The Great Nandou Realm has long been devastated by the war between the human race and the Yemei race, and the universe in the central area is even more shattered. Three thousand primary holy paths cannot be repaired, and vast areas of space-time turbulence are surging.
Moving.
It is difficult for the Holy Lord to save his life if he rushes into it, and even beings at the level of the Holy Lord will be affected if they fall into it.
But at this moment, there are two majestic figures whose true faces cannot be seen, confronting each other.
Boom!
These two majestic figures are not from the human race, but they are both standing at the top of the Three Thousand Worlds. They have unparalleled power and are swept out with the dazzling holy light. They are constantly colliding, which makes the people in the central area even more powerful.
Time, space, and chaos all collapsed one after another, as if the world was being created.
Moreover, there is a supreme holy voice echoing, as if gods and Buddhas all over the sky are reciting the Bible, vast and sacred, reverberating between these two top powerful men.
At this moment, the fluctuations and blazing holy light between the two top powerhouses disappeared, and Holy Emperor Tiancan and Holy Lord Fusang emerged.
"Hmph, Holy Emperor Tiancan, you have come here with the Holy Son Taichu to provoke you again and again. Do you really think I am afraid of you?"
"If I try my best, even if you can defeat me, you won't be much better."
"Besides, the Holy Son of the First will not stand idly by when he provokes enemies among the human race." Holy Lord Fusang glanced into the distance and said with meaning.
"Haha." However, the Holy Emperor Tiancan only smiled slightly and did not defend himself, appearing very enigmatic.
"What on earth are the Holy Son Taichu and Holy Emperor Tiancan doing?" Holy Master Fusang frowned slightly when he saw this.
In the past six months, Xiao Ye, under the protection of the Holy Emperor Tiancan, came to the camp of the Yemei race again and again without revealing his intention. However, it was not for peace talks as widely rumored, but more like provocation.
Moreover, every time he made a move in anger, he would be blocked by the Holy Emperor of Heavenly Silkworms. Before the winner could be determined, the Holy Emperor of Heavenly Silkworms escorted the Holy Son of Taichu to retreat.
This made Holy Master Fusang himself confused, unable to guess what kind of medicine the Holy Son of the First Emperor was selling in his gourd.
"Hmph, this is a war between our human race and the Yemei race. Holy Emperor Tiancan, you, a foreign Holy Lord, intervene like this, it seems a bit overbearing."
"Holy Master Fusang, the Holy Son of Taichu is the enemy who killed your disciple. It just so happens that Holy Son of Taichu is good and our Dayan Ancient Clan also has a blood feud. For example, if we cooperate, you are responsible for blocking Holy Emperor Tiancan, and we will kill Holy Son of Taichu.
,how?"
…
Under the gaze of Holy Lord Fusang, eight holy Lords who looked like demons, all with snow-haired heads, teleported. The leader, the blue-robed old man, Holy Lord Split Sound, spoke loudly.
At the same time, his stern gaze looked towards Xiao Ye, who was watching the battle in the distance.
There is no doubt that it is the eight holy masters of the Dayan Ancient Clan who have arrived.
"The Holy Lord of the Dayan Ancient Clan? He indeed has the ability to kill the Holy Son of the First."
"If this is really the case, I can cooperate with you." Holy Lord Fusang had already noticed the arrival of these eight Holy Lords and said expressionlessly.
He had long been holding back his anger towards Xiao Ye.
With the arrival of the Holy Emperor Tiancan, the war between the two races was stopped. The leader of the Yemei race, the Holy Lord, handed over the command to the Holy Lord Fusang and left the battlefield to preside over the war with other races.
As for the other holy masters of the Yemei race on the battlefield, it was a little difficult to kill Xiao Ye at first.
Therefore, at this moment, the arrival of the eight holy masters of the Dayan Ancient Clan is like falling asleep and hitting the pillow, asking for nothing.
Wow!
I saw Holy Master Fusang waving his palm, and the starry sky in the distance suddenly began to shake. I saw nine Holy Masters coming out of the Yemei race camp, leading an army across the front, and directly stopped them.
The four principals of the temple came from the Yangu tribe.
"Holy Lord Split Sound, don't go too far. How dare you cooperate with a foreign race and murder my human genius?"
"You, the Dayan Ancient Clan, will definitely be sanctioned by the Human Race Temple!"
…
Holy Lord Xingxu and Holy Lord Nixia shouted angrily one after another.
It would not be too difficult for them to fight their way out of the Yemei race army, but it would take time.
During this period of time, Xiao Ye may have died.
You must know that the Dayan Ancient Clan's Holy Lord Split Sound is very terrifying, probably no different from Di Wuchen. In addition, there are seven other Holy Lords assisting him. Without the protection of the Holy Emperor Tiancan, Xiao Ye will definitely be doomed.
"Ha ha."
"This son has captured the Holy Lord of Huadu, our clan, and regards our clan as nothing. No matter what kind of human genius he is, he will be killed!"
The blue-robed old man, the Holy Master of Split Sound, sneered and ignored the threat from the temple leader.
"Okay, let's get started. I will hold back the Holy Emperor of Heavenly Silkworm, and I hope you won't let me down." Holy Lord Fusang said coldly, looking at the Holy Emperor of Heavenly Silkworm. At the same time, the aura of the Holy Path of Death was surging crazily.
However, the Tiancan Holy Emperor had a smile on his face from beginning to end, as if he was not worried about the situation in front of him.
"Holy Lord Fuso!"
"Are you curious as to why I come here to look for you again and again without clarifying my purpose?"
At this moment, a calm voice suddenly sounded, breaking the tense atmosphere in the field.
"Um?"
Upon hearing this, Holy Master Fusang's eyes flashed, he stopped, and looked into the distance.
I saw Xiao Ye, who had been silent all this time, walking over.
"That's because I was leading the murderer of your disciple Mei Qing'ao to appear, and now he's here."
Xiao Ye looked with deep eyes at the blue-robed old man, Holy Master of Split Sound: "This Holy Master of Split Sound of the Dayan Ancient Clan is one of the participants."
Whoosh!
As soon as these words came out, time in this world seemed to have stopped flowing, and there was silence.
The face of Holy Lord Cracking Sound changed even more wildly: "That's nonsense, Holy Son of the Supreme Beginning, don't you dare spit on others!"
"Haha, you are spitting blood?"
"You, the Dayan Ancient Clan, launched an ambush when Mei Qing'ao left the human race and made arrangements. You just wanted to put the blame on me and let me die in the hands of Holy Lord Fusang without a fight."
"And you led the Seven Holy Lords here this time, are you afraid that I will discover the truth?"
Xiao Ye said with a half-smile.
Under the protection of the Holy Emperor Tiancan, he went deep into the Yemei race camp several times just to arouse the Dayan Ancient Clan's vigilance and lure him into a trap.
Obviously, he succeeded.
After Xiao Ye finished speaking, he waved his hand.
Wow!
I saw a gap opening in the void, and an embarrassed figure fell out of it. It was the Holy Lord of Huadu.
Different from before, the current Holy Lord of Huadu is covered in blood, and his body is wrapped in chains of holy light. His hair is disheveled, and he is no different from a prisoner.
"Lord Cracking Sound, save me!"
When the Holy Master of Huadu saw the old man in blue robe, he immediately grabbed a life-saving straw like a drowning man and yelled crazily.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a cold voice: "Dayan Ancient Clan, you will suffer the consequences today!"
"Soul Seal!"
I saw Xiao Ye forming seals with his hands, and the soul power of three colors swept out, like a vast river, rushing directly towards the brow of the Holy Lord of Huadu.
