Among the eight sage masters dispatched by the ancient Dayan clan, there are three real heavenly ranks and five great heavenly ranks. Such a lineup is extremely powerful and enough to push those weak races.

But unfortunately, what they met was Fusang, the legendary lord of the Ye Mei race.

Rumble!

The aura of the Holy Way of Death spread across the universe, as if countless surging rivers were rushing, suppressing the people of all worlds, looking down on them, constantly attacking these eight sage masters, suppressing them at a disadvantage.

The most miserable thing is the Holy Lord of Huadu.

He was hit hard and his strength was not as good as the eight sage masters of the same clan. Under the aura of death, his body quickly declined and his vitality was rapidly losing.

The Lord of Lieyin and others ignored him at all.

"ah!"

Amid the shrill screams, the body of the Holy Lord of Huadu cracked, like a dry ground, losing all his breath, gradually turning into ashes and dissipating between the sky and the earth.

The Holy Lord of Huadu, Fall!

"Star Master, Saint Lord Nixia, as the head of the temple, do you have to stand by and watch!" Saint Lord Liyin felt sad and sad in his heart, and he couldn't help but roar.

The eight powerful lords of the Holy Lord of Fusang were suppressed and firmly held back. What's more, there are also lords of the Night Charm race nearby, and they are like wild beasts in prison and are unable to break free.

"Lord of the Sing, you remember now that we are the temple masters. Have you ever taken me seriously just now?"

The four leaders of the Human Tribe Temple all sneered, but left a word and retreated and returned to the Human Tribe's camp.

They began to feel angry about the Lord of Split Sound.

Moreover, depending on the other party's appearance, they could also guess that the fall of Mei Qing'ao was related to the Dayan Ancient Clan.

If that's the case, why should they wade into the muddy water?

"you!"

As soon as this statement came out, the Lord of the Lieyin breathed and said nothing to refute, and was overwhelmed by the vast saint of death.

Without foreign aid, after a bloody battle, the eight sage lords of the Dayan Ancient Clan began to fall, and three sage lords of the Great Heaven were killed one after another.

The powerful Holy Lord of the Ye Mei race also participated in the battle, which made the powerful people of the Dayan Ancient Clan even more in danger and suffered heavy damage.

Immediately afterwards, another true heavenly lord was bombarded and killed.

The eight sage lords of the ancient Dayan clan came together, and now they have lost half of them.

The most powerful Saint Lord Rising Yin was unwilling to yell. Gray bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, as if crazy, and even sacrificed five weapons of the Saint Lord of the True Heaven at the same time, cutting through the space and trying to break the world.

"snort!"

The Holy Lord Fusang just snorted coldly and also sacrificed a small yellow flag, fluttering in the wind, as if he had opened the gate of hell, shaking the chaotic void. It actually caused the five Holy Lord weapons sacrificed by the Holy Lord Rising Sound to cry out, and then fell from the void and lost all the Taoist rhymes.

This small flag contains the universe and emits hazy light, directly sucking all the four holy masters of the Dayan Ancient Clan.

"What a terrible weapon!" Xiao Ye's pupils shrank.

The small flag sacrificed by the Holy Lord of Fusang was even more powerful than the weapon of the Holy Lord of the True Heaven. This was the first time he saw the other party urging him.

Sure enough, among the Three Thousand Realms, such powerful people should not be underestimated, and they must have a trump card to save their lives.

"Son of Taichu, I will find out the truth. If this matter is still related to you, even if there is the Saint Emperor of Heavenly Silkworm, I will not let you go."

The Holy Lord Fusang put away the small flag, looked at Xiao Ye, and then walked around and disappeared in an instant.

In fact, judging from the reactions of the holy masters of the ancient Dayan clan, he had some speculation in his mind, otherwise he would not have left directly.

"It's over." Xiao Ye smiled.

With the power of the Holy Lord Fusang, he captured the Holy Lord Litian and others. It is probably not difficult to get the truth.

And the Saint Lord Litian and others must have little chance of life, and he can be said to have avenged great revenge.

"As long as the Holy Lord of Fusang finds out the truth, I'm afraid the Ye Mei race will withdraw its troops."

"I understand the Holy Lord, the leader of the Night Charm race. He alone may not have the courage to continue to fight with the human race."

The Saint Emperor Tiancan came over and spoke.

Xiao Ye nodded.

The Holy Lord of Fusang is used to being alone. He launched a war just to find the enemy who killed Mei Qing'ao and find out the truth. How could he continue to go to war with the human race?

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Ye left in the sky and returned to the human camp.

The Saint Emperor Tiancan did not leave immediately, but chose to stay and watch the show.

Soon, the turmoil in the Nandou Realm spread, causing turmoil among all major human forces.

Although the ancient Dayan clan has a deep foundation, such losses may be difficult for them to accept.

Three days later, the Holy Lord of Fusang disappeared from the Nandou Realm.

Immediately afterwards, the powerful force created by the ancient Dayan clan, the King's Sect, was directly washed away by blood. The blood flowed into a river and the corpses accumulated like mountains.

The Lord of the Regal Sect was beaten up and there was only one wreckage left.

At the same time, four very vivid corpses of the Holy Lord were left behind, which were the Holy Lord Rifting and others.

"Dayan Ancient Clan, you kill my personal disciples and cut off my inheritance of incense. This revenge will be revenged."

Someone saw with his own eyes that the figure of the Holy Lord of Fusang appeared, and his body was surrounded by the breath of the Holy Way of Death, crossing the void.

The tragedy of the Regal Sect was like a shocking storm, which made many people tremble and burst into an uproar.

The Holy Lord Fusang has already locked in the murderer who killed Mei Qing'ao, which is the Holy Lord from the ancient Dayan clan, so is he going to start a liquidation?

This is exactly the case.

If a foreign saint lord brings bloody storm in the human territories, the human saint temple will naturally not allow it.

The Dayan Ancient Clan also launched a battle, but in the next year, the Dayan Ancient Clan was still two powerful saints, killed by the Fusang Holy Lord, and even affected many saints and holy kings.

"The Dayan Ancient Clan has suffered heavy losses."

"It really deserves it, they asked for it."

...

In the Nandou Realm, Xuanxiao, Zhantian Holy Lord and others laughed when they heard the news.

Xiao Ye smiled slightly when he heard this.

As the legendary lord, the Holy Lord Fusang is going to take revenge, which is enough for the Dayan Ancient Clan to have a headache.

With the departure of the Holy Lord of Fusang, the army of the Ye Mei race also withdrew from the Nandou Realm one after another, and the war with the human race has been completely extinguished.

They were planning to leave, too.

"Son of Taichu!"

Suddenly, a pretty woman with short hair suddenly teleported in front of Xiao Ye.

"Um?"

"Mr. Nixia!"

Xiao Ye quickly got up and bowed with his fists.

This woman is not simple, she is one of the heads of the temple and is already a powerful true heavenly lord.

"A day ago, the Holy Lord Fusang who took revenge on the Dayan Ancient Clan was severely injured. This person is from the Dayan Ancient Clan, so you must be careful!"

The Holy Lord Nixia said slowly with a serious tone.
Chapter completed!