Feeling the aura of the Holy Path of Death dissipate from Mei Qing'ao's body, Xiao Ye frowned slightly as if he was giving up.
He had to admit that Mei Qing'ao's strength was too terrifying. Even if he succeeded in breaking through, it would be difficult to defeat him whether it was the nine-vein holy method or the surge in strength of the Holy Son's body.
"hehe."
"Tigers and leopards are hidden deep in the mountains, and unicorns are buried in the fields. I thought that the genius of the human race, the first generation of the Holy Son of the ancient clan, was pretty good. I never thought that a figure like the Holy Son of Taichu could appear. It is even more amazing than the rumors."
"With your current strength, I can indeed kill you, but I will have to pay a very heavy price. Why should I fight to the death?"
"Besides, the ten-stroke agreement has passed and I haven't killed you yet. I don't have the face to continue taking action."
Mei Qing'ao raised his head and laughed, and with a wave of his hand, he even put away the ancient scroll that sealed the Taixu Realm.
"this……"
Under the starry sky, all the saint-level warriors of the race were stunned and a little unable to react.
The Yemei race is already at odds with the human race.
Mei Qing Ao came clearly with murderous intent, but he chose to stop at this moment just because he had to pay a heavy price to kill Xiao Ye? Such a reason is very unreasonable.
Xiao Ye's eyes flickered and he was also staring at Mei Qing'ao.
"Holy Son of the First, you and I belong to different racial camps, but in fact we are all the same kind of people, and we will all reach the level of 'god level' in the future."
"Looking at all the races in the three thousand worlds, how many people can compare with us?"
Mei Qing'ao said proudly, and then took a deep look at Xiao Ye, "It would be very boring if I lost an opponent like you to compete with me on the way to the top."
"Boring?"
Xiao Ye was shocked when he heard this.
He could understand Mei Qing'ao's state of mind.
The road to pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts is destined to be full of loneliness. In the end, those walking beside you are not your relatives and lovers, but your opponents, whether they are friends or enemies. This is a fact.
"Then how will you explain to your master after you go back?" Xiao Ye smiled half-heartedly.
In the final analysis, there was no blood feud between him and Mei Qing'ao, it was just because of different racial camps. He wouldn't mind if they stopped.
"Although Fan Yi is my junior brother, my master is too doting on him, so it is difficult for him to achieve anything great in this life. If he dies, he will die. I am not sad."
"And I have killed nearly ten thousand human saint-level warriors, and I can barely revive my master."
"After all, your strength has greatly increased. If I want to kill you, it will indeed be a bit troublesome." Mei Qing'ao said indifferently.
"this……"
Xiao Ye smiled bitterly when he heard this.
At this moment, he actually admired Mei Qingao.
This is definitely a strong man who can give up everything without hesitation in pursuit of the most powerful state.
This kind of person is very scary.
"Is this battle over?"
The human race's saint-level experts were all shocked. Many of them had red eyes and raised their heads and roared.
Who would choose to die if they could survive?
All living beings in the three thousand worlds, those who can become powerful saints, value their own lives extremely.
Afterwards, these people all cast grateful glances at Xiao Ye.
If Xiao Ye's strength hadn't attracted Mei Qing'ao's attention, none of them would have survived after this battle.
"Holy Son of Taichu, I hope to see you on the road to the 'god level' soon." Mei Qing'ao took a deep look at Xiao Ye and quickly left in the air.
The end of this battle does not mean that he can become a friend of the human race. After all, he has also killed many powerful human race saints. This is a blood feud, and it is destined to be difficult to reconcile.
"The road to reach the divine level?"
Xiao Ye narrowed his eyes and watched Mei Qing'ao leave.
The ancient clans of Taichu worked together to create the Holy Son of Taichu, which may also have something to do with the ‘god level’.
That is definitely a road full of blood. Throughout the ages, countless corpses have been buried in the Three Thousand Worlds.
"Son!"
"The Holy Son of the Beginning!"
At this moment, Xuan Xiao and Holy Lord Zhantian both came forward, feeling like they were surviving a disaster.
This crisis was so terrible that they were almost wiped out.
"I have just broken through to the level of the Holy Lord in the Middle Heaven, and I still need to realize it."
"Furthermore, the Holy Path of Nine Meridians has also ascended the eighth ladder, and my understanding of the Holy Path of Time can be further deepened."
Xiao Ye secretly thought, find a place to retreat.
A few hours later, due to the arrival of a white-browed man, the Taixu world began to boil again.
One of the leaders of the Human Race Temple, Di Wuchen is here!
After learning that the legendary Holy Lord of the Yemei race had sent Mei Qing'ao to secretly infiltrate the human race, he immediately set out to come. However, he encountered some twists and turns on the way and arrived a step late.
But when he saw the situation in Taixu Realm, he was shocked.
He knew very well how terrifying Mei Qing'ao was, but he was naturally surprised that these powerful saints could survive.
Finally, when he learned about Xiao Ye's breakthrough, he was horrified again.
When the Great Realm of Taixu ushered in Di Wuchen, Mei Qingao was also crossing the territory of the human race, heading towards the Yemei race.
Although the human race is a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, but with its strength, as long as it does not actively cause trouble, there is almost no danger.
So along the way, he was quite relaxed, treating it as an experience, and passed through many battlefields shrouded in flames of war.
"The Holy Son of the Beginning is indeed terrifying. When he breaks through to the Great Heavenly Level, it will be difficult for me to compete with him."
"But this pressure also forces me to practice even more crazily!"
In the vast starry sky, the charming Qing Ao is rushing on his way, his eyes blazing.
The road to martial arts is vast and boundless, and above the saints, there are also ethereal ‘gods’.
Even if you are a super genius, you must learn to create pressure for yourself and constantly push your limits, only then can you possibly touch those fields.
"Huh? No!"
At this moment, Mei Qingao suddenly stopped, his eyes sharpened, and he looked around keenly.
This starry sky was originally a battlefield where humans fought against alien races, but at this moment it was surprisingly quiet, without any disturbance.
"Mei Qing'ao? It's in vain that you became the first disciple of Holy Lord Fusang, but in the end you couldn't even kill the Holy Son of Taichu. It's really a waste of our expectations for you."
"Holy Lord Fusang is so arrogant that he has only accepted two disciples in his life. Fan Yi has already fallen. If you fall after the battle with Holy Son Taichu, Holy Lord Fusang will probably be very sad and think a lot about you."
…
At this moment, a god-like aura burst out, causing chaos in the sky and earth, and the mighty universe, sweeping across hundreds of millions of miles.
"What!"
Mei Qing'ao's expression changed drastically.
He felt the pressure of several true heavenly saints!
Obviously, someone did not want him to leave the human race safely and started to intercept and kill him.
"Mei Qing'ao, you are indeed very strong, but you should give up resistance. Now that we have taken action, we will not let you survive."
Another deep voice sounded, and a terrifying sacred weapon was sacrificed, causing the space within a million kilometers to tremble.