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There was silence in the fairy mausoleum, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the void, the two figures.

Some strong foreigners even forgot the danger of being here, and their minds were completely attracted by Xiao Ye's words.

"You fight against this Son with a low level, but you haven't done your best?"

Long Bo felt scorned and was irritated.

The breath of his eruption was terrifying, but disappeared. It was like returning to the original, making people unpredictable, but he was like a majestic supreme, sitting high above the ninth heaven, overlooking the world, and the universe.

This is an atmospheric momentum that rises to the height of the three thousand worlds, and the huge pressure naturally spreads out, making the worlds trembling.

He looks like a wild dragon's body, with a ray of light escaping, possessing the dignity of all ethnic groups, and he can see the vast universe.

"In the beginning, Dao, open!"

Facing the dragon battle, Xiao Ye had a determined look, no fear, let go of his body and mind, the Cabana in his body was constantly erupting, and after climbing to the extreme, it seemed like the holy flame was beating, both the strength and the defense were rapidly improved, instantaneous The wounds in the chest were repaired and the holy bones were remodeled.

Thousand years of cultivation, the cultivation of the early Taoist body with the holy way of time, the results are naturally extraordinary. Before the battle with Longbo, only a part of it was shown.

At this moment, Xiao Ye's eyes were shining brightly, and the supreme sacred mark engraved on the body was surging, turning into two auras, rising between the heavens and the earth, and expanding constantly, even covering a hundred miles.

Within this range, everything in the world is affected, even the space is distorted.

This is the sacred pattern of the near path and the sacred pattern of the pressure path.

After thousands of years of hard work, the power of these two types of holy patterns naturally increased a lot. The true heavenly holy Lord fell into it and may have to be forcibly cut into three small realms.

"Is this your full strength? It's ridiculous."

Long Bo's body moved, and the world was trembling. His eyes seemed to contain a wild land, approaching step by step, and the realm was full.

This is simply a catastrophe, just came on foot, Tiandi Avenue is rumbling, as if the three thousand worlds are overwhelming.

His simple breath is like vomiting the sun and the moon, with a huge weather, really not like a saint, but a god-like existence.

Xiao Ye shouted, the two sacred lines of near road and pressure road skyrocketed again, wanting to interfere with the dragon beat, but only letting the other party's pace slow down, it would not affect much.

Immediately afterwards, Long Bo had already made a domineering shot. He punched towards Xiao Ye and could break through the void of the ages. No matter who was in front of him, he had to be beaten into the abyss, showing the horror of the first generation of sons.

With a bang, the ancient Qingtian drama trembled and two fists bumped together!

Immediately thereafter, the two smashed everything and launched a fierce battle, as if two gods were fighting.

The terrible power exploded, like several big realms exploded at the same time, gorgeous and terrifying, the huge fairy mausoleum was penetrated by cracks in dense spaces, and it was torn apart.

The holy Lords of all races were stunned and horrified.

This peak matchup escalated again, beyond their cognition, the vast immortal mausoleum, is not even qualified to be the battlefield of the two?

"Ma De, together with Boss Xiao Ye, killed these first noble sons!"

Xiao Bai, who had temporarily stopped with the first son of Tunkun, was transformed into a humanoid figure. He was back to the side and was recovering from loss. Seeing this, he wanted to rush to help, but he was stopped by Chu.

"The master hasn't lost yet, let's see, if it doesn't work, we will shoot again." Chu Fang calmly said.

"Ok."

Xiaobai stopped helplessly.

Although he was reckless, he was very obedient to his father.

In the battlefield, the dragon is like a wild dragon. It raises its hand and calmly. There is a natural atmosphere. It is the temperament that can be possessed by occupying the highest realm. It is a temperament that can only be possessed by occupying the highest realm. Turning decay into magic, many holy methods are boundless, and they are constantly colliding with Xiao Ye's body.

Xiao Ye's nine-pronged holy path came out, and the Son's body looked at him in length and breadth, and he was fighting with the Dragon Strike, but the body appeared a crack, the white sacred bones were visible, and the red blood was shocking and shocking.

"Your body is indeed amazing, but forcing you to fight with this Son is looking for your own way."

Long Bo said coldly.

Xiao Ye was awe-inspiring.

From the outsider's point of view, he is competing with the dragon at the peak of the Saint Order, but only he knows that the gap in the realm is difficult to make up. It is indeed too reluctant, and every collision will consume his source, and his body is so Strong, can't defend the other party's attack, is going to defeat.

"But, it may not be impossible to fight." Xiao Ye growled.

Now that this battle has started, you can't look back, because there are other early sons looking at it, only to move forward and kill the top.

"Nine veins turned into shape!" Xiao Ye's nine veins were madly surging, actually turned into nine figures, scattered around his deity.

Regarding the realm of the holy way, reaching the ninth staircase can completely transform the holy way. Retreating in the tower of time can already be done.

When Xiao Ye raised his palm, the space ring lit up, and nine weapons, or spears, or swords, or heavy hammers flew out...

Without exception, each piece is endless holy, but it is the true weapon of the holy master, flying into the hands of nine figures.

This is the spoils of Xiao Ye conquering the alien saints two hundred years ago.

"war!"

Xiao Ye's eyebrows burst out with three colors of soul power, which enveloped the nine figures, assisting the deity to fight towards the dragon fight together.

For a time, the storm surged and the war broke out again.

It seemed that there were ten Xiao Ye who attacked the Dragon Strike at the same time, and all the nine true heavenly saint master weapons were recovered, and the slaughter was launched.

As for the deity, it even urged the primordial Taoist body to the extreme and became the main force, constantly launching cross-strikes, and even forced the dragon beat to be a little messy.

"This"

The first sons standing in the fairy mausoleum were silent for a while.

Nine kinds of intermediate saints are transformed to help the deity. Even this is impossible for them, and they need extremely terrible soul control.

If Xiao Ye's accomplishment of Taoism is natural and has brought them a lot of shock, then now, they have felt the threat.

How long has it been since Xiao Ye showed that she could catch up with their potential.

"enough!"

At this moment, a burst of anger burst into the air.

I saw that the messy dragon beat suddenly changed its temperament, more majestic, swallowed the galaxy, and the sun was ruined in the eyes, an ancient force emerged, directly shattering the nine veins of the Holy Path, even the nine real All the weapons of the Celestial Lord have been abandoned.

Poof!

The power of the soul released by Xiao Ye collapsed, the deity suffered a heavy blow, his face was white, his own defense was broken, and his body was bloody.

"Have you finally shown the ancestral power of the ancient strangers?"

Xiao Ye stumbled back, his eyes narrowed.

(The first is here!)