The vast immortal mausoleum is shaking, and terrifying figures, like gods from ancient times, appear like this. Each one has a supreme vision to clear the way. They have different styles, but they can all attack the nine-day war god. Next
Fight against the Nine Nether Demon King and stand out from the crowd.
They have gathered too much glory and halo, witnessed too many reincarnations of the three thousand worlds, and have their footprints in many glorious years.
Even though they rarely appear in later eras, there are still legends about them in the Three Thousand Worlds, and their names alone have the power to make people's blood boil.
No matter what kind of human genius is born, they cannot surpass their status.
These are the first generation saint sons of the ancient human race forces!
The wheel of time has rolled to this life, and no one can guess how strong they are.
The terrifying coercion is permeating the air. Even though we are millions of miles apart, we can feel the overwhelming pressure permeating the air, making people terrified.
"One, two, three, four, five, my God, are these the first-generation saint sons of the ancient clan forces?"
"There are currently eight major ancient clans in our human race. Together with Ao Chunqiu, the first-generation saint son of the Double-pupil ancient clan, there are already six first-generation saint sons gathered together."
"Is the Immortal Tomb really going to become a hunting ground for the first-generation Holy Son?"
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At this moment, the powerful human beings in the Immortal Tomb were all exclaiming.
These are figures at the level of the first-generation Holy Son. Each one is a ninth-level member of the temple. Both status and strength have reached the ultimate level. Normally it is difficult to see even one of them, but now there are six of them gathered together.
"The Holy Lord of the Stone Spirit Race? Let me kill a few of them first."
A thin man in colorful clothes raised his index finger and pointed directly.
boom!
This simple finger turned into a black hole with a radius of about three feet. It swallowed everything, tolerated everything, and was extremely domineering. It was like a black sun passing across the sky. With just one impact, there were three statues.
The Holy Lord of the Stone Spirit race was swallowed up and turned into nothingness, leaving no trace behind and completely disappearing between heaven and earth.
"Is it the Tunkun Holy Method of the Tunkun Ancient Clan?"
"I, the Jiuxiao Holy Dharma of the Jiuxiao Ancient Clan, want to compete with you."
Before anyone could recover, a seemingly young man came over. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were like lightning, and his hands drew a path in the sky. Suddenly, the sound of landslides and tsunamis erupted.
As a result, the entire space, including everything in the world, created a wonderful resonance.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The resonance lasted for several times. When it disappeared, three of the holy masters of the Stone Spirit race were seen with broken bodies. Even the stone souls were shattered and turned into powder and dispersed between the heaven and the earth.
"Haha, it seems that both of you have made great progress over the years, so let me give it a try!" A figure laughed domineeringly, with soul-shaking fluctuations.
The empty tomb exploded, and three Holy Lords of Stone Spirits flew out with them.
Boom!
Before the three Stone Spirit Holy Masters could stabilize their bodies, a foot stepped from far in the air, as if the whole world was pressed down, unable to defend themselves, and they were crushed to pieces by the tyranny.
Immediately afterwards, two more first-generation saint sons took action, with endless brilliance cutting through the eternal sky, so brave and invincible that the universe in all directions trembled.
Even though the Holy Lords of the Stone Spirit were terrifyingly powerful and controlled many offensive holy methods, they were completely useless when encountering the first-generation Holy Son of the human race. They were defeated before they even had time to take action.
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"This...this is too strong!"
"Oh my god, what level have these first-generation saints reached?"
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The entire Immortal Tomb was shrouded in a breath of deathly silence. All the powerful men of all races who paid attention to this scene had their hairs standing on end and were almost suffocated.
These six first-generation saints actually came to martial arts to compete with each other by killing these fifteen stone spirit saints!
You must know that this is a true heavenly Holy Lord. He has the talent of the Stone Spirit race and is invincible in his realm. However, in front of the first-generation Holy Son, he has no power to fight back and was swept away in a devastating manner.
A first-generation Holy Son can take away the lives of several Stone Spirit Holy Masters with just one attack.
fear!
Shocking!
These two extreme emotions flooded everyone's hearts in turn, leaving them speechless.
"It's really strong."
"Are these first-generation saint sons at the peak of the holy level?"
Xiao Ye, who was watching the battle from a distance, his eyes became more solemn.
In the years of training, there are almost no flaws in these first-generation saint sons, and both their strength and realm have reached an extreme level.
However, in just a few dozen breaths, only the last one of the fifteen Stone Spirit Holy Lords was left. His tall and muscular body was trembling, and he kept stumbling back. His eyes were full of fear, and there was no indication that he was an unparalleled powerhouse.
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"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I still need you to return to the Stone Spirit Race and summon some capable opponents."
"Of course, if your Stone Spirit race chooses to give in, then your people in the Immortal Tomb will be in danger."
None of the six first-generation saints took action again, and each stood on his side with indifferent expressions. Ao Chunqiu stood up and made way for the exit of the tomb.
"You... you..."
As soon as these words came out, the Holy Lord Stone Spirit's eyes suddenly widened and he was inexplicably shocked.
The six first-generation saint sons of the human race let him go because they wanted him to go back and report the news?
Whoosh!
The Holy Master of the Stone Spirit did not dare to hesitate at all, and his body suddenly rose up and turned into a stream of light and rushed out instantly.
"Okay, we, the six ancient saint sons, can start hunting. We can't let Ao Chunqiu's good intentions go to waste."
A very young man chuckled. He was the first generation saint son of the Jiuxiao Ancient Clan. He once overthrew a middle-class race and his record was extremely brilliant.
As soon as these words came out, several other first-generation saints sneered.
The so-called Immortal Tomb is indeed just a hunting ground for them.
"Haha, everyone, you don't know, there is still the seventh holy son of the ancient tribe in the Immortal Tomb!" At this moment, Ao Chunqiu suddenly smiled lightly, making everyone quiet down.
The seventh holy son of the ancient tribe?
Could it be that one of the other two saint sons from the ancient tribe is here?
"You may have forgotten the beginning of our human race."
"Now Taichu has been reshaped, and the Holy Son of Taichu is also in the Immortal Tomb."
Ao Chunqiu continued, with holy light surging in his pupils, looking in the direction of Xiao Ye.
"Haha, an ancient tribe that has been destroyed, how can we talk about the Holy Son?"
"The strength is pretty good, but it's far from enough to be on par with us. It's too far behind."
"I don't understand why Jun Gen hasn't taken action yet and hasn't come to Xianling yet."
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The five first-generation saints followed Ao Chunqiu's line of sight, and all of them had different eyes, but all of them were cold and indifferent.
"No, I'm afraid you still don't know how terrifying the Holy Son of the Beginning is."
"In addition to subduing three strange beasts with mutated bloodlines, he also has two descendants of leader Qinghao who are related to him and are in his holy world."
Ao Chunqiu's eyes seemed to be able to see through illusions, and the words he spoke made the five first-generation saints freeze in their eyes.
