The three strange beasts, Xiaobai, Chu Fang, and Luo Shui, have all formed contracts with Xiao Ye using their life essence and blood. The resonance between their souls is special, and Xiao Ye can detect it immediately as long as he approaches.
"The Holy Son is back?"
"Where are the leaves!"
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All the strong men in Taichu looked happy, and then they all looked into the distance.
At the same time, the spectators also looked up, and all their pupils suddenly shrank.
I saw a man in black robes walking towards this side through the air. The soles of his feet dropped, and the void exploded inch by inch. His movements seemed slow, but his speed was incredibly fast.
His sharp eyes were like sharp swords, shooting towards this side. Anyone who came into contact with such eyes would be frightened and their souls would be shattered.
At this moment, the heroes suddenly became excited, and even the strong men of the ancient clan looked shocked.
Xiao Ye is out of quarantine!
After hundreds of years, this genius who was once famous in the Three Thousand Realms, and whose fame even rivaled that of the first-generation Holy Son, finally appeared in front of the world again.
Could it be that Gai Qingcang's sudden change in stopping was precisely because he sensed Xiao Ye's arrival?
How is this possible!
Even though Xiao Ye had the trump card to intimidate the first-generation Saint Son-level figures, Gai Qingcang would not have such a reaction!
Xiao Ye's black robe danced and came through the air, like a drop of cold water splashing into a hot oil pan, causing the atmosphere in the venue to change instantly.
Especially the seven first-generation saint sons who stand on the holy monument of the ancient tribe.
"Xiao! Ye!"
Wearing a sleeveless animal robe, the man's body resembled that of a wild dragon, with a fierce cold light flashing from his eyes.
He is none other than Longbo, the first generation saint son of the Yiren Ancient Clan.
In the past at the Human Race Immortal Tomb, he was severely injured by the future body opened by Xiao Ye. After recovering from the injury, he was one step closer. At the time when the temple was weak, the murderous intention naturally broke out.
All the first-generation saint sons showed a certain degree of hostility, but Jun Gen, who had flying snowy hair and had the appearance of all living beings, seemed very calm and unpredictable.
The Double-Eyed Saint Ao Chunqiu was a little hesitant because of Gai Qingcang's actions. Then the holy light flowed in his eyes and he activated his pupil technique. He wanted to see through the illusion and shrouded Xiao Ye.
"snort!"
Feeling the prying eyes of Ao Chunqiu, a sneer appeared on Xiao Ye's face, and a five-color light flashed between his eyebrows, forming a barrier that directly blocked the opponent's eye skills.
How terrifying is the quality of his soul now? Even the first-generation Holy Son-level figures may not be able to compare with him.
"This...how is it possible!"
Ao Chunqiu's body trembled, and his eyes became horrified.
His pupil technique was actually blocked, Xiao Ye's aura was restrained, and even he couldn't guess the depth.
No one knew that there was a silent duel between Ao Chunqiu and Xiao Ye, and everyone had their own thoughts.
As soon as Xiao Ye came out of seclusion, he went straight to the temple. Why did he come?
You know, now that the eight major ancient races of the human race are all launching an attack, Xiao Ye is so calm. Is this a bluff, or does he have enough confidence?
"I'm already here, do you still dare to continue to besiege me, Taichu?" At this moment, Xiao Ye stopped and looked at the holy masters of the ancient Celestial Clan with deep eyes.
Whoosh!
These words were as cold as ice, making all the holy masters of the ancient Celestial Clan shudder, and many of them actually stopped and retreated.
Xiao Ye's lingering power was too terrifying.
What's more, even Gai Qingcang, the first saint son of their ancient Celestial Clan, has retreated.
"Holy Son!"
"leaf!"
"Lord Ancestor Emperor!"
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The Taichu Saint-level army, as well as the powerful men of the True Spirit lineage, all shouted excitedly, as if they had found a backbone.
There were also many people watching the battle with their eyes shining brightly.
With just one word, he drove away so many holy masters from the ancient Celestial Clan. Looking at the human race, there are only a few people who have such a grace.
"Holy Son of the Beginning, the human race's temples are decaying and should be banned. This is an inevitable trend in the development of the human race. You'd better not interfere to avoid making mistakes."
At this moment, a saint son whose whole body was glowing with light spoke. His voice was calm, but it seemed to be coming from the cold ancient palace, giving people a sense of tranquility.
This is also a first-generation holy son, from the eight ancient tribes of the human race - Youting!
The Youting Ancient Clan is extremely low-key among the eight ancient clans. During the battle of Xianling, seven of the first-generation Saint Sons all appeared on stage, but the first-generation Saint Son of Youting was missing.
The other party is very mysterious, and he has nothing to do with Xiao Ye. He really doesn't want to get involved when he speaks out at this moment.
"hehe!"
"Can it be up to you to decide whether the temple is in decay or not? Then today I, Xiao Ye, say that your eight ancient tribes also need to be banned. What should you do?"
Xiao Ye sneered, and the words he spoke made the whole world fall silent, and everyone was stunned.
Facing the eight major ancient clan forces, Xiao Ye dared to say such words? This is too arrogant.
"Today, I, Xiao Ye, am here to perform dharma rectification for the temple!"
The next moment, Xiao Ye's figure flashed and he headed towards the human temple which was under siege.
"The Holy Son of Heaven is here, deal with him first!"
"A man dares to charge like this? Kill him!"
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Among the seven ancient tribes that besieged the temple, the number of the Holy Lord alone reached a hundred, and there were even more Holy Lords. When they saw Xiao Ye approaching, they all showed a ferocious smile.
Normally, they would naturally not dare to take action against Xiao Ye, but at this moment, the ancient tribes have joined forces, and their lineup is enough to sweep the human race, and the first-generation saint sons are here, so they are full of courage.
"Who do you think you are?"
Xiao Ye's expression was indifferent, and he didn't see how he moved. A dazzling crimson glow lit up his body, and a sacred pattern spread out and swept away.
In an instant, the powerful men of the seven ancient tribes were trembling all over. The holy way they had understood was out of control, and even besieged their bodies, causing many people to scream, spitting blood from their mouths, and their bodies were shaking from the inside.
explode.
Something even more terrifying happened.
boom!
On Xiao Ye's body, another gray halo rose into the sky, boundless and omnipresent. All strong men who were swept by the gray light trembled all over, and their realm began to fall rapidly. Even the Holy Lord of the True Heavenly Level almost slipped out.
Holy Lord Realm.
"Suppressing the sacred mark? Our clan has long developed a method of restraint."
However, at this moment, a group of snow-haired Holy Lords gathered together, sacrificed a piece of holy artifacts, and recited an ancient scripture. They actually opened the cover of the sacred pattern of the pressure path, and the range was within
Gradually expanding, the Holy Lords of the other six ancient tribes were able to get rid of this state.
"Yes, I have some skills and can actually block this holy son's pressure-pressing holy mark. Then I don't have to go to such trouble. I can just kill you."
Xiao Ye whispered to himself, and then his body shook, as if a god had revived, making the world roar, and the terrifying pressure was overwhelming, directly suppressing the seven ancient saints, domineering and powerful, making everyone