This young man in black robe is Xiao Ye's true deity.

The ten great holy bodies and the holy bodies of heaven and fortune are originally one and the soul of his deity. The deity naturally knows everything they encounter.

"Quick, fast, fast!"

Xiao Ye stood up, disappeared directly into the Hall of the Saints, and rushed towards the Nandou Realm.

If there are saints of major ancient clans here, they will definitely be shocked.

Because Xiao Ye's teleportation degree is too exaggerated!

At this time, the Nandou Realm was already shrouded in fear and anxiety, and all the warriors in the Realm were trembling, silent.

Eight more saints came from the ancient clan through the teleportation array!

A total of twenty ancient tribe saints!

This is definitely a terrifying number, which was accumulated by the human race after many epochs.

But no one was excited and cheered.

Because when the war between the two tribes of the human race broke out, there were no so many holy masters in the human race.

Now we are gathering together to deal with the human demon supreme Xiao Ye. As a passerby, we all feel very sad and angry.

Six of the twenty ancient saints stopped Xiaobai tightly, and the remaining fourteen moved together, like fourteen unsurpassed mountains, lying in the universe, constantly attacking tens of thousands of miles.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of the holy path resounded through the nine heavens, and the terrifying and terrifying light formed various holy methods, cutting out countless Taoist rules, and the power of attack shocked the world and rushed in all directions.

Puff!

Puff!

...

At this moment, billions of starry sky were shattered, and all the creatures mobilized by Xiao Ye's ten holy bodies were shattered, and his eyebrows were cracked, and his holy bones were shattered inch by inch, and his mouth was squirting blood and retreating for dozens of miles.

After relied on the Holy Path of Spring and recovering from the injuries, the origin of these ten holy bodies surged, and they grew up again, and were fearless to face the fourteen holy masters.

"It's really tenacious enough to mobilize the origin so unscrupulously."

"I want to see how many times you can reshape."

"Tell me what your deity is, and don't resist stubbornly anymore."

...

The fourteen saints were either indifferent or surprised, like hunters struggling before their prey died.

At this moment, there is no suspense at all. It is only a matter of time before Xiao Ye’s ten holy bodies falls.

Although the origin of the Holy Lord is dozens of times stronger than that of the Holy King, it will eventually dry up.

At the same time, through the fight, they all appeared, and Xiao Ye's original deity was not among them.

"Mr. Xiao, don't worry about us anymore, you can fight out by yourself!"

"Mr. Xiao, you are the hope of our true spiritual lineage. Don't sacrifice for us."

...

The eyes of the warriors of the True Spirit lineage were red. Seeing Xiao Ye’s ten holy bodies being crushed again and again, they exclaimed in grief.

The pressure of the gathering of the fourteen saints was so terrifying that even the two great saints, Taiyin and Chunyang, could not take care of themselves, and they would turn into ashes at any time.

They can survive until now because of Xiao Ye’s ten holy bodies.

Seeing Xiao Ye as if he was flying into a fire, perhaps releasing the last light in his life, how could they not worry?

"Does this guy really think he is the savior?"

Nangong Xingyu's eyes flashed and he kept roaring, trying to fight the Invincible Emperor. The peerless Empress rushed forward to help, but as soon as she got up, she was suppressed to death.

Many ancient tribe saints were watching all this coldly.

Xiao Ye showed that after the potential of Yue Shengzi level was already destined, even if there were any twists and turns in the middle.

"snort!"

"Do you really think your ten holy bodies can compete with me? Don't be so real. If we hadn't kept the bottom line just to know your true identity, the battle would have ended long ago."

"But not only do you not be grateful, but you challenged our patience again and again." At this moment, a saint stepped forward and shouted coldly.

A huge crescent moon rose behind him, which is Dayan

The Qingteng Saint of the ancient tribe, the bronze battle suit on his body, was shining with a cold luster and a cold face.

He approached forward step by step, walking very slowly, and his crimson eyes suddenly looked at the warrior of the True Spirit lineage.

"Since you are not effective, let your tribe members get on the way first."

A beam of light appeared in the hands of the Qingteng Saint Lord, which was ten feet long and quickly turned into a dragon spear, which was intimidating and wanted to attack the warriors of the True Spirit lineage.

"This Qingviao Saint is too shameless!"

Everyone was shocked.

The existence of the Saint-level existence attacked a group of warriors who had just transformed into saints and spiritual levels? It was so disgusting.

Buzz!

The dragon spear in the hand of the Qingteng Saint Lord penetrated the void like lightning and penetrated forward, like a ball of lightning bursting.

This shot was too domineering, shining brightly in the sky, no one could open his eyes, the divine power was beyond the constraints of space, and could vaguely see that Xiao Ye's ten holy bodies rushed over quickly, trying to block the shot.

Rumble!

The entire Nandou Realm is slowly turbulent.

When all the fluctuations disappeared, Xiao Ye's ten holy bodies were all shattered and suffered heavy damage again, and almost all the origin was dried up.

As for the warriors of the True Spirit lineage, several rays of blood rose into the sky, and Taiyin and Pure Yang all coughed up blood.

"Old Zuo, Old Jin!" Xiao Fan was seriously injured and his eyes were red.

After Xiao Ye left Zhenling Great 6, he became the leader of the Wuji Alliance.

The two elders who assisted him and managed the Wuji Sect turned into dust at this moment, and even the bodies were not left behind. Almost all the remaining people were seriously injured.

"this……"

Everyone was stunned.

Xiao Ye's ten saints carried most of the power of this shot. The two great saints, Taiyin and Chunyang, joined forces to resist the aftermath, but there were still casualties.

On the one hand, the Qingteng Saint Lord is too strong, but on the other hand, most of the warriors of the True Spirit lineage are too fragile.

"Made, do you really think I, Wuji Emperor, can be bullied?"

Xiaobai was also crazy, and his blood in his body seemed to be burning.

"Um?"

"I just killed two small reptiles of the spirit level? This time, let's see how many they can kill."

The Qingteng Saint's expression was still cold, so he was about to take action again.

Suddenly, the body of the Qingteng Saint trembled, as if he had noticed something, and he acted like a sudden move.

At the same time, in the starry sky, Xiao Ye's ten holy bodies that were shattered seemed to be relieved and breathed a sigh of relief, and clasped his fists in a certain direction.

"I am!"

"I am!"

...

At this moment, the starry sky suddenly became quiet and everyone became dull.

Judging from this, is it Xiao Ye’s real person here?

"It's still late."

"I, Xiao Ye, entered the Three Thousand Realms to gain a foothold, protect my family, friends, and protect real spiritual beings."

"But now, there are still people who have passed away because of me, Xiao Ye feels ashamed."

A very sad word resounded slowly.

"Don't worry, the Dayan Ancient Clan killed me, the two of my Zhenlings, and then I will let the Dayan Saint Son and the Saint Lord come to bury you with you."

The words suddenly changed, and were cold and swept through the starry sky.
Chapter completed!