When Xiao Ye broke through in the Dark Star Realm, he had already caused a big stir. This time he returned to the Three Thousand Realms and showed the True Heavenly Holy Lord Realm, which directly caused monstrous phenomena and the entire Three Thousand Realms were in turmoil.
, and a large amount of the power of heaven and earth was attracted, resulting in blessing.
Xiao Ye looked like a god, so majestic that it broke through the nine heavens. The unparalleled power of the Holy Lord penetrated the universe and enveloped tens of thousands of miles. All the seven ancient tribesmen and horses were suppressed and screamed, and their bodies and holy bones were shattered.
The sounds became one.
In less than ten breaths of time, more than twenty powerful men at the Holy Lord level had fallen. Even the True Heavenly Holy Lord could not withstand them and suffered heavy losses.
"After the Holy Son of Heaven ascended to the throne of true heaven, did he become so terrifying?"
At this moment, everyone felt a suffocating fear in their hearts. They were speechless and the entire starry sky fell into deathly silence.
It only took a few hundred years to cross the natural chasm and complete the transformation of the true heavenly position. This is terrifying enough.
But the strength Xiao Ye showed was even more frightening.
You must know that among the men and horses of the seven ancient tribes, there are at least twenty people in the same realm as Xiao Ye, but they were all suppressed by Xiao Ye. The gap is so big that it is immeasurable.
What is invincibility?
This is invincible!
Even the first-generation saint sons who stood on the ancient clan's holy monument showed shocked expressions.
They vaguely guessed why Gai Qingcang had such a weird reaction.
"Lord Di Wuchen, Lord Xuanlong, are you okay?"
Xiao Ye was so powerful that he was shrouded by the endless power of heaven and earth. He walked towards the temple in the air and looked at Di Wuchen and others. Wherever he went, the powerful seven ancient tribes who were severely injured but not dead retreated and separated a road.
Like worshiping ghosts and gods.
The human temple that suffered heavy casualties suffered heavy casualties, and almost all the elders died in the battle.
"We are fine, we are not dead yet, but you kid, you really did not disappoint Lord Xuanyuan!"
"Hahaha, I knew I was right!"
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The eight remaining temple leaders are also mentally exhausted and their bodies are stained with holy blood, but at this moment their eyes are bright and they are all laughing happily.
The temple had long expected that such a day would come, so it secretly selected geniuses from the human race for training.
Now this kind of dedication has finally paid off.
Nowadays, Xiao Ye has strength that surpasses that of his principal.
"Have the other three principals died?"
"Lord Xuanyuan, how is the situation?"
Looking at the eight principals, Xiao Ye frowned slightly, then looked towards the temple, and the vast holy consciousness swept in in an instant.
But his holy consciousness seemed to have rushed into the universe. Apart from feeling the vastness, there was no response, which immediately made his frown deepen.
Wow!
At this moment, the seven ancient tribesmen who were severely injured by Xiao Ye were reorganizing themselves and gathering together, looking at Xiao Ye warily.
At the same time, the runes on the holy monument of the ancient tribe surged rapidly, as if being summoned, and more powerful men from the holy world of the ancient tribe arrived, each with fierce eyes.
The most shocking thing is that the first-generation Holy Son, standing on the holy monument of the ancient clan, is also ready to move, and a gloomy aura is gathering, like a mountain rain is about to come and the wind is filling the building, and the war is about to break out.
This kind of aura made everyone watching the battle tense.
Although Xiao Ye, the Holy Son of the First Emperor, showed invincible strength in the same realm, he chose to advance and retreat with the temple, which meant standing on the opposite side of the eight ancient clans.
The ancient tribe has a long heritage, how can it be simple?
The crisis in the temple has not yet been resolved, and the first-generation Holy Son-level figures will never give up after seeing the threat posed by Xiao Ye.
"Haha, the temple is the protective umbrella of the human race. How many human warriors have it sheltered and been able to breathe under the influence of the ancient clan?"
"But now that he is in trouble, the one who is finally willing to advance and retreat with the temple is the persecuted Holy Son of the Ancient Taichu Clan. This is really a great irony!"
At this moment, a sarcastic voice spread, and Holy Lord Qingze teleported with his body shimmering with silver light, standing next to Xiao Ye.
His sarcastic gaze swept across, making everyone watching the battle blush and lower their heads in shame.
The contribution made by the Human Race Temple is indeed indelible.
"Qingze, you are not dead?"
"Haha, it seems that we can assist the Holy Son together in the future."
Xuan Xiao laughed wildly with excitement and came across the sky.
Holy Lord Qingze had a very prominent position in Taichu back then, so he naturally knew him.
"Xuan Xiao, how dare you call me by my name? That's right, you are also the Holy Master now." Holy Master Qingze scolded with a smile, also laughing happily.
After following Xiao Ye and leaving the Dark Star Realm, he was ready for a bloody battle with all the ancient clans.
Xiao Ye didn't say a word, but his power was strong. All the holy troops from Taichu came across the sky, stood beside him, and faced the eight ancient tribes.
Di Wuchen and other officials in charge of the temple did not say anything more and were all prepared to prepare.
"kill!"
At this moment, a sound of shouting rang out, tearing apart the oppressive atmosphere in the venue. The eight ancient powerful men were as powerful as a rainbow, and their holy power was strong, like a dark cloud of holy light, shrouding the human race temple.
"war!"
Yi Xuanxiao, Holy Lord Qingze, Nangong Xingyu, Xiaobai and other powerful men also roared and led the Taichu Saint-level army to rush out and kill the eight ancient tribes.
This is the most extreme melee within the race in the history of the human race.
However, the minds of those watching the battle were all focused on Xiao Ye, the leader of the Human Race Temple, and the eight first-generation Saint Sons.
These people are the final factors that affect the outcome of this melee.
"Eight principals, please just watch the battle for now."
"The Human Race Temple has paid a lot for me, and today it is my turn to repay." Xiao Ye left a sentence and stepped out.
Whatever he was looking for, whether it was the strong man from Taichu or the Holy Lord of the eight ancient tribes, all were forcibly knocked away.
"Eight first-generation saint sons, who among you will fight with me?" Xiao Ye, wearing a black robe and dancing black hair, looked at the eight ancient clan holy monuments with a pair of deep eyes, and spoke with clank, causing the universe to suddenly become silent.
Xiao Ye...
Take the initiative to challenge!
Hundreds of years have passed since the battle of Xianling. Will Xiao Ye collide with the first-generation Saint Son level person again?
And this time's position means that there may be no room for this battle.
However, facing Xiao Ye's words, the eight first-generation saints fell into a strange silence, and no one could guess their thoughts.
"Don't you want to be the first to stand up?"
"Then let's start with you."
"Your strongest holy body was forced to disintegrate by me, but I still dare to attack me, Taichu. Aren't you afraid of falling?"
Xiao Ye's eyes flashed and he looked at Gai Qingcang, and his solemn words sounded like thunder.
Gai Qingcang, the first holy son of the ancient Tianren clan, the strongest holy body was forced to disintegrate by Xiao Ye?
