Xiao Ye rushed out like this, which not only shocked Mo Cha and the disciples of the Ancient God Palm Pavilion, the thirty Wing God disciples also became frightened and scattered back.
"It doesn't matter."
"Our pursuit of the ancient god's disciples was the result of the instructions given by our senior fellow apprentices, Ji Ji Shen."
"Xiao Ye alone can't do anything to us!"
But among these Yishen disciples, one stepped out of the air and took the initiative to face Xiao Ye.
He is very extraordinary, possessing the bloodline of the Seven-Star Winged God, and has been tempered to great perfection, and his strength has reached the second level of a high-ranking Taoist god.
"now!"
His expression was calm, and a Chaos Spirit flew out of his body, shining with a metallic color.
This Chaos God Soul clearly has the bloodline of the Seven-Star Winged God, but there are mottled marks on the surface, showing the traces of time, and it does not look like a product of this stacked era at all.
"open!"
The disciple of the Winged God opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of divine blood, and made a seal towards the chaotic soul.
Suddenly——
boom!
A terrifying will revived within this chaotic soul, and the divine power of the upper realm surged around him, transforming into a tall creature. His eyes were deep, and every move he made released the heaviness accumulated over the years.
"Stop!"
This creature raised his hand and pointed, and four kinds of chaotic avenues suddenly burst out. Each of them had nearly two thousand avenue threads. When they were put together, they turned into thick finger lights, which shocked Xiao Ye to the point of shaking his body.
Trembling, he blasted back.
"This is the soul of chaos from Senior Brother Wu Ding!"
Seeing this scene, the other Wing God disciples were slightly startled, and then their expressions became surprised.
"The Martial Cauldron of the Winged God Clan?"
"Now we're in trouble!"
At this moment, the expressions of the two Ancient God Palm Pavilion disciples changed drastically.
"Junior Brother Xiao Ye, Wu Ding is a high-ranking Taoist among the Winged Gods who has practiced for two generations. His strength stands at the pinnacle of the second level."
"I didn't expect these Wing God disciples to actually carry the Chaos Spirit of Wuding!"
Mo Cha hurriedly said to Xiao Ye.
The second stage ushered in 50,000 years of great turmoil. Among the major groups, those disciples who had accumulated through the ages appeared one after another, and their reputations spread far and wide over the years.
Wu Ding is one of them.
Having reached their level, they are no longer afraid of the Chaos Spirit with the seven-star innate divine bloodline, but it also depends on who is instigating it.
For example, the chaotic spirit in front of me is limited by itself, so it is naturally impossible to possess the full strength of Wuding.
But driven by the divine will left behind by Wu Ding, he clearly possesses the other party's understanding of the great path.
Comprehension of the four avenues of chaos to close to the fourth level is enough to overwhelm all the creatures in this stacked era and make them unable to lift their heads.
"Hey, Senior Brother Wu Ding's true self should also know everything in Dongqi Valley. This kid is dead. Let's go."
At this moment, those Yishen disciples all showed evil smiles. While watching the battle, they rushed towards the outside of Dongqi Valley and were no longer in a hurry.
"Boy, you can actually survive being hunted by Emperor Yang."
"Now I give you a chance to tie your hands and feet and kneel in front of my Chaos Spirit. I can let you die happily."
"Otherwise, when I come, I will make you want to die."
At this moment, the tall figure transformed from the soul of chaos stared at Xiao Ye, uttering cold and arrogant words.
"How dare you show off your power in front of me even if you are just a chaotic soul?"
A sneer formed on the corner of Xiao Ye's mouth.
According to what Mo Cha said, the strength of this Wuding deity is only comparable to that of Emperor Yang.
Fifty thousand years ago, Emperor Yang was already killed by him, let alone such a chaotic spirit.
Whoosh!
The next moment, Xiao Ye had already jumped into the air and rushed towards the tall figure fearlessly again.
"Looking for death?"
Seeing this, the tall figure immediately roared, and the divine power and terror erupted from his body, sweeping across the world.
The four auras of the Chaos Avenue on his body actually turned into four demonic dragons, penetrating the sky and bursting towards Xiao Ye, with a power that was earth-shattering.
"Go away!"
A bright light flashed in Xiao Ye's eyes, and he suddenly let out a loud roar, and his whole body seemed to turn into light.
Boom boom boom!
Looking around, the terrifying divine power flowing out of Xiao Ye's strong body shook the entire Dongqi Valley, and along with his raised right fist, he struck forward.
Boom!
In an instant, the terrifying power shattered the space, and the entire Dongqi Valley shook. The demon dragons transformed from the four Winged God Ways were in a stalemate with Xiao Ye's right fist for a moment, and were crushed one after another.
It turned into countless streams of light and spread around.
Bang!
At the same time, Xiao Ye's figure burst in, and the moment he passed by the tall figure, the opponent's divine figure trembled wildly and turned into a chaotic spirit again. Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the body, and the whole body exploded.
"What!"
At this moment, the Yishen disciples who were rushing towards the outside of Dongqi Valley felt the movement behind them, and all of them looked pale and had a look of disbelief on their faces.
They knew that Xiao Ye was extremely powerful.
As for Wu Ding's chaotic soul, it is difficult to kill Xiao Ye, but there is absolutely no problem in stopping the opponent. But who could have expected that it would be shattered by Xiao Ye in just one breath?
This was simply beyond their imagination.
"Run away!"
The next moment, these Wing God disciples came to their senses. They were all panicked and rushed outward crazily, pushing their speed to the extreme.
However, they were still a step too late.
Wow!
A purple rain of light was seen, enveloping all the Wing God disciples.
This is the supernatural power of Zongtian.
In this light rain, Xiao Ye's figure flickered, erratic, like a ghost.
A total of 600,000 origins can be seen rising from his divine body, resonating with his divine personality, and the fluctuations of the upper-level divine power that erupt are extremely violent. Just spreading out makes all the divine bodies of the thirty Wing God disciples sink, and their strength
The weaker ones even fell from mid-air.
"I said, if we, the ancient gods, have me in charge, you will definitely die!"
Xiao Ye's cold words came, and he directly launched a killing attack on the thirty Wing God disciples, setting off a bloody storm.
To this day, how terrifying is Xiao Ye's superior power?
There was no suspense at all in this battle. Xiao Ye didn't even use his magical power to blow up a disciple of the Winged God.
"Junior Brother Xiao Ye's high-level Taoist power is at least about ten times that of mine. His strength is probably catching up with those high-level Taoist gods who have accumulated over time!"
Silence fell in Dongqi Valley, and only the sound of flesh and blood exploding could be heard continuously. Mo Cha and the two disciples of the Ancient God Palm Pavilion were in a daze and could not speak for a long time.
What happened to Xiao Ye during these 50,000 years of silence? Why did he show up and become so powerful?
(First update arrived!)
(Sorry, something delayed me a bit, so I will continue writing the second update)
