Above the dragon-headed ancient ship, a series of grand auras surged, and soon a large cluster of various colors of light shot out, and they stood at the bow of the ancient ship.

The mysterious light in the center appears dark gray, and a figure can be vaguely seen in it. This person stands in the center of these numerous mysterious lights, and it is obvious that he has a high status among this group of saints.

"Old Demon Xuantian, are you still alive?" One of the alien saints shrouded in blood light shouted, with a little shocked and puzzled in his tone, "It's been 100,000 years, how could you not die?"

"Hmph, I have been proclaiming myself for 100,000 years just to wait for your arrival..." The old man in white, who was suspected of God Xuantian, said coldly, "You are really here... The human race today is no longer as weak as the human race 100,000 years ago. A large number of strong people have emerged, and they are fully capable of fighting against you! If you are still enslaving the human race... I advise you to come and go back. You will never succeed."

"Hehe... Even if the old demon Xuantian is still alive, so what?" The leader of the alien saint sneered in the dark gray light in the middle, "With your current strength, how much of your heyday can you still exert? Maybe, if you don't use it a few times, your body that should have decayed will collapse..."

The figure in the dark gray light was leisurely walking on the ancient ship of the dragon head, saying, "Old Demon Xuantian, do you think the human race has made great progress? Haha, I don't think so? There are only a few human race saints around you who support the scene. When a generation of holy emperors traveled, they were so shiver. I can calculate that the number of saints in your human race should not exceed ten!"

"The Holy Holy Saint is right. There must be no masters in the human race. What is placed in front of us now should be the strongest power of the human race!" A burly and angular saint, his voice was like a metal hitting, and he rang out loud: "And our wild tribes have been struggling to survive in the desolate world on the other side of the starry sky for many years. Their strength is even stronger than before! This time, the Tianxuan World will definitely belong to us!"

"The saint Tiennan said it well! A lowly race like the human race should be our slaves obediently! If they dare to resist, they will kill them all to make room for our higher races and make room for survival." A saint shrouded in the mist added coldly.

Beside the "God of Xuantian", there were several human saints who couldn't help but feel a little nervous when they saw this incident. Just seeing the aura that appeared on the opposite side, there were nearly twenty saints, exceeding the number of them on their own.

"The law of the wilderness era is the prey of the weak. Since you want to invade our clan, then speak with your strength," said "God of Xuantian" lightly, "Look at whether your wilderness has grown over the years?"

"Hehe... it's a bit difficult to let others deal with you, the old Saint Emperor-level powerhouse." The figure in the dark gray light sneered, "Then let me try it. You, the old Saint Emperor, will be fine."

"Boom!"

A vast holy power suddenly burst out from the body of the saint, as vast as the sky and the sea, covering the entire battlefield under his holy power!

Feeling this huge sense of oppression, several human saints looked at each other and changed their color.

"This is... the most domineering holy power. It's almost the emperor's power! Could it be that this soul-hiding holy person is also a powerful person at the Holy Emperor level?"

The so-called Saint Emperor-level powerhouse refers to the supreme powerhouse who has survived three major disasters and reached the level of the great perfection of the saint. Such a strong man has the idea of ​​the sky collapses and the earth is broken, the sun and the moon are gone, and a full blown attack can even cause irreversible destructive consequences to the mysterious world of heaven!

"It should be... facing God Xuantian, if he does not have the strength of the Holy Emperor level, what will he do to die?" Another human saint said with a forced smile. But for some reason, there was a hint of uneasiness in his heart.

Not only this saint, but other human saints all have a hint of haze, hidden deep between their eyebrows.

"The new generation of the Holy Emperor-level powerhouse in the Soul Clan..." The old man in white, "God Xuantian", snorted, "I was able to kill your Soul Clan's old holy emperor, and now I can destroy you."

"Hmph!" The soul-locking saint stopped showing off his verbal advantage. He suddenly took a step forward, raised his palm high, and slapped the "God of Xuantian" from a distance!

This palm, which was not in the air, made a shocking roar in the air, and then an illusory gray giant hand appeared in the air, as if it was a demonic hand covering the sky! Under the cover of this huge palm, the people around the old man in white showed panic. If they were asked to resist this attack, they would definitely not be able to stop it.

"God Xuantian" looked up and there was no emotion in his eyes. His thin finger poked out, hitting the palm of the giant palm.

The next moment, the mighty majesty of the Holy Emperor completely broke out!

The extremely strong dark force burst out violently with the fight point as the center, sweeping around in a violent posture.

"Beware!" The old man in white "God of Xuantian" shouted in a deep voice, then grabbed the powerful Xuanhuang who was stunned by one hand and threw the group of powerful Xuanhuang people who were stunned to the distance behind him. If this was not the case, the remaining power of the violent explosion just now would definitely tear these powerful Xuanhuang people to pieces.

The Soul-Holy Saint did not have such concerns. He was surrounded by powerful saints from other groups. Although this battle against the enemy was fierce and violent, it had little impact on these people. Taking advantage of the time when God Xuantian saved people, he had already gained the opportunity.

"Hehe, Old Demon Xuantian, you don't seem to be as powerful as you look down on the world a hundred thousand years ago!" The Soul-lossing Saint slashed out again, and five shrill gray lights drew out arcs and grabbed the enemy in the air. "Are you worried that the power you used was too strong and the rotten body could not bear it? Hahaha!"

The old man in white, "God of Xuantian", said nothing. His thin palm was poked out and he held it gently. Suddenly, the five gray lights were crushed again, turning into the most primitive energy and dissipated into the void.

"Children with yellow mouth, take my move!" After crushing the gray light, the old man in white spread out his palms, and a powerful suction force suddenly formed in the palm of his palm: "The Eye of Thousand Wind!"

A small blue whirlwind condensed from the palm of the old man in white and quickly rotated! The saint who was so attached to the soul only felt his body lighter and his body was involuntarily absorbed.
Chapter completed!