Beginning? This is impossible. Under the attack of our Holy Lord Huadu, you can't survive at all. What kind of rat are you? You dare to pretend to be a dead person. Aren't you afraid of being contaminated by the forbidden cause and effect?
"
The cold light surged in the eyes of the moonlit night, the snowy hair on his waist danced wildly, and he made a questioning sound.
Even if Xiao Ye could survive the battle a thousand years ago, he would definitely have big problems. How could he kill even the Fire Spirit Holy Lord upon his return?
This is simply impossible!
"Since he is a dead person, what is there to pretend to be?"
"I remember you once said that even if I were resurrected, you would be able to kill me with your own hands. Now that I'm here, you are questioning my identity. It's really ridiculous." Xiao Ye stared at the moonlit night indifferently and said coldly.
"Everyone, no matter who this person is, I'm afraid he won't show mercy to us. Only by working together can we kill him!"
Yue Ye forced herself to calm down and yelled.
At this moment, the young strong men of the Dayan Ancient Clan were all responding, pushing their strength to the peak one after another, holding holy weapons, making noise and cracking the sky, making the entire universe tremble, and there was an aura that surpassed the nine heavens and was sweeping and majestic.
They are all geniuses from other eras. Although their level is lower than that of Yue Ye, they are still very strong. They have been tempered in places like that, and their strength is very terrifying. Now they join forces, they just want to escape, and they have no intention of fighting at all.
The opponent even killed the Fire Spirit Holy Lord, let alone them?
"escape?"
Xiao Ye moved, his expression became cold, as if there was no emotional fluctuation at all, he became more and more ruthless, and he took action decisively.
In just a moment, he had already knocked away dozens of weapons, including a dragon sword engraved with the Supreme Dao Mark.
Even when Xiao Ye just moved his hands and feet, all the world seemed to be resonating with the holy patterns on his body, making these young and powerful saints tremble, as if they were out of control.
Poof!
At this moment, Xiao Ye is violent, like a bloodthirsty demon lord. His body is filled with chaotic mist, and the patterns of the holy path are trembling. His pair of fleshy palms are like the most powerful holy weapon in the world. Danfan is fleeing at the front.
Everyone will be torn apart and exploded.
Blood and bones flew up everywhere. It was a bloody scene that made people hairy and frightened. There was no way to find an enemy, and they were harvested like straw.
"Whoever carries our clan's sacred weapons will explode them all, don't keep them!" Yue Ye yelled, her mind shaking.
He thinks very highly of himself, but he has to admit that this is not a level battle at all. If this continues, no one will be able to escape.
As he spoke, a terrifying holy weapon flew out of his space ring.
This is the weapon of the Little Celestial Saint Lord. It was given by the Holy Lord of the Dayan Ancient Clan. At this moment, in order to save his life, he doesn’t care about that much.
Boom!
Yue Ye forcibly detonated this holy weapon, and the terrifying energy rolled back for nine days, which could kill any saint in an instant.
But there was nothing he could do. The strong and upright figure was slowly walking towards this side. The terrifying energy storm was completely stepped on by him, and he passed through it without any damage.
"This...how is this possible!"
Yue Ye's eyes widened, with a look of horror on her face.
Even if a Holy Master weapon cannot kill Xiao Ye, it can at least repel the opponent!
Immediately afterwards, his vision and mind were swallowed up by the boundless darkness, and he lost the breath of life.
This was simply a massacre. The corpses lying at their feet were all geniuses trained by the Dayan Ancient Clan, and they were all killed by Xiao Ye alone.
The ground was dripping with blood, the red mist was floating, and the smell of blood was very strong, like a hellish scene.
In the distance, there was only silence, and many people saw this shocking scene.
Looking at the entire Three Thousand Worlds, I am afraid that the person who used such cruel methods to attack the Dayan Ancient Clan was only a person of a thousand years of age who had such courage and courage.
The dripping blood seems to be swearing something.
The Holy Son of Taichu, Xiao Ye, did not disappear, but returned!
"Father...Father?"
Xiao Nian opened his mouth wide and was stunned. Bingya's delicate body trembled, she covered her red lips in disbelief, and two lines of tears flowed down.
"leaf!"
The Invincible Emperor, Peerless Empress, Wushuang Emperor and other true spirit lineage warriors all widened their eyes, with moisture rising in their eyes.
If it weren't for Xiao Ye, it would be difficult for them to gain a foothold in the Three Thousand Realms, let alone achieve what they have achieved now. The other party has long been the backbone of their hearts.
Now that they saw Xiao Ye again, they hesitated for a moment.
In addition to the huge psychological impact, the most important thing is that the Xiao Ye in front of him is like a supreme being that towers over all the heavens and worlds. His aura is extraordinary and otherworldly. His cold eyes are completely different from those back then. One look can penetrate the mind.
It's like a different person.
"It's me, I'm back."
"You have suffered a lot these years."
The indifference on Xiao Ye's face disappeared and was replaced by a gentle smile, and his eyes became moist as he faced the people of Zhenling's lineage.
The growth of these people made him feel both gratified and distressed.
"The sky has eyes. Not only did the Holy Son of our clan not fall, but he successfully returned to his throne!" Xuan Xiao, the Great Sage of Time, raised his head and roared, crying and laughing at the same time.
