Among the three thousand great saint-level warriors, which one does not carry many holy laws and scriptures?
A profound holy law may require a holy master to spend hundreds of thousands or even millions of years studying and understanding it before it can reach perfection.
And to cultivate all the holy laws of oneself to this point, and to be perfect and unified, that is the natural way of Taoism.
This is an incredible field.
At that time, every gesture will be the Tao and the Dharma, and you will have invincible capital in the same realm.
But it is too difficult to reach this level. Even those geniuses with incredible qualifications need a lot of time to study, measured in epochs.
Looking at the human race, I am afraid that only the patriarchs of the ancient clans and the first-generation saint sons in front of them have done it.
And Xiao Ye, who possesses the Nine Meridians Holy Law, actually entered this field in such a short period of time?
"Oh my god, to be able to stand in the natural realm of Taoism, at least it requires a true heavenly Holy Lord, and only the Supreme Holy Son has a great heavenly position."
"Looking at the history of our human race, I'm afraid we can't find a mid-heaven Holy Lord who is stronger than the Holy Son of the Beginning."
"The outcome of this battle is really hard to predict."
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Many people were inexplicably shocked, and their hearts were turned upside down.
Xiao Ye is like a bottomless pit. Whenever they think they are going to be in despair, Xiao Ye will show a shocking trump card.
Long Bo drove the golden sword across the sky, integrating the power of heaven and earth. It was tens of thousands long, spanning the sky, and the sword light he swallowed was cold and fierce, and was being resisted by Xiao Ye.
"The Palm of Ten Thousand Calamities!"
Xiao Ye shouted loudly, flipped his hand and smacked it, as if he had received all the punishment from the heavens in the world, turning it into a huge palm print, full of violent aura, like a god of anger, wanting to destroy everything.
This is the holy method of the Ten Thousand Calamities lineage among the nine lines of Taichu. It uses the calamity of heaven and earth as a weapon to attack. The power is so terrifying that it makes the golden sword clang and cannot be cut down.
"Shura Holy Fist!"
The aura on Xiao Ye's body changed again, making the entire Immortal Mausoleum seem to have turned into a boundless hell. The nine deserts were extinguished, and corpses were lying thousands of miles away. His fists burst into blood and swept across the nine heavens and ten earth, like a frenzy, constantly shaking the golden sword.
"Only respect the holy law!"
"The Immortal Bible!"
"I control reincarnation!"
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Xiao Ye's black hair was flying, and the war became more and more fierce. Nine veins of holy law poured out, like nine torrents surging. Wherever the thought came, the holy law burst out, perfect, like a whole, and like a dragon roaring.
, I am the only one, the nine-meridian holy law surged together, so much so that the power of heaven and earth integrated into the golden sword began to dissipate, and then the whole thing collapsed.
"As the first generation saint son of the Yiren Ancient Clan, if you have any other methods, let's use them together!" Xiao Ye shouted, his eyes blazing, and he shouted.
After being in seclusion in the Tower of Time for tens of thousands of years, with Xiao Ye's current soul quality, he has already reached the extreme level of tempering the Nine Meridians Holy Dao, and finally entered the natural realm of Taoism.
You must know that in the Dayan clan back then, Jun Gen was able to exert terrifying strength with just a soul mark. This was because he was in the realm of Taoism and nature.
And now, he has also reached such a height!
"This Holy Son underestimates you!"
Long Bo's eyes flashed coldly, and his heart was shaken.
He exudes a terrifying aura that overwhelms the nine heavens, like a galaxy rotating, filled with the most terrifying fluctuations of holy energy, far surpassing the true heavenly holy master, filling the vast immortal tomb with a sense of depression, and once again moves towards Xiao
Ye attacks.
"war!"
Xiao Ye was not afraid, the sound waves vibrated in all directions, and his domineering power was boundless, like the invincible God of War, the Nine Meridians Holy Law and the vast power of the Holy Lord all exploded for it.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The place where Xiao Ye and Long Bo fought fiercely was already submerged by the vast holy light. The two collided hundreds of times in a dozen breaths. The surrounding space collapsed, and all defenses were reduced to nothingness. Chaos and violence, a mess, escaped.
The shock wave is gradually destroying Xianling.
"Evenly divided?"
The Holy Lords of all major races were forced to retreat to the edge of the Immortal Tomb. Their faces were pale and they could not clearly see the battle situation and could only make rough guesses.
Do the two people in the duel have the strength to sweep through the level of ‘Saint’?
The most astonishing thing is the Holy Son of Taichu.
He is obviously a low-level person, but he has such a performance. He can be on par with Long Bo. He is simply too evil. How can other first-generation saints feel at ease?
At this thought, many eyes turned towards the first-generation Holy Son of the human race who was standing deep in the Immortal Mausoleum and was not affected by the fierce battle at all.
"Haha, evenly matched?"
"You ignorant people, do you really think that we, the first generation of saints, can compete so easily?"
Ao Chunqiu's eyes were flashing, he saw through the illusion, his sneer echoed throughout the world, and everyone who heard it was moved.
The next moment, as if confirming Ao Chunqiu’s words——
Boom!
On the fierce battlefield deep in the Immortal Tomb, a sound of thunder suddenly erupted, and the breath of dragon fighting seemed to have broken the shackles, and the madness surged, making all the worlds and heavens tremble.
Immediately afterwards, the holy light in the sky seemed to be torn apart, and along with a blinding blood, it rose into the sky, and an embarrassed figure then retreated away.
That was Xiao Ye. He was obviously injured. I don't know how many sacred bones were destroyed. A hole was opened in his chest. It healed slowly, and red holy blood kept pouring out.
On the other hand, Long Bo's aura became more and more terrifying. He represented the world and possessed the will of heaven and earth. He was separated by endless void and could almost suffocate the Holy Lord of the True Heaven.
"You are indeed very strong, but you are still not good enough. The gap in realm cannot be made up."
"What's more, the ancestral power of my ancient alien race has not yet been demonstrated, otherwise you would be a dead person now."
Long Bo walked step by step, like a superior god, looking down at Xiao Ye, causing an uproar.
Obviously, Long Bo had suppressed his realm in the duel with Xiao Ye before, but now he completely exploded and directly hit Xiao Ye hard.
"Is this the terror of reaching the peak of the holy level?" Xiao Ye covered his wound, his eyes getting deeper and deeper.
The strongest person at the peak of the holy level has the same status as the Three Thousand Realms, and can even mobilize the will of heaven and earth.
Even if he is a true heavenly Holy Lord, he is still under the suppression of the Three Thousand Worlds. How can he compete with him?
"But how do you know that I have tried my best when I fought with you? If I had tried my best, you probably wouldn't talk to me in this tone now."
The body of Holy Son Xiao Ye began to tremble, and every inch of flesh and blood erupted into red glow, rushing out from the Tianling Cap and filling the world, as if something terrifying was awakening.
"What?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone who heard them felt as if they were struck by lightning and were stunned.
Xiao Ye's battle with Long Bo didn't show his full strength yet?
Just two hundred years have passed, how strong has Xiao Ye become?
