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Creatures from fifteen camps have gone through some scuffles, and although there have been losses, there are still as many as three thousand strong men who have broken through the blockade of the Dark Demon Beast.

Especially among the wing gods, Taishen, and Dharma gods, those who are qualified to claim to be the gods in the midst of the heavenly gods have only fallen four, and the impact is not great. The overall strength is still strong.

"Xiao Ye, your skill is really not small!"

Under the leadership of the anti-heaven-level median Taoshen, more than 3,000 creatures stared at Xiao Ye, who was fighting fiercely with Luo Kui.

They made no reservations and exploded into monstrous prestige, ready to join forces to kill Xiao Ye.

call out!

At such a critical moment, suddenly the earthquake shook and saw a ray of purple light sweeping from far away.

It was an ancient **** river with hundreds of feet in length bursting down from the sky and intercepted directly in front of these three thousand strong men.

"what?"

At this moment, not only these strong men, even Xiao Ye was slightly surprised.

Looking up, I saw a creature in the distance.

This creature was dressed in white, and there were purple lights circulating on the body of half-human and half-beast. There were four avenues of gods, demons, deprivations, and eternal life surging. Italian, moving towards here.

"It's Fengruoye of the ancient **** group!"

At this moment, the creatures of the 15 camps all changed their expressions slightly and recognized the comers.

In the chaotic world, the ancient **** lineage is extraordinary, it is the most top.

Many of the Wings, Taishen, and Dharma Gods have entered the superimposed battlefield this time, and there are a lot of anti-heaven-level median gods, not to mention ancient gods?

Except for Xiao Ye, there are estimated to be as many as twenty people at these levels. They come from different ancient gods. They have long years of practice and are extremely powerful.

In the past tens of thousands of years, various large groups have joined forces to launch blood washings on ancient **** disciples in the Battlefield of the Permian.

The disciples of ancient gods of various roads are indeed suffering heavy losses, but most of the anti-celestial median gods have not died out, but are scattered throughout the Permian battlefield.

This windy leaf is one of them.

Who would have expected that the other party would appear at this time?

"How can our ancient disciples tolerate you to join hands to bully?"

Feng Ruoye's teleportation, the words cold, directly showed his intentions, even wanted to protect Xiao Ye.

"Humph!"

"Feng Ruoye, do you think it's up to you to stop me waiting? You are begging for death!"

An anti-celestial mid-level Dao God walked out. He had the power to shake Taixu and empty every word, very terrifying, and the seven-star Taishen blood line broke out, and it was like this.

"Oh, who is farting, saying that my ancient **** group, only Brother Feng Ruoye?"

If Feng Ruoye hadn't started yet, an overbearing laughter rang out.

The sound waves were looming, and a huge purple crystal was beating vaguely, bursting into a terrifying wave of terror, coming across the sky, directly smashing the fluctuation of the seven-star Taishen lineage.

I saw a thin figure in the West.

This is also a disciple of an ancient god. The difference is that the other party has the seven-star ancient **** blood, and has been refined to a great achievement. The power erupted is shocking, causing a disturbance in the field.

This is also an anti-celestial median Taoist **** of an ancient **** group, whose strength is more terrifying than that of the wind.

Moreover, this is just the beginning.

boom! boom!

Like a chain reaction, near this fierce battlefield, there are purple lights rising, turning into a majestic beam of light for nine days.

In each beam of light, there is a disciple of ancient gods standing upright. They are magnificent and sturdy, and they are all capable of throwing their hands.

From a glance, layers of purple **** clouds quickly enveloped toward the land of fierce battle, and the ancient **** blood lineage that spread out swept away.

"This... so many ancient disciples came out?"

Facing this shocking picture, the creatures in the Permian battlefield were all trembling and almost suffocated.

Over the years, the disciples of the ancient gods have been oppressed, making them somewhat neglected, and the blood of the ancient gods is terrible.

In just a few dozen breaths, beside Feng Ruoye, there were eighteen more ancient disciples.

They either have the seven-star ancient **** lineage, or they all have a profound understanding of Chaos Avenue. Without exception, they are all inverse heaven-level median gods.

They replaced the position of the dark demon beast and guarded around Xiao Ye.

boom!

It was another collision of supernatural powers. Both Xiao Ye and Luo Kui backed away from each other, and both of them suffered great losses.

"This"

There was a trace of purple blood in the corner of Xiao Ye's mouth. At the moment, his heart was trembling, and his eyes were all flushed.

These sudden appearances of ancient **** disciples came from different ancient gods. He didn't know him. He hadn't contacted him on weekdays, even in the boundary between ancient gods and ethnic groups.

But now, they all came one after another to guard him.

Because they are all part of the ancient **** group!

At this moment, Xiao Yezheng really had a strong sense of belonging to the ancient **** group.

"Before the hunt for tens of thousands of years, it is difficult for you to find you hiding in Tibet."

"Now all of you have taken the initiative to show up, but it saves me a lot of time!"

Luo Kui's face, however, appeared ugly.

In the chaotic world, the Wing God and the Ancient God have been fighting for a long time, and the disciples under their doors are also natural opponents.

This time entering the Battlefield of the Permian, Luo Kui had planned to massacre the disciples of the ancient gods.

Now that all the major ethnic groups and the top median Taoist gods are present, he is naturally willing to take advantage of this and wipe out these ancient **** disciples.

"Luo Kui, you are too naive to think!"

Han Ye flashed in Xiao Ye's eyes.

Luo Kui is indeed very strong. Although he cannot defeat the opponent, the opponent can't help him.

At this moment, Xiao Ye raised his palm, and suddenly four purple flags rushed out of his hand and inserted into the Sifang void in the distance.

"Since you want to fight, then our ancient **** group will accompany you!"

Xiao Ye urged the four small flags in the air, and turned into the Four Treasure God Banner Array, with countless patterns flashing, condensing hundreds of figures, rushing towards Luo Kui.

More than a dozen ancient disciples came to help him, so that his pressure was greatly reduced, and perhaps he could turn things around.

"Roar!"

At the same time, the dark demon mark in Xiao Ye's eyebrows glowed, leaving the more than five thousand dark demon beasts under control again, killing those three thousand creatures.

"Good boy, there is still time to fight back at this time, then I can't show weakness, we can be crushed hard enough in these years!"

"Xiao Ye is too strong, I am not happy, but as a disciple of ancient gods, he cannot fall in this way."

Nineteen ancient **** disciples laughed when they saw this, and broke out into the sky, and at the same time they started.

(The third one is coming!)