Xiao Ye had already caused great trouble when the Dark Star Realm broke through. This time he returned to the Three Thousand Realms and showed the realm of the True Heavenly Holy Lord, which directly triggered a tremendous vision. The entire Three Thousand Realms were in turmoil, and there were a large number of heaven and earth powers attracted, resulting in blessings.

Xiao Ye looked like a god, with a majestic power, breaking the nine heavens, and the unparalleled power of the Holy Lord penetrated the universe, covering tens of thousands of miles, and all the seven ancient clans were screaming, and the sound of the bodies and holy bones shattering were connected into one piece.

In just less than ten breaths, more than twenty powerful people at the level of the Holy Lord fell, and even the Holy Lord of the True Heavenly Territory could not withstand it and was severely injured.

"Is the Holy Son of Taichu who ascended the true heaven, and has become so terrible?"

At this moment, everyone felt a suffocating fear in their hearts. They couldn't speak, and the entire starry sky fell into silence.

It took only a few hundred years to cross the natural barrier and complete the transformation of the true heavenly throne. This is already terrible enough.

But the strength shown by Xiao Ye is even more terrifying.

You should know that among the seven ancient tribes, there are at least twenty people in the same realm as Xiao Ye, but they are all suppressed by Xiao Ye, and the gap is so big that it is immeasurable.

What is invincibility?

This is invincible!

Even the first generation of saints standing on the ancient tribe's holy monument were shocked.

They vaguely guessed why Gai Qingcang had such a strange reaction.

"Lord Di Wuchen, Lord Xuanlong, are you okay?"

Xiao Ye was overwhelmed by the power of endless heaven and earth. He walked towards the temple in the air and looked at Di Wuchen and others. Wherever he went, the seven ancient clan strongmen who had not yet died were retreating and separated a path, just like respecting ghosts and gods.

The human temple that suffered the impact was seriously injured, and almost all the elders were killed in battle.

"We are fine and can't die. But you boy did not disappoint Lord Xuanyuan!"

"Hahaha, I knew I didn't see the wrong person!"

...

The only eight remaining temple officials were also exhausted and covered with holy blood, but at this moment their eyes were bright and they were laughing happily.

The Temple had long expected such a day, so in secret, geniuses were selected from the human race for training.

Now this kind of effort has finally paid off.

Now Xiao Ye has the strength to surpass the person in charge.

"Are there three other leaders who have died?"

"Mr. Xuanyuan, what's going on?"

Xiao Ye frowned slightly after his eyes swept over the eight chiefs, and then looked into the temple. The vast holy consciousness swept in in an instant.

But his holy consciousness seemed to have rushed into the universe. Apart from feeling the vastness, he did not respond at all, which immediately made his brows frown even deeper.

Hurry!

At this moment, the seven ancient clan members who were severely injured by Xiao Ye are reorganizing and gathering together, looking at Xiao Ye with a look of alertness.

At the same time, runes surged quickly on the ancient clan holy monument, as if they were summoned. More powerful people from the ancient clan holy world arrived, with their eyes harsh.

The most shocking thing is that the first generation of the saint sons standing on the ancient tribe's holy monument were also ready to move. A trace of gloomy aura was gathering, like a storm was about to come and the wind was covering the building, and the battle was about to break out.

This kind of aura made the people watching the battle feel nervous.

Although the saint Xiao Ye of Taichu showed invincible strength at the same level, he chose to advance and retreat with the temple, which was to stand opposite to the eight ancient tribes.

The ancient tribe has a long history, how could it be simple?

The crisis in the temple has not been resolved, and the first-generation saint-level figures will never give up after seeing Xiao Ye's threat.

"Haha, the temple is a human umbrella. How many human warriors have they protected? Can they breathe under the might of the ancient clan?"

"But now that I am dead, the one who is willing to advance and retreat with the temple in the end is the persecuted Holy Son of the ancient Taichu clan. This is really a great irony!"

At this moment, a sarcastic voice spread, and the Holy Lord Qingze, who was shining with silver light on his body, teleported and stood beside Xiao Ye.

His sarcastic gaze swept over, making the people watching the battle blush and lowered their heads in shame.

The contributions made by the Human Temple are indeed indelible.

"Qingze, you guy is not dead?"

"Haha, it seems that we can help the Holy Son together in the future."

Xuan Xiao laughed excitedly and came across the sky.

The Holy Lord Qingze had a very prominent position in Taichu, so he naturally knew him.

"Xuanxiao, you dare to call me my name? That's right, you are also the Holy Lord now." The Holy Lord Qingze cursed and laughed happily.

Following Xiao Ye to leave the Dark Star Realm, he is ready to fight the major ancient tribes with blood.

Xiao Ye had never spoken a word, but he was powerful. The Taichu's saint-level army all came to the sky, standing beside him, facing the eight ancient tribes.

Di Wuchen and other officials in the temple were no longer talking about it and were ready to fight.

"kill!"

At this moment, a sound of shouting sounded, tearing apart the depressing atmosphere in the field. The eight ancient clans' powerful auras were like rainbows and the holy power was rich, like a dark cloud of holy light, covering the human tribe temple.

"war!"

With Xuanxiao, the Holy Lord of Qingze, Nangong Xingyu, Xiaobai and other strong men, they also yelled and led the Taichu Saint-level army to attack and attack the eight ancient clans.

This is the most peak melee in the race in the history of the human race.

However, the minds of the spectators were all concentrated on Xiao Ye, the head of the Human Temple, and the eight first-generation saints.

These people are the ultimate factors that affect the outcome of this melee.

"Eight leaders, please watch the battle for now."

"The Human Temple has paid a lot for me, and it is my turn to repay me today." Xiao Ye left a sentence and stepped out.

What he wanted was that both the strong men of Taichu and the sacred lords of the eight ancient clans were forcibly knocked away.

"Eight first-generation saints, who will fight me?" Xiao Ye's black robe flies, black hair dances, and his deep eyes look at the eight ancient tribe holy monuments. His clever words suddenly make the universe quiet.

Xiao Ye...

Take the initiative to challenge!

Hundreds of years have passed since the battle of Xianling, has Xiao Ye still collided with the first-generation saint-level figures?

And this time's position has probably left no room for this battle.

However, facing Xiao Ye's words, the eight first-generation saints were all in a strange silence, and no one could guess what they were thinking.

"Don't you want to be the first to stand up?"

"Then let's start with you."

"I forced your strongest holy body to disintegration, but I still dare to attack me, Taichu. Aren't you afraid of falling?"

Xiao Ye's eyes flashed and he looked at Gai Qingcang, and his words were like thunder.
Chapter completed!