Shenlong nodded slightly and said, "You are right. Fellow Daoist Yang has refined a drop of essence and blood from me, and his strength has improved greatly."

Hearing what Shenlong said in person, Phoenix and Qilin looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes. Then Phoenix sighed slightly and said, "It's worthy of being a son of heaven. It's indeed extraordinary. I'm afraid that fellow Taoists will become gods and master the power to subvert the rules."

The Son of Heavenly Given is not just a title. As Yang Yi's strength improves, he feels more and more that once he merges into the throne and becomes a god, he will master the power that the Son of Heavenly Given should have, that is, the power to subvert the rules.

Rules, this is the power given to this world by the way of heaven, but the way of heaven does not have the power to undo the rules, so it is necessary to lower the son of heaven to subvert the rules, destroy the gods, and create new rules and orders.

Any gods born from this rule will never be able to give birth to rules and order. Therefore, even if the four great gods have not returned to the position of the gods, they have the protection of the rules. No matter the angel lord, the dragon, the phoenix, the kirin and others, they dare not act rashly, because no matter how strong they are, they cannot compete with the rules.

Yang Yi is different. He is the son of God. Once he becomes a god, he has the power to subvert the rules. These things are no longer a secret in the circle of high-ranking gods like Phoenix, because billions of years ago, when the first son of God appeared, he had the power to subvert the rules, so he fought with the four great gods in an indissoluble manner.

"Okay, let's talk about the Angel clan now. What's the situation now? Has the Angel Lord appeared?"

Shenlong asked anxiously that his Shenlong clan suffered heavy losses this time and his vitality was severely damaged. Naturally, he hated the angel master to the core.

Phoenix pondered for a moment and whispered: "The Lord of the Angels did not appear, but the eight guardian gods under his command appeared. These eight guardian gods are all superior gods, extremely powerful. They led the angel clan to rush in and captured the borders of our three clans in almost a moment. If Qilin and I were not here immediately, I would be afraid that the consequences would be unimaginable."

The Qilin's expression also seemed quite heavy. The overall strength of the Angel clan was already stronger than that of the three clans. Now it was a sudden attack, so it was naturally progressing rapidly.

"Eight guardian gods? Humph, you both are dignified high-ranking gods. Are you afraid of the eight superior gods? Since you have arrived, why not kill them in one fell swoop?"

Shenlong said with some dissatisfaction that among the three tribes, the Shenlong clan suffered the most heavy losses. He kept breathing in his heart, so he became angry frequently.

Phoenix was not dissatisfied, but shook his head slightly and whispered: "This matter is not possible. When we came here, we once wanted to take action, but we always felt that there was a gaze watching us, and there was a trace of danger. It was precisely because of this that we did not take action, just because we were afraid that the angel master would hide in it. Once we took action, he would wait for an opportunity to attack."

How sharp is the feeling of a high-level god like the Phoenix? It is of course extraordinary, and it is not just a phoenix, but even the Qilin also has this feeling, so it is very wise for them not to take action.

The Dragon is quite clear about the Lord of the Angel. Perhaps other gods will be cautious and will not attack sneak attacks, but the Lord of the Angel is definitely an anomaly. As long as he can improve his strength and achieve his goal, he will almost do whatever he can to achieve his goal. The sneak attack will seem ordinary for the Lord of the Angel.

Therefore, Phoenix and Qilin feel such a dangerous feeling, and it is also a prudent thing to dare not take action.

After pondering for a while, the dragon was filled with spirit and said, "Okay, now the three of us have gathered together. The Japanese throne in Ming took action personally. I can only deal with the superior gods. There are also several fellow Taoists who have put the formation on me. Humph, it is not that easy for the angel master to attack."

The dragon's body exuded a wave of murderous intent, which made people feel heartbroken. As the peak of the high-ranking god, he was extremely ancient gods and the eight superior gods, he was indeed not in his eyes.

Phoenix also smiled slightly and said, "That's what we think. We are here waiting for fellow Shenlong to come. The three of us can help. In this case, even if the angel master plays any tricks, it will be of no use."

"Yes, I'll see you tomorrow. If the angel master really succeeds in practicing the art of concealing the sky, hum, I want to see if there is some power of the God Lord."

The group discussed carefully a few points and then discussed countermeasures, and everything was decided tomorrow.

Although Shenlong and others were discussing to fight with the eight guardian gods tomorrow, the battle between the angel clan and the Shenlong, Phoenix and Kirin did not stop, almost day and night, and hundreds of cultivators died every moment, and the terrifying evil aura condensed into evil clouds in the void, which made people feel heartbroken.

If these evil clouds are not forcibly expelled, they will stay here and will not dissipate for tens of thousands of years. Many cultivators will appear.

Yang Yi's figure suddenly came to the sky above the battlefield. He saw endless blood floating, and the bloody smell continued to condense, becoming evil spirits. These evil spirits kept rolling, and there were also terrifying howling sounds of ghosts and wolves.

Yang Yi had seen many bloody killings, but the fierce battles of hundreds of thousands or millions of monks, and each one was a master of the Heavenly Venerable. The time and space were smashed to pieces, but they quickly returned to their original state. In the eyes of the gods, these monks were no different from those poor ants. Even if they were all killed in battle, the gods would not have any mercy.

"If you don't become a god, you will eventually be an ant!"

Yang Yi understood this sentence more deeply. If he was not the son of God, if his strength had not improved by leaps and bounds, he would have the ability to overwhelm the gods. I am afraid that he is one of the many monks below and is still fighting for his life.

"Yeah? Long Aotian? Holy Dragon Tribe?"

Yang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly. He saw that there were several powerful men below who were struggling to support them. In front of them, there were several great angels who joined forces to pray for the arrival of their power, suppressing the several great lords to the death, as if they were almost unable to hold on.

Among these great heavenly priests, there is one person, Yang Yi, who is very familiar with it. It was Long Aotian, the leader of the Holy Dragon Tribe. Yang Yi even helped the Holy Dragon Tribe destroy the Jinyun Tribe.

"The Angel clan launched a large-scale attack, and no one in the Shenlong clan could survive, so the giant tribe was naturally the first to bear the brunt."

Yang Yi also knew that after a command from the Dragon Dragon, no one in the Dragon clan dared to disobey, because it was a noble god and the ancestor of the Dragon Clan, so it was not uncommon for the Dragon Tribe to appear here.

Yang Yi has done his best to do the Holy Dragon Tribe, but Yang Yi is a nostalgic person. Although the Holy Dragon Tribe was suspected of using Yang Yi, it provided Yang Yi with many earth stones, and even took Yang Yi to the battlefield of the gods, giving Yang Yi the opportunity to transform.

It can be said that Yang Yi's rapid growth began with entering the battlefield of the gods, and all of this was because of the Holy Dragon Tribe. The cause and effect between Yang Yi and the Holy Dragon Tribe was quite serious.

"Since you see it, you can't sit idly!"

Yang Yi saw that Long Aotian was already in danger. If Yang Yi didn't see it, it would be fine, but since he had seen it, it would naturally be impossible to sit idly by.

"Immortal ** Seal!"

Yang Yi used the Immortal Seal, and the huge magic seal was overwhelming, pressing down hard like Mount Tai, almost covering thousands of feet. Many powerful people felt a pressure they could not resist and looked at the void in horror.

"God, it was the god who took action. Did the gods of my God Dragon clan take action?"

"What a terrifying handprint. This is a slap at the Angels clan. It must be that our reinforcements have arrived, and the gods have finally taken action."

"Kill, they had eight guardian gods before, but now, the gods and masters in our three tribes finally felt that killing them, driving them all out. This is the territory of our tribe!"

Yang Yi did not expect that he took action at will just to save Long Aotian, but he gave these monks great confidence. For a moment, they all began to fight desperately and began to counterattack one after another.

"Bang"

Yang Yi was unmoved and the huge magic seal was taken directly. Whether it was the archangel or some other angels, they were instantly annihilated under this magic seal, and even a trace of breath was not left. Yang Yi turned his hand and destroyed hundreds of angels.

Long Aotian was still a little frightened and at the same time, he was glad that it was fortunate that a god had taken action, otherwise he would be in danger.

As a noble god, Long Aotian dared not look directly at it, so he did not notice it at all. The god he admired and thanked in his heart was Yang Yi.

Yang Yi crossed a little, then walked through tens of thousands of feet away, and went directly to Long Aotian, and smiled and said, "Chief of the Dragon Clan, do you still remember the old friend?"

Long Aotian was shocked when he saw the god with great power appear just now, but he didn't expect the god to ask him with a smile.

"Old friend?"

Long Aotian raised his head and looked at Yang Yi carefully. Suddenly, his heart was shocked, and a familiar face suddenly came to his mind. Long Aotian was a little surprised and he looked excited and pointed at Yang Yi and said, "You... Fellow Daoist Yang?"

Long Aotian seemed a little unbelievable. The powerful god in front of him, who exuded boundless power, slapped more than ten great angels to death with one palm, was actually Yang Yi, who served as the elder of his Holy Dragon Tribe?

This is really incredible and incredible!
Chapter completed!