It was a strong and upright man with a look of indifferent expression on his face, and just standing there casually made people feel like they were facing the vast sea, unfathomable.

He was clearly right in front of him, but he seemed to be in a very distant place, elusive and elusive, and his personal temperament was so outstanding.

This man was Xiao Ye who was watching the battle from a distance and was very pleased to discover the growth of the True Spirit lineage over the years.

But when he saw the Holy Lord of the Zhongtian position appeared in the Ancient Dayan clan, he naturally would not sit idly by.

"He...why is he so much like that person!"

"Although it has changed a lot, it looks exactly the same. What's going on?"

"Why did the person who fell a thousand years ago suddenly appear!"

...

When Yue Ye and the group of the Dayan Ancient Clan were surprised and confused, many of the people attracted by the fierce battle were shocked and exclaimed.

Back then, the name was so dazzling. It was truly famous in the Three Thousand Worlds. It spread throughout all major races. No one didn’t know that it truly possessed the style of a leader and was praised by many powerful and giants of other races.

Many people in the human race have also seen their true appearance, and they overlap without any obstacles with the face of the person in front of them.

Taichu Saint Son, Xiao Ye!

This is an impossible person, why did he come to the world again? Now that he appears again, it can shake the sky and make the entire starry sky shake three times!

You know, the Holy Lord of Huadu, the ancient Dayan clan, never gave him a trace of vitality.

"Soul Son of Taichu, Xiao Ye!"

The screams around were not loud, but when they were heard by young powerful people from the Dayan Ancient Clan, their souls were trembling.

Most of them had never faced Xiao Ye before. When they returned, Xiao Ye had already died, so they only heard of his name and never saw a real person.

"You are really the Holy Son of Taichu? This is impossible. Under the help of the Holy Lord of Huadu, you will never survive. Who is the rat? You dare to pretend to be a dead person. Are you not afraid of being infected with the forbidden cause and effect?"

The cold light surged in Yueye's eyes, and the snow on his waist danced, making a questioning sound.

In a battle a thousand years ago, even if Xiao Ye could survive, he would definitely have big problems. How could he return and even the Holy Lord of Fire Spirit be killed?

This is simply impossible!

"Since it's a dead person, what's there to pretend to be?"

"I remember you once said that even if I was resurrected, you could cut me off with your own hands. Now that I am here, you are questioning my identity. It's ridiculous." Xiao Ye stared at Yue Ye indifferently and said coldly.

"Everyone, no matter who this person is, I'm afraid he won't show mercy to our subordinates. Only by working together can we fight out!"

Yue Ye forced herself to calm down and shouted.

At this moment, the young powerful people of the Dayan Ancient Clan were responding, urging their strength to the peak, holding holy weapons in their hands, breaking the sky with noise, making the vast universe tremble, and a breath that surpasses the nine heavens swept and turbulent.

They are all geniuses from other eras. Although their realm is lower than Yueye, they are also very strong. They have been tempered there and their strength is very terrible. Now they join forces and just want to escape, without any intention of fighting.

The other party even killed the Holy Lord of Fire Spirit, let alone them?

"escape?"

Xiao Ye moved, his expression became cold, as if there was no emotional fluctuation, he became more and more ruthless, and he took action decisively.

In just a moment, he had already shaken away dozens of weapons, including a dragon sword engraved with supreme Taoist patterns.

Even Xiao Ye made every move, and all the ways of heaven and earth seemed to resonate with the holy patterns on his body, which made these young powerful people tremble, as if they were not under control.

Puff!

At this moment, Xiao Ye was violent, like a bloodthirsty demon lord, his body was filled with chaotic mist, with the pattern of the holy path trembling, and his pair of flesh palms were like the most powerful holy weapon between heaven and earth. Anyone who escaped in the front would be divided into pieces and exploded with a bang.

Blood and bones flew up everywhere. This was a bloody scene, which made people furious and frightened. There was no way to find an enemy, and it was harvested like straw.

"Whoever carries the holy weapons of our tribe will be detonated, don't keep them!" Yue Ye roared, his mind shaking.

He has a high opinion of himself, but he has to admit that this is not a battle of the same level at all. If this continues, no one will be able to get rid of it.

As he said that, a terrifying holy weapon had already flown out of his space ring.

This is a weapon of the Holy Lord of the Small Heavenly Territory, and was given by the Holy Lord of the Ancient Clan of Dayan. At this moment, in order to save his life, I don’t care about so much.

Boom!

Yue Ye forcibly detonated this holy weapon. The terrifying energy swept against the Nine Heavens, and he could completely kill any holy master in seconds.

But he couldn't do anything. The strong and tall figure was slowly walking towards this side. He actually stepped on all the terrifying energy storms, unscathed, and just crossed directly.

"This...how is this possible!"

Yue Ye widened his eyes, his face full of horror.

Even if a Holy Lord weapon cannot kill Xiao Ye, it can at least shake the other party back!

Immediately afterwards, his sight and mind were swallowed by the boundless darkness and lost the breath of life.

This was simply a massacre. All the geniuses lying on their feet were trained by the ancient tribe of the Dayan tribe, and they were all killed by Xiao Ye in one personality.

The blood was dripping on the ground, the red mist was floating, and the smell of blood was very strong, like a hellish scene.

In the distance, there was only silence and many people saw this shocking scene.

Those who used such cruel means to attack the ancient tribe of Dayan, looking at the entire Three Thousand Realms, may be the one who is only a thousand-year-old man, have such courage and courage.

These bloodsucking blood seemed to be swearing something.

The saint son of Taichu, Xiao Ye, did not disappear, but returned instead!

"Father...father?"

Xiao Nian opened her mouth wide and was stunned. Bingya was also trembling with her delicate body, covering her red lips in disbelief, and two lines of clear tears flowed down.

"leaf!"

The Invincible Emperor, the Peerless Empress, the Invincible Emperor and other warriors of the True Spirit lineage all opened their eyes wide, and there was moisture rising in their eyes.

If it weren't for Xiao Ye, it would be difficult for them to gain a foothold in the Three Thousand Worlds, let alone achieve what they have today. The other party has long been the backbone in their hearts.

Now that they saw Xiao Ye again, they hesitated for a moment.

Apart from that huge psychological impact, the most important thing is that Xiao Ye in front of him is like a supreme existence that surpasses the heavens and all worlds, with extraordinary momentum. His cold eyes are completely different from those back then. A gaze can penetrate the mind, as if he has changed his mind.

"It's me, I'm back."

"You have suffered over the years."

The indifference on Xiao Ye's face disappeared, replaced by a gentle smile, and his eyes also became wet, facing everyone in the True Spirit lineage.

The growth of these people made him feel both gratified and distressed.

"The sky has eyes. Not only did the Holy Son of our clan not fall, but he successfully returned to his position!" The Great Saint Xuanxiao raised his head and roared, crying and laughing.
Chapter completed!