Accompanied by the war cauldron bursting out with crimson glow, it bombarded with unparalleled power. It was earth-shattering and despairingly powerful. Pang Bao's Tai Chi Diagram, which was supported by two intermediate holy paths, was shaking, shattering, and completely collapsed.
It turned into two symbols of the holy way with completely opposite attributes and disappeared.
Poof!
At the same time, Pang Tao's eyes widened, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His whole body was sluggish, and then he flew out. Even his body could not withstand the violent impact, and a bloody light bloomed.
"The young master of Buzhou Mountain, Pang Tao, has been defeated!"
"This... this is too scary!"
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At this moment, the Dali border fell into a deathly silence, and the experts from all walks of life were stunned, with incredible looks on their faces.
Although Pang Tao is only a middle-level holy master, he possesses the two intermediate holy paths of pure yin and pure yang, and is not even a match for ordinary true heavenly holy masters.
A duel with the Supreme Son of Heaven should be a battle between a dragon and a tiger.
But in the end, the Holy Son of the Beginning easily defeated him without even using the rumored Holy Path of Time.
This is simply a crushing victory!
"Even if this son doesn't have the body of a saint, I'm afraid he's still very defiant." Many people looked at Xiao Ye with a hint of solemnity in their eyes.
Obviously, Xiao Ye got rid of the body of the Holy Son and at the same time refined the Nine Meridians Holy Technique to an extremely astonishing level.
"The power of the Nine Transformations of the War Saint is really terrifying." Xiao Ye was quite excited.
In fact, from the beginning to the end, he never regarded Pang Tao as his opponent. If he was serious, he would be able to overwhelm the opponent with the body of the Holy Son alone.
The reason for defeating the opponent forcefully is to achieve a shock effect.
"Is there anyone else who would like to ask me for advice?"
"Don't worry, we are all from the human race, I will definitely not be too harsh." All the glow disappeared, revealing Xiao Ye's strong figure. He stood in the sky, looked around, and said lightly.
As his words came, the Holy Lords of the human race who stood on the meteorites fell silent.
"Let's go."
Seeing this, Xiao Ye withdrew his gaze and walked forward.
He had just arrived at the border of Dali, so naturally he had to get acquainted with it and find a place to stay.
Wow!
As Xiao Ye moved forward, the powerful Holy Master from Buzhou Mountain in front of him, as well as other masters from all walks of life, couldn't help but separate and did not dare to block the way.
"Haha, I'm honest now."
Holy Lord Zhan Tian and Xuan Xiao also followed.
As for the 300,000 holy-level troops, they all followed with excited expressions.
During the forty years on the road, their gratitude to Xiao Ye had long been integrated into their bones, and they all spontaneously supported Xiao Ye.
"Damn, he is so strong!"
Looking at Xiao Ye's back, Pang Tao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked pale.
He is arrogant and arrogant. Among the many human saints, Xiao Ye's contribution value is higher than him, which makes him very dissatisfied. In addition, the practices of the human saints have aroused his resentment, so he is quite hostile to Xiao Ye.
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But this battle hit him hard, and he deeply realized the gap between him and Xiao Ye.
With the end of this battle, the border of Dali returned to normal order. The human saints who arrived here lurked with their own thoughts, waiting for the war ten years later.
The border of Dali is very vast. It is at the junction of several large realms controlled by the human race. In fact, the space is very stable.
But because there have been too many wars throughout the ages, the border of Dali is in a state of ruin, with traces of battles everywhere. At the same time, because too many strong human beings have fallen, many secret realms in the starry sky have been formed, most of which are holy-level.
However, these holy starry sky secret realms are of little use to the powerful saint masters, so no one pays too much attention to them.
Looking around, in addition to the vast ruins of stars, you can also see the mottled and ancient border city walls, like countless giants standing side by side, spreading out in the universe, filled with the atmosphere of vicissitudes and time.
Xiao Ye climbed onto the border city wall, and vaguely seemed to hear the sound of fighting echoing through the ages, echoing in his ears.
"I don't know how many powerful people have been buried on the border of Dali." Xiao Ye stared at the ancient city wall with a look of emotion on his face.
This city wall looks ordinary, but the materials used to build it are all rare and very hard. It is a defensive fortification and protects the stability of the human race.
"Ten years to go."
"I feel that the day when the second sacred mark of Taichu Dao Body is activated is getting closer and closer." Xiao Ye thought to himself.
In the past forty years, he has continued to practice hard. In addition to mastering the Nine Meridians Sacred Law and reaching a new level, the potential of the Holy Son's body has also been continuously explored.
Once a war breaks out on the Dali border ten years from now, the scale will be absolutely unprecedented, and strong men from other races will appear on the scene. There is no doubt about the importance of strength.
"And Jun Gen!"
A cold light flashed in Xiao Ye's eyes.
Over the years, apart from the fact that Holy Lord Fusang was almost killed and fled back to the Yemei clan in embarrassment, he had never heard any news about Jun Gen.
But this does not mean that the other party is really silent. No one knows when the other party will appear, so naturally he does not dare to be careless.
At this moment, Xiao Ye left the border city wall.
Now, more than thirty Holy Lords have gathered on the border of Dali. There are no fewer than five True Heavenly Holy Lords. They come from the major forces of the human race, and there are also some forces comparable to Buzhou Mountain. They can be said to be the heroes of the group.
Gather.
I believe that in the next ten years, other holy masters mobilized by the temple will also arrive.
Xiao Ye's strength has obviously won the recognition of these forces, but no one comes to cause trouble anymore. They all live in peace, and there is not much intersection.
Xiao Ye, the three great saints, led an army of 300,000 saints and settled down in the border. While meditating, they were waiting for the war to start ten years later.
Years passed by in a blink of an eye, and soon the atmosphere on the border of Dali became extremely heated.
Because after Xiao Ye, Holy Lords led armies to come across the sky, there were geniuses who had risen strongly in the cycle of eras, and there were also the older generation of human beings who had been famous for a long time.
In fact, there is also a true heavenly holy master from the Tunkun Ancient Clan who has arrived.
"It's really strange."
"With the way the ancient tribe behaves, would they be so enthusiastic about the Dali border?" Holy Lord Zhantian frowned.
He has always hated evil and had a good understanding of these ancient clan forces.
These holy masters of the ancient tribe are all unprofitable guys. The so-called righteousness of the human race is a joke in front of these guys.
According to rumors, the Holy Lords mobilized by the Human Race Temple to the border of Dali do not include the ancient clan forces, and they have other tasks. Why did these ancient clan Holy Lords arrive?
Boom! Boom!
At this moment, two terrifying beast roars shattered the sky, like a vast ocean of surging blood, sweeping in from far to near.
In the universe, one looks like a leopard, the other looks like a tiger, and the alien beasts are hundreds of feet tall and are rushing towards them. There is a figure standing on their back, and their aura is as fierce as the sea and boiling as the tide.
"Even the Holy Lord Haozun from the ancient alien tribe is here!"
Holy Lord Zhan Tian shrank his pupils and looked at the unusually tall middle-aged man wearing a snow-white animal robe.
