In the wilderness of the Proterozoic world, there is a stretch of sacred mountains to the north.
On the most majestic ancient peak among them, there are countless stone palaces rising one after another, with overlapping auras, creating a scene full of vitality.
Here is Wushan, where the Wuyi Clan is located. It is covered by spiritual mist all year round, making it look like a fairyland.
At this moment, in the void, a figure in black stood with his hands behind his hands, a gentle smile on his lips.
Behind him, another young man in black held a figure, with a strong fighting spirit on his face.
"Before, you used your feathers to almost cut into pieces the two bodyguards of my Ling clan. Today...I will use your own methods to return the favor to you."
Ling Xiao said indifferently, raised his palm slightly, and saw endless ripples suddenly appearing in the void behind him.
Immediately afterwards, ancient swords hung out in the air without making a single sound.
Looking at the dense sword shadows, Yi Yan's eyes widened, despairing like never before.
At this moment, he finally understood what kind of existence he had provoked.
demon!!
Even compared to these ancient remnants, the young man in front of him had a more cold and cruel temperament.
However, at this time, Yi Yan could not make a sound at all. He could only watch helplessly as Ling Xiao waved his palm down and thousands of swords opened in unison!
"Buzz!!"
In just an instant, the entire void was torn open, and thousands of ancient swords fell from the sky like rain curtains with supreme sword power.
And in the ancient forest of the temple, bursts of screams were immediately heard, and the rich smell of blood rose up, covering the sky.
"Whizzing!"
Soon, figures with terrifying auras burst through the palace and appeared in the void.
And at the front of the crowd was an old man with gray hair and gloomy eyes.
His realm, the level of the fourth-grade earth supreme, is that of one of the most powerful ancestors of the Wuyi clan, Yi Qingteng.
The only person who was stronger than him was the great ancestor of the Wuyi clan who was buried in the mountain.
"Huh? Wing... Wing Rock?!"
The eyes of Yi Qingteng and others trembled slightly, especially Yi Yan's current state, which made him feel extremely unreal.
The reason why he came out of seclusion this time was because the primitive world was opened and it was in chaos.
With him in charge, it is easier to deal with those foreign geniuses and monsters.
However, now it seems that what he was most worried about has happened, and Yiyan still provoked some... people he shouldn't have provoked.
From the sword movement just now, Yi Qingteng could also feel the supreme power contained in it.
This young man is not ordinary.
At the very least, in the primitive ancient world, there are only a few people among the younger generation who have broken through to the supreme realm.
"Wuchuan."
Ling Xiao smiled gently and didn't say much.
Ning Wuchuan understood immediately, released his palms, and dropped Yi Yan from mid-air.
Then, just as one of the Saint Realm experts stepped forward to take over the young master of the Witch Wing Tribe, he saw the void in front of him suddenly waver for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, a figure stepped out, the blade in his hand fell, and stabbed into his heart.
"thump."
And Yi Yan's figure immediately fell from a high altitude, and his body, which had already been broken into pieces, was smashed into mud.
Of course, for a person in the Holy Realm, even if his body is broken, his soul, spirit and wisdom will not completely dissipate.
Therefore, Yi Yan was still alive and could only watch the Wuyi clan being slaughtered.
"How can it be…"
The few remaining strong men from the Witch Wing Clan felt chills in their hearts, with doubts and shock in their eyes.
With the strength of the Holy Realm elder just now, even if he was no match for the two human youths in front of him, he wouldn't have been stabbed directly without any resistance, right?
"Buzz!"
At this moment, spiritual radiance suddenly burst out from Ning Wuchuan's body, turning into thousands of formations and falling down, encompassing the entire sacred mountain.
And with the strength of these surviving clans in the Ancient World, it is absolutely impossible to truly break this formation.
The killing has officially begun!
"boom!!"
Ling Xiao grinned, and the moment he stepped forward, the entire space quietly froze.
Thousands of things pass away, and time does not exist.
At this time, his figure seemed to be transformed into a galaxy, constantly expanding, trying to cover the sky.
In the land hundreds of feet around him, visions rise, the sun and the moon fall together, endless divine patterns of the great avenue appear in the sky, and are filled with brilliance.
And all the Wuyi tribesmen heard an extremely ethereal fairy sound ringing from their ears, and in a daze, the whole world began to turn into blood.
At this time, Ling Xiao felt like he was in an uninhabited land, with his black clothes shaking and his hair shining brightly. Every time he swung his sword, he could kill those strong men from the Witch Wing Tribe on the spot, and even their blood and soul were completely devoured.
The road is like a knife!!
This simple and extreme killing intent shattered everyone's minds almost instantly.
Wails spread everywhere, and gradually, some people began to want to escape from this place, but it was impossible to escape from the power of Ning Wuchuan's formation.
"Who the hell are you!!"
Yi Qingteng's eyes trembled as he appeared in front of Ling Xiao.
I saw a wisp of black light meandering above his wings, evoking a supreme charm.
"Does it matter who I am? All you need to know is that today, the Wuyi Clan...will not leave any chickens or dogs behind."
Ling Xiao smiled and chopped it off with one knife.
"Arrogant!!"
Yi Qingteng roared angrily, his wings vibrated, and he saw countless black black feathers piercing through the sky and slashing down.
The momentum was extremely frightening, like a hundred thousand falling stars, trying to drown the sky.
But, for some reason, seeing the calmness in this young man's eyes, the ancestor of the Wing Clan felt extremely frightened.
It's as if, beneath this youthful appearance, there is an extremely ancient and terrifying soul hidden.
"Buzz!!"
The sword fell down and collided with the thousands of black feathers.
A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Yi Qingteng's face, and he retreated hastily, but he was still slashed on the shoulder by the sword intent that destroyed Wan Yu, and a wing was chopped off, and a rain of blood fell.
only!!
After all, his cultivation level was at the level of the fourth-level supreme. Although he suffered some injuries at this time, it did not damage his roots. Instead, he stimulated his bloody nature.
"Roar!!"
Yi Qingteng roared angrily, and his remaining wings flapped again. The terrifying demonic force turned into a wind whirlpool, almost moving the entire mountain to the ground.
But there was no expression on Ling Xiao's face, and he came to the sky with an ancient blade in his hand.
Thousands of miles of void, blood clouds floating, cracks everywhere.
But no matter how hard Yi Qingteng struggled, it was impossible to shake Ling Xiao at all.
Instead, he was forced by the latter to retreat continuously, his feathers scattered, and he was extremely embarrassed.
In fact, every time Ling Xiao's sword fell, his body could be torn apart easily.
In just a short moment, the ancestor of the Wuyi clan was covered with dozens of knife marks, which was shocking.
"I don't believe that you, a contemporary person, can kill me!!"
His wings were blue and his eyes were cracked, he suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a hiss, his hands turned into sharp claws and furiously stamped down towards Ling Xiao.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the situation changed, and a thousand-foot demon seal was seen crushing down from the sky, destroying everything, and suppressing it towards Lingxiao.