There was silence in the human race's battlefield on the border of Dali. The foreign army's fighting spirit had completely disappeared, and their faces were full of terror.
The Dao-pressing Holy Patterns that erupted from Xiao Ye's body suppressed all the Dao in the world, making the whole world lose its luster. Only more and more alien Holy Lords fell at their feet.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The body of Xiao Ye's Holy Son became more and more terrifying. He was suppressing the world, and the brilliant holy light illuminated the world forever, causing each sacred weapon to fall down.
boom!
The blazing fluctuations were like turbulent waves crashing on the shore, like rocks piercing the sky, alarming the entire universe. This was a holy master of the dragon demon race who was going crazy, and the dragon's head was roaring towards the sky.
It has been nearly a million years since he entered the realm of the True Heavenly Holy Lord, and he has extremely high attainments at this level.
However, he was forced to fall to the realm of the Great Heavenly Realm by the Holy Pattern of Pressure. After a fierce battle with Xiao Ye, his body was blown up seven or eight times, and his origin was seriously lost. Even though the realm was only suppressed for a short time, it was already declining, and all his magical powers were gone.
It is sad that it has lost its usefulness.
Poof!
The holy master of the dragon demon race launched an attack, but was eventually suppressed ruthlessly by Xiao Ye. His broken body could no longer be reshaped, and he fell powerlessly at the opponent's feet.
Unprecedented fear swept through the bodies of all the remaining alien saints, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.
That human man was like a god and demon, almost standing in an invincible field. He had such an aura that one man could stop ten thousand people from getting around him. The city wall on the border of Dali had almost become a desperate situation. If they stepped forward, they would be blocked.
"If you dare to attack our human race, you will have to pay the price. Everyone, let's kill the enemy with the Holy Son of Taichu!"
Holy Lord Zhantian's eyes were blazing, and he activated the Holy Path of Artifact Soul to rush forward.
The other human saints also reacted and rushed to help in excitement.
There are many such top experts in the human race, but most of them belong to the ancient clan forces. It is almost impossible for them to fight for the human race.
Now Xiao Ye's strength, like a cardiotonic drug, made their blood boil with excitement.
Xiao Ye's pressure-pressing holy pattern can be controlled at will, and naturally it will not affect these human saints. The loss of these alien saints is even more severe. Even Zhantian Holy Lord can easily kill the alien saints.
Lord.
"This boy has the ability to weaken our realm. It would be a big loss to fight with him!"
"Made, let's go. If the fight continues, we'll have to stay here."
…
Each and every foreign Holy Lord retreated in fear and never dared to step forward again.
"Are you sure you have finally retreated?" Xiao Ye's figure also paused and did not launch a pursuit, with an excited smile on his face.
It is worthy of being the Taoist body of Taichu in the legend of the ancient tribe. The holy pattern of pressing Tao combined with the body of this holy son makes it not only completely invincible to the level of the Holy Lord, but it is also extremely terrifying.
The most important thing is that this time he defeated so many hostile foreign holy lords, and the contribution value he gained must be exaggerated.
"There are still a lot of Holy Lord weapons!" Xiao Ye waved his hand, and the fallen Holy Lord weapons were picked up in the air and put into the space ring.
At the same time, there were many space rings belonging to alien saints that were also put away by Xiao Ye.
With the status of these Holy Lords, their net worth must be extremely rich.
"The Holy Son of the Beginning can completely stand on an equal footing with the true heavenly Holy Lords of the older generation of humans."
A man wearing armor, who looked like the reincarnation of a red dragon, glanced at Xiao Ye with a rather complicated look.
He is the Holy Lord of the Red Dragon, and he is also a powerful genius among the human race. He has made many achievements in the Dali border and once challenged Xiao Ye.
But now he is also impressed by Xiao Ye.
This battle may have completely established Xiao Ye's status in the human race.
"it's over."
Under the eyes full of awe, Xiao Ye flashed and rushed towards the city wall on the border of Dali.
Holy Lord Haozun was covered in tatters, with holy blood flowing across his body. His breath was weak and he was lying in the ruins. His essence had been exhausted and he could not stand up.
As for the other eleven true heavenly saints, they have already retreated far away, and they no longer dare to hunt Xiao Bai.
At this moment, Xiaobai transformed into a young man in white, his eyes were red, and he ran towards the two strange beasts with mutated bloodline, bursting into tears, and reunited with his parents.
"noob!"
Xiao Ye flew towards this side and was also happy for Xiao Bai.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Xiao Ye trembled, and a strong sense of crisis emerged, making the hairs all over his body stand up.
Because the entire Dali border fell into a deathly silence.
This kind of dead silence is not that there is no sound, but that the world seems to have solidified. Looking at it, everyone maintains the posture of the previous moment, as if they have become sculptures.
Even Xiaobai is like this, only he acts as usual.
"What...what's going on?"
Xiao Ye's hair stood on end as his holy consciousness and perception were released at the same time, but he did not feel any breath of the holy way at all.
"I'm very happy that you have grown to this point."
When the world was dying, a calm voice sounded, and a figure appeared at the end of the world.
His whole body was filled with the aura of vicissitudes of time, and his facial features were hazy, as if the water was rippling.
He walked leisurely in a tragic border, but with every step he took, there would be traces. He walked towards Xiao Ye without any smell of fireworks, and stared at Xiao Ye with his unwavering eyes.
"It's you!"
Seeing the visitor, Xiao Ye's pupils shrank, his soul began to throb, and a kind of hostility from deep within his body quietly broke out.
Jun Gen!
There is no need to doubt, Xiao Ye is absolutely certain that the person in front of him is definitely the first generation saint son of the Dayan Ancient Clan - Jun Gen!
In fact, he heard about the other party decades ago and has been on guard. Has the other party finally appeared now?
Jun Gen is here!
This is definitely an unfathomable enemy.
Wow!
The visitor walked forward step by step and arrived in front of Xiao Ye. The solidified space on the border of Dali became turbulent, and all the powerful saints returned to normal.
They didn't seem to know what was going on. They were still immersed in the joy after the war, and didn't even notice that there was one more person on the border.
Swish, swish, swish!
The space trembled, and eleven figures teleported and appeared. It was the person in charge of the human temple, and they all looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Jun Gen, now our human race is suffering from the invasion of foreign wars, you'd better not mess around." Di Wuchen shouted loudly and said.
"You guys in charge have arrived at the border early tomorrow, but you haven't shown up yet. Are you just afraid that I'll mess around?"
"It's a pity that you alone can't stop me."
The visitor's voice was as calm as ever, and no emotion could be heard.
"I am very interested in the Holy Son of the First, but I don't know if the holy patterns on his body are effective for me."
The next moment, the visitor's eyes suddenly looked towards Xiao Ye, and his words made the space shake.