Time flies, time flies.

The war between Taichu and the eight ancient tribes has lasted for another two hundred years.

The front lines of the eight ancient tribes have tightened again, and the war has burned into the soul Zen realm.

Countless warriors have already escaped in advance in the great realm, and now only the masters of Taichu are left fighting with the eight ancient clan army.

The 200,000 holy-level army that followed Xiao Ye from the Purple Light Realm, almost all of them had died in battle, and the corpses were everywhere in the universe.

Although the inheritance of the eight ancient tribes also suffered considerable losses, it did not affect the results.

Anyone can see that the turmoil is about to come to an end.

Although Taichu was still very tenacious, there would be soldiers without war soon.

Moreover, figures at the first generation of holy son level have also begun to show traces.

The eight ancient tribes are like eight prehistoric giant beasts. Although they usually lie dormant among the human race, once they get angry, they still have the power to shock the heavens.

In the void of the universe, on a huge island, green grass is everywhere, phoenix flowers are blooming, dragon vines are growing, ancient holy trees cover the sky and the sun is lingering.

The palaces and towers here stand in the universe, with silver waterfalls like dragons and flying down thousands of feet. They are very magnificent and magnificent, like a holy land.

In the central Pure Land, two majestic figures are sitting opposite each other. They are surrounded by the vicissitudes of time and are surrounded by auspicious colors, looking sacred and peaceful.

No one knows that these two are the strongest people of the human race today, and they are both to rule over a figure of the ancient race's inheritance level.

"Dayan, you have deliberately made us not to do it directly over the years, just to fulfill Jungen. It's really a good intention."

"Aren't you afraid that Xiao Ye will grow faster, but will kill Jungen?"

A middle-aged man wearing dragon python armor and jade crown on his head and a fair-faced face chuckled, his eyes were pupils, and the trajectory of the Tao was evolving as his eyes opened and closed.

He is the leader of the ancient tribe of Shuangpin.

"Jungen has a very good qualification, but after meeting Xiao Ye, he has already developed a demon. Although I asked him to use ferry to hone his mood, if he doesn't kill Xiao Ye, it is probably difficult to get rid of the demon."

"And the stronger Xiao Ye, the greater the benefit of Jun Geng killing him."

The patriarch of the Dayan Ancient Tribe, who had black hair and had the momentum of governing all worlds, calmly said.

Everyone knows that the eight ancient tribes of the human race are hostile to each other, but they don’t know that this is just an appearance. The two tribes and the patriarchs of the two ancient tribes of Dayan have a strong personal relationship.

“That’s true.”

The leader of the Shuangpeng Ancient Clan nodded when he heard this.

The holy-level strong men in the Three Thousand Realms will become crucial after reaching a certain level. Otherwise, even if they are given the opportunity, it will be difficult to break the shackles.

"Um?"

Suddenly, the head of the Dayan Ancient Tribe exclaimed lightly, looked into the distance, and smiled.

"It seems that this kid Jungen did not disappoint you." The leader of the Shuangtong Ancient Clan also laughed.

...

The ancient tribe of Dayan, tribe land.

Hurry!

A vast ocean separates the clan’s mountain gate from the outside world.

This is the sea of ​​Dayan Origin, which contains the supreme will of the patriarch of the ancient tribe of Dayan clan and is a must-pass place for entering and leaving the tribe.

In the sea of ​​origin, there is an ordinary wooden boat.

On the bow of the wooden boat, a man with snow hair and a straw raincoat was holding a cushion in his hand, preparing to send the number of holy lords on the wooden boat to the other side.

At this moment, the man in a straw raincoat suddenly stopped.

"Jungen, what's going on?"

"Send us to the other side quickly. The remnants of Taichu are fighting back. We are going to join the war and completely wipe them out."

...

At this moment, the Holy Lords of Dayan who were sitting on the wooden boat all urged them casually.

Many people were unbelievable to the first generation of saint Jungen as the ferryman at first.

But in the past few hundred years, Jun Geng actually put away all his arrogance, put down his figure, treated the people who came and went politely, and strictly abide by the laws of the clan leader. This made many powerful people of the Dayan Ancient Clan accept this reality, and then they got used to it, and were no longer as reserved as before to Jun Geng.

Faced with the urging, Jungen was like a sculpture, standing on the bow of the boat, motionless.

Immediately afterwards

Hurry!

His snowy hair danced with the wind, and the straw raincoat on his body seemed to have been broken down, slowly disappearing, revealing the appearance of sentient beings.

His eyes became unwavering and became deeper and deeper. His eyes swept away, and the Holy Lord on the wooden boat suddenly turned pale as if he was struck by lightning.

It was an innate look that was born, like a god.

They could feel that some indescribable change was happening in Jungen.

"I have realized that this Holy Son has not wasted the patriarch's painstaking efforts..."

Jungen carried his hands on his back and looked up at Tianyu.

Rumble!

At this moment, the momentum of his body changed drastically, and the aura of the peak of the holy level instantly shook the Holy Lord on the wooden boat.

Click!

The land of the ancient Dayan tribe was shaking, shrouded in a blazing atmosphere, and many statues of sages and saints worshipped in the palace were shattered.

The world is filled with emotion, and endless visions swarm and gather in the direction of the source sea.

"I ignite the sky fire for Jun Gen!"

Jun Gen's body rose into the air, and actually broke away from the will of the patriarch of the Dayan Ancient Clan in the Source Sea, and at the same time he cut his hands in the void.

"ah!"

"don't want!"

In the Dayan tribe, several geniuses with a majestic posture screamed, their bodies burst, and their flesh and blood and Taoist fruits all turned into beams of light and quickly sank into Jungen's body.

These geniuses are the saints of the ancient Dayan clan.

Although he was given the title of Holy Son, he was actually Jungen's "food" used to create a way for the other party to attack the "Divine Level".

Buzz!

Jun Gen was roaring, and a dazzling holy light burst out from his body, and it was quickly converging, gathering towards his chest.

It is like gathering the fruits of asceticism from countless epochs to reveal something even more terrifying.

Saw!

This process did not last long, and there were gradually rising flames in Jungen’s chest.

Although this is only a fire seed, it bursts out with an unparalleled aura as soon as it appears, which can despise all living beings and be transcendent, which will shock all the strong people in the tribe.

"roar!"

At the same time, Jun Gen was roaring, trying to completely detonate the fire into the sky fire, but he couldn't succeed. Instead, his face became painful and his eyes were scarlet.

"Jungen, the thousand-year period has not yet arrived, and you can already do this. I am very pleased."

"It's a pity that you are trapped by the inner demon. Only by killing the inner demon can you completely condense the heavenly fire."

"You have the ability to get rid of the inner demons now, go ahead."

At this moment, a majestic voice burst through the endless void and exploded in Jungen's ears.

"Inner Demon!"

"Xiao Ye!"
Chapter completed!