"That's probably the Demonic Heavenly Evil Ancestor among the Thirteen Evil Ancestors."
After all, Hua Xiaoshuang is the commander-in-chief, has a well-known blog, and is a well-known talented woman in the Sao Feng camp. She frowned and said in a deep voice: "The Evil Ancestor of the Demon Sky has the great magical power of stealing the sky and changing the sun. Compared with the black
Yan Xie Ancestor is even more powerful. However, since Zong Yan and Liu Xu have already chased after him, Demon Tian Xie Ancestor cannot easily succeed."
If you want to seal the ruins of Shenshui Palace again, you need to gather the power of all ten blades.
In other words, there must be no less than one strong person with ten blades!
We can only hope that Ling Feng and the four of them can join forces and eliminate the Demon Sky Evil Ancestor just like they did with the Black Smoke Evil Ancestor.
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the other side.
Unlike the other Ten Blades who were divided into two groups, Ye Weiyang acted alone, with only some elites from the third battalion and third team behind him.
Pang Shiliang, commander of the third battalion, was also beside Ye Weiyang.
Ye Weiyang was responsible for sensing the location of the spiritual token, while the rest were responsible for searching, not missing any detail.
"I don't know what the situation is like at the medical camp."
After searching for half a day with no results, Pang Shiliang sighed softly and couldn't help but worry about the situation in the rear positions.
Although there were two strong men with ten blades, Zong Yan and Liu Xu, guarding the area, he always felt a little uneasy.
Of course, the main reason is to worry about Hua Xiaoshuang.
Since returning from the sea of qujing, Pang Shiliang has also put down the so-called face. Anyway, he has confessed his love to Hua Xiaoshuang in disguise once, so he doesn't care about it so much.
Although Hua Xiaoshuang did not give him a clear answer, she did not reject him either. This made Pang Shiliang feel that he was very important, so he often went to show his courtesy to Hua Xiaoshuang.
If this incident hadn't happened, he might have already embraced the beauty.
"The most important thing now is that everyone performs their duties. The medical camp has its mission, and we also have our mission."
Ye Weiyang had no expression on her face. She just raised her hand and gently covered her right eye. Her eyes were burning, allowing him to "foresee" some scenes about the future.
"The enemy is coming."
Ye Weiyang looked solemn, he "saw" that their opponent was a very troublesome existence.
"Jiejiejie..."
A ferocious laughter came from the void, and then, a black shadow seemed to emerge from the Nine Nether Hell. In an instant, the entire space seemed to turn into an ice purgatory, and a cold that penetrated into the bone marrow swept away.
The warriors of the third battalion, including Pang Shiliang, were all shivering. The cold seemed to freeze the origin of their souls to pieces.
"You are worthy of being the leader of the new generation of Ten Blades. No wonder they want me to deal with you."
In front of everyone, a monster appeared that was icy blue, almost as big as an ice cube, and had a pale complexion. Even its eyes had only whites and no eyeballs. It looked ferocious and terrifying.
"Hanyou Evil Ancestor, ranked third among the thirteen evil ancestors in the past."
Ye Weiyang's face didn't change and she just said calmly: "With only a third person here, you are looking down on me, Ye Weiyang, right?"
"Boy, when you speak big words, you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue. When I was traveling across the Central Yuan Realm, your grandpa was just a drop of liquid!"
The Hanyou Evil Ancestor snorted coldly, and his figure turned into a white bolt and flew towards Ye Weiyang.
Ye Weiyang stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, motionless, but with a flash of his eyes, Hanyou Evil Ancestor let out a muffled groan and was knocked out by Ye Weiyang.
"You...how is that possible!"
There was a look of extreme astonishment in Han Youxie Ancestor's eyes. He couldn't even see clearly how Ye Weiyang stopped him.
"As expected of a night god!"
"Yakami is invincible!"
The disciples of the third battalion suddenly became much more excited, and as the aura of Hanyou Evil Ancestor was suppressed by Ye Weiyang, the bone-chilling coldness also dissipated a lot.
"If it were five thousand years ago, when the senior was at his peak, I might still be a little wary of you. However, as the saying goes, talented people emerge from generation to generation, so those of you who have died, it is better to rest peacefully."
Ye Weiyang looked indifferent, with her hands behind her back. Only the tip of the index finger of her right hand flashed a faint light.
Just now, he only used one finger to repel Hanyou Evil Ancestor.
"There are so many talented people in the country, so what if I am added to the list?"
The next moment, a black shadow flew over. It was tall and burly, with muscles all over its body, like an iron structure.
"Haha, the young man is uttering wild words, and I also want to learn from him."
Then, there was another old man who looked skinny and stooped, floating in the air, with his hands behind his back, looking at Ye Weiyang below with a smile.
The strong man in the iron tower is a strong evil king from the fallen god clan, known as the Mad Heaven Evil King, and the rickety old man is the second strongest among the Thirteen Evil Ancestors, the Wanshou Evil Ancestor. Although it looks like
He looks like a frail little old man, but his strength is even greater than that of Hanyou Evil Ancestor.
For a time, one Evil Lord and two Evil Ancestors actually joined forces to deal with Ye Weiyang.
And Ye Shen Weiyang, the young generation's unparalleled genius, inheritor of the Haotian God Clan, with the power of seven generations, is also worthy of such a lineup.
"Barely, there's still something to be said for it."
The corner of Ye Weiyang's mouth curled up. He had already foreseen this battle before.
This will be a hard battle, but in the end, he will win!
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Similarly, in various places in the ruins of Shenshui Palace, the powerful gods who went to look for the spirit tokens also encountered all kinds of troubles.
Evil spirits, fallen gods, and endless masters have made their mission extremely difficult.
But the heritage of the higher-level gods is there after all, and coupled with their numerical advantage, even though they paid a considerable price, neither evil spirits nor fallen gods can stop them from moving forward.
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Darkness covers the whole world.
Ling Feng only felt that he was trapped in an endless dark whirlpool, and he didn't know when he would sink to the bottom.
However, Ling Feng could feel the temperature coming from his palms.
He could feel Mu Qianxue's aura, very close at hand.
That soft palm is also holding her tightly at this moment, for fear that if she lets go even a little bit, we will lose each other forever.
"Qianxue..."
Ling Feng couldn't help but call out softly. He also called Mu Qianxue this way when he was at Tianwei Academy.
"Brother Ling..."
Mu Qianxue's eyes turned slightly red when she heard Ling Feng's voice.
It’s a long-lost title...
Ling Feng smiled faintly and had the urge to hold Mu Qianxue in his arms, but finally restrained himself.
He looked around and said in a deep voice: "Qianxue, you must have noticed the power of the fire that was just fused, right?"