The patriarch of the ancient clan!

But these short four words have a great power of billions of pounds, and the meaning it represents is enough to suffocate.

However, I don’t know how many years I have lived in the world and have been hidden behind the scenes, but I can control the changes in the Three Thousand Realms, which is even more mysterious than the first generation of saints.

It can be said that few people in the entire human race have truly seen such existences. Looking at the history of the human race, they are just the peak gathering of top and first-class races in the past, and such existences have participated.

Rumble!

At this moment, the ancient tribe holy monument was constantly shaking, and a heavy sense of oppression came out, making everyone feel heavy, as if facing an invincible god.

"Is the patriarch of the Dayan Ancient Clan? I'm in trouble now."

Xiao Ye glanced at the shaking ancient tribe sacred monument, and recognized that crescent moons were intertwined and flickering, flowing out light like flowing water, and his expression changed slightly.

The success rate of inspiring the Holy Wizard of the Early Divine is not high, and it needs to be adjusted again and again. Even if it is successfully inspired, it will not last long to respond to the Taoist traces of the sages of the Nine-Meridians of the Taichu Nine-Meridians and push him to this level.

Therefore, even though he might be able to kill the first generation of the Son, he chose to stop and rushed here just to relieve the danger of the temple.

But such a change occurred, even the ancient clan leader was drawn out?

"Is the clan leader coming in person?"

"Welcome to the patriarch!"

...

At this moment, all the powerful men of the Dayan Ancient Clan in the field were retreating, giving up the killing, and saluting the holy monument from afar.

Treat Jungen with a completely different attitude!

There is no longer awe, but a nearly pathological fanaticism!

"The ghost that was missed back then actually grew to this level. The ancient Taichu clan should not be underestimated. After being destroyed for so many years, it can still cause such changes."

A long sigh suddenly sounded, and the great power that shook the soul spread across the world, and a vague figure emerged from the holy monument.

His body is very tall, and the chaotic aura is surrounded by his body, making it hard to see clearly. The iconic snow hair of the Dayan ancient tribe is invisible, as if he has returned to the black.

At this moment, the entire human race was silent. He noticed that the people here, no matter what level they were, their teeth were trembling.

The first generation of the eight ancient tribes, the first generation of the saints of Taichu, bowed their heads in front of the Taichu Saints, and did not dare to fight. Now the strongest man in charge of the inheritance of the ancient tribe has appeared!

Is this a sign of something?

It is really hard to say what the end of this civil strife among the human race is.

boom!

The visitor raised his palm to Xiao Ye, without any exquisite holy method. A very ordinary move showed his strong belief.

It's like a giant who is tall and above, and any means seem redundant to attack the ants on the ground.

"So what about the patriarch of the ancient clan?"

"With me, Xiao Ye, the human race will not be completely controlled by the eight ancient races!"

Xiao Ye’s Taoist body was fully opened, and the holy patterns became even more intense. The Taoist marks of the sages of the nine veins emerged to sacrifice, allowing him to stand at the peak of the holy level and face this palm directly.

boom……

Suddenly, the universe was shaken open, and it looked like the scene of the arrival of doomsday. All the holy paths in the Three Thousand Realms were suppressed and could not be manifested.

The eight ancient clans and the strong men of Taichu were all blown away like straw.

If the temple had not been very ancient and had received the blessing of countless formations, it would have been shattered.

The rays of light burst out from Taichu's Taoist body were torn apart, and the palm penetrated everything and imprinted on Xiao Ye's chest.

Puff!

The strongest body of Taichu Dao was like Xiao Ye, and its defense was shattered, cracking inch by inch, completely shattering.

"So scary!"

All the powerful humans chasing Xiao Ye back here shuddered.

The horror of the Taichu Saint Son was fully displayed, but in front of the patriarch of the Dayan Ancient Clan, he couldn't even hold up a palm?

This is too big a gap.

You should know that the patriarchs of the other seven ancient tribes of the human race are definitely not weaker than this.

"How is this possible!"

Xiao Ye's Holy Lord was extremely strong in origin and quickly reorganized his body, his face full of disbelief.

In terms of breath, pressure, realm, and the first generation of holy son-level figures are almost the same as the leader of the Dayan Ancient Clan.

But why did the strength he exerted was so different that he could even smash his Taichu Taoist body with one palm?

"What is that?"

Xiao Ye's soul power surged and his eyes became deeper. He captured a cluster of mysterious flames from the other party's chest.

This flame is very strange, not very strong, does not contain any principles, but it seems to have been burning for millions of years, with the momentum of common respect for all worlds.

"Is it because of this cluster of flames?" Xiao Ye was shocked, and the leader of the ancient tribe of the Dayan clan had already pressed him down with another palm.

Under Xiao Ye's gaze, a wisp of flames at the other party's chest escaped, flowing all over his body, causing the palm to shatter his Taichu Taoist body again.

"Is that true?"

Xiao Ye reshaped his body again and his face turned pale.

At this moment, the extreme Taoist patterns on his body had begun to dim, and the traces of the Taoist traces of the ancestors of the Taichu Nine Veins surrounding him were also disappearing.

At the same time, he withdrew from that wonderful state and fell to the realm of the Holy Lord of the True Heaven, and even the origin of the Holy Lord was squandered by most of the time.

Although Xiao Ye's Taichu Taoist body was perfect, the extreme holy pattern was too irresistible and could not last for too long.

"Have the realm fallen?" The patriarch of the Dayan Ancient Clan looked a little sarcastic, as if he was mocking Xiao Ye for his ignorance of his ability, and he once again explored and killed him.

“So what if the realm falls?”

"As long as you are still at the peak of the holy level, then I, Xiao Ye, have the power to fight!" Xiao Ye gritted his teeth fiercely, and the Nine-vein holy path that climbed to the tenth staircase surged at the same time, quickly returning to the ancestor, turning into the holy path of time and sweeping away.

"Give me time to speed up!"

Xiao Ye roared, causing the space where he was in to sink. Countless stars surged wildly, the sun rose and sunset, and the prosperity of time passed again, and at a glance, ten thousand years.

"Xiao Ye, stop. You have done enough for the temple. You have not entered the divine land yet. It is a loss to fight with the clan leader of the Dayan Ancient Clan."

"The temple can disappear, but you can't have accidents."

At this moment, a wonderful sound came from the temple, and a tall woman walked out of it.

She was fluttering in a snow-white dress, fluttering gently, outlining her perfect body so movingly.

The golden mask that was originally worn on his face was gone, revealing a thrilling and beautiful face, with a heart-wrenching pale look.

Xuanyuan appeared.
Chapter completed!