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Ancient patriarch!

It is just these four short words, but it has billions of great powers, and the meaning it represents is enough to suffocate.

However, the Xeon who can command an ancient lineage, do not know how many epochs have lived, do not live in this world, have been hidden behind the scenes, but they can manipulate the changes in the 3,000 worlds, which is more than the level of the first generation of Sons. The characters are still mysterious.

It can be said that not many people of the entire human race have really seen this existence, and an overview of the history of the human race, that is, the peak gathering of the top and first-class races in the past, such existence participated.

Rumble!

At this moment, the ancient sacred stele was constantly shaking, and a heavy sense of oppression came out, so that everyone was heavier, as if facing an invincible god.

"Is the patriarch of the Dayan ancient clan? This is troublesome."

Xiao Ye's eyes swept, and recognized that on the shaking ancient holy stele, there was a crescent moon interweaving and flashing, flowing out like a stream of water, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.

The success rate of inspiring the sacred streak is not high. It needs to be adjusted again and again. Even if the success is stimulated, it will be induced by the Taoist marks of the nine-line sages in the beginning, and it will not be long.

Therefore, even though he may be able to kill the first son of the Son, he also chose to stop. He arrived here only to relieve the danger of the temple.

But there have been such changes, and even such figures as the ancient patriarchs have been drawn out?

"Is the patriarch coming soon?"

"Congratulations to the patriarch!"

At this moment, the strong men of the Dayan ancient tribe in the field were all retreating, gave up the killing, and saluted the holy stele remotely.

Treat Jun Jun with a completely different attitude!

There is no more awe, but a morbid frenzy!

"A ghost left behind that year has grown to such a level. The ancient people in the early days were indeed not to be underestimated. After being wiped out for so many years, they could still cause such changes."

A long sigh suddenly sounded, with the power of shaking soul spreading between heaven and earth, and a vague figure emerged from the holy stele.

His body is very tall, surrounded by chaotic air, which makes people unclear. The iconic snow hair of the Dayan ancient clan is not visible, like returning to the ancestor and returning to black.

At this moment, the entire human race was dead, and noticed that people here, no matter what level of existence, their teeth were trembling.

The first son of the eight ancient clan, bowed his head in front of the eldest son, and dared not take the battle, and now the strongest man in charge of an ancient clan inheritance appeared!

Is this foreshadowing anything?

It's really hard to say what the ending of this civil race is.

boom!

Lai Ren raised his palm at Xiao Ye, and did not need any exquisite sacred law. It was a very common action that showed the strongest belief.

Like a giant above the ground, any means to the ants on the ground is superfluous.

"How about the ancient patriarch?"

"With my Xiao Ye, the human race will not be completely controlled by our eight ancient races!"

In the early days of Xiao Ye, the Taoist body was fully open, and the sacred lines were even more flaming. The Dao marks of the Nine Veins sages appeared around him to offer sacrifices.

boom

Suddenly, this piece of the universe was shaken open, completely a scene of the end of the world, the various holy ways of the three thousand worlds were suppressed, and they could not be manifested.

The eight ancient tribes and the early strong men were all blown up like straw.

If it weren't for the temple to be very old, it would have been battered by countless arrays of blessings.

The Xiaguang burst out of the Taoist body in the early days was torn, and the palm penetrated everything and was printed on Xiao Ye's chest.

Poof!

Powerful like Xiao Ye's Tai Taoist body, the defense was broken, and the inch cracked open, and it shattered completely.

"very scary!"

The strong human races chasing Xiao Ye back to this place all shivered.

In the beginning, the horror of the Son was revealed, but in front of the Dayan ancient patriarch, he couldn't even hold a palm?

This gap is too big.

You know, the patriarchs of the other seven ancient tribes are definitely not weaker than this.

"how can that be!"

Xiao Ye's holy Lord was strong and unmatched, and quickly reorganized his body, his face full of incredible colors.

On the breath, on coercion, on the realm, the figure of the first son of the Son, is similar to this patriarch of the Dayan ancient clan.

But why did the strength he exerted differ so much that he could smash his primordial body with a single palm?

"what is that?"

The power of Xiao Ye's soul was surging, and the eyes became deeper, and a mysterious flame was captured from the position of the other party's chest.

This flame is very peculiar. It is not flaming. It does not contain any rules, but it seems to have burned for millions of years and has the momentum of universal respect.

"Is it because of this flame?" When Xiao Ye was horrified, the Patriarch of the Dayan ancient clan had once again been pressed.

Under the watchful eye of Xiao Ye, the flame at the opponent's chest escaped a ray of flame and circulated throughout the body, making this palm shatter his primal body again.

"Is it true?"

Xiao Ye reshaped his body again, his face pale.

At this moment, the endless Dao pattern on his body had begun to dim, and the marks of the Xianxian Xianxian Dao around the body also disappeared.

At the same time, he withdrew from that wonderful state, and once again fell to the real heavenly Lord Realm, and even the Holy Lord's original source was squandered for more than half.

Although Xiao Ye's Taihe Daoist body was a great success, but his holy pattern was too unnatural and could not be maintained for too long.

"Has the realm fallen?" The patriarch of the Dayan ancient clan gazed with a trace of sarcasm, as if ridiculing Xiao Ye's inexplicable power, and once again probed and killed.

"How about the realm falling?"

"As long as you are still in the pinnacle of the Holy Order, Xiao Ye will have the power of a battle!" Xiao Ye gritted his teeth fiercely, and at the same time, the Nine Veins Holy Path on the tenth stairway surged at the same time, quickly returning to the ancestor and turning into time The word swept through.

"Give me time to speed up!"

Xiao Ye shouted, hollowing out the space he was in, countless starlights surging wildly, the sun rising and sunset, the years of prosperity and the passing away, a glance of years.

"Xiao Ye, stop. You have done enough for the temple. You haven't entered the divine land yet. It's too bad to fight with the Dayan ancient patriarch."

"The temple can disappear, but you can't have an accident."

At this moment, a wonderful sound came from the temple, and a tall woman walked out of it.

She fluttered in a snow-white dress, gently fluttering, and outlined the perfect body to the extreme.

The golden mask that was originally worn on the face was gone, revealing a thrilling beautiful face, with a distressing pale color.

Xuanyuan appeared.

As soon as she appeared, she moved sideways to Xiao Ye, and her jade hand crossed the void, trying to block Xiao Ye's blow.

(The second one is coming!)