All Heavens: The Lord God exploded

There are seven ancient saint-level existences! 阑

Each statue on the horizon is tall and majestic, like several magic mountains that want to crush the eternal blue sky. Each statue looks like someone who has gone through countless tribulations, and their bodies are combined with the great avenues of heaven and earth, blending into

Tao Ze Jian.

As a result, all kinds of brilliance descended from the sky, and the sound of the sky continued, as if it was singing for them.

The miraculous sights of saints are recognized by heaven and earth, and each one has mastered its own unique divine principles.

Pang Bo looked level with the other person.

No, he even walked a few steps forward and reached the entrance of Yaochi, blocking the way of all the humans and monsters who had painful expressions on their faces and desperately endured the pressure of the saint.

It’s not because you don’t want to see dead people.

It’s not because of kindness.阑

It’s just that he simply doesn’t want to see that if all the humans and monsters in the Yaochi die, then everything he has done will be meaningless.

Hey....

Everyone is dead, who can show off to show off?

[A snap of the fingers to cover the sky (Ye Fan): Good brother, are you sure? If you are not sure, don’t show off casually, lower your head, we will find the place again later.]

Ye Fan asked himself, he was not sure, facing the Seven Saints alone.

Hmm.

In fact, let alone the Seven Saints, even the One Saint, he has little confidence. Lan

But this good brother of mine, Pang Bo, cannot be judged by common sense. He is the first person to kneel down and lick the Lord God's daddy. When he sacrifices it, it is like eating and drinking water, and he does not value his precious luck at all.

Take it seriously.

That's it.

He can't do it.

If my good brother Pang Bo can really fight seven ancient saints with one against seven, he can also defeat them.

He was not surprised at all.

Hmm.

Of course, you still need to care about what you should send a private message to. 阑

[Eternal Demon Emperor (Pang Bo): Hahaha... Good brother, thank you for your concern, but you still don’t understand me. I, Pang Bo, never fight an uncertain battle. Hey, you

Just wait and see how I deal with these weird so-called saints.]

Of course Pang Bo is sure.

In the ancient world of Zhetian, saints can be divided into three realms: saints, saint kings, and great saints.

The realm of saints is the foundation.

Preliminarily understand the rules and master your own rules.

Saint King...

Even the Great Sage, these are all extensions and improvements on this basis.阑

There is no distinction between saints and saints.

But the way that saints understand is different, and the principles of the way they master will also be different. Oh, the way is actually divided into high and low.

So.

Pang Bo is also very confident. Although he is also in the realm of saints, he believes that the principles he has understood and mastered must be better than those of the seven ancient saints opposite him.

Hum!

Zhengchou came to attend the Ten Thousand Tribes Conference this time. He had already gathered the wool from Yaochi, but he still had no gifts to sacrifice to his main god, Baba.

Ye Fan's guess was indeed correct. Pang Bo offered sacrifices, no, knelt down and licked the Lord God's daddy. That was getting more and more without a bottom line. 阑

Pang Bo is very brave and responsible.

But the human race behind him didn't think so! They all had already felt a sense of powerlessness. Just one moment, they were all excited to have such a powerful ally, but the next moment, they all came together hand in hand.

There are so many royal ancestors and saints that they can suffocate people. What does this mean?

It shows that the saints worshiped by the human race are rare and will be treated as gods.

Among the ancient tribes...

In fact, that is commonplace.

Just one person died, and they could immediately attack again. Let me ask, how can the ancient tribes compete with each other like this?

Difficult...lan

Difficult, difficult...

It’s too difficult.

At this time, there was silence in Yaochi, without a trace of sound. It could be said that it was completely silent. All the human races were waiting, waiting for the judgment of fate.

If it weren't for many people, they still firmly believe that although the human race no longer has an emperor, there are still soldiers of the great emperor. With the protection of these extreme emperor soldiers, the human race still has hope.

Otherwise, what a despairing world this would be!?

It is very difficult for the human race to find a saint, but there are a group of ancestors and kings in various tribes in the ancient times. The difference is too big and there is no way to compete. Alas, there is simply no hope at all.

Seven ancestor kings, seven appearances, some have human heads and phoenix bodies, some have unicorn heads, some have fish tails, gills, and fish scales, some carry thirty-six pairs of divine wings, and some are exactly the same as humans.

Well, that is to say, it is enlarged a little, and the hair on the body is a little thicker, but it is still bathed in the glow of the sun, and the body seems to be rimmed with gold... Lan

The voices of the ancestors and kings came: "Princess Shencan, I respect you as a descendant of our ancient emperor of all races. You can leave now. We can also forget about the past things. Otherwise, if you insist on helping the human race today,

, we can only have no choice but to regard you as the enemy of all our races."

In just one sentence, I have already given all my face.

Will Princess Silkworm be afraid?

Of course not.

But her people, the ancient people from Shencanling, are afraid!

"Your Highness the Princess..."

"Think twice, please, Princess, please think twice..." Lan

"Yes, you have done your best to be kind and righteous, and it is time to consider your own people. Our Shencanling lineage has been in decline for a long time since the battle that year. I see that Your Highness, Princess, has been resurrected, but I am still waiting for Your Highness, Princess, to return.

Taking charge of the overall situation..."

Seeing that Princess Shencan's face turned blue and she seemed to be angry, several ancient tribes from Shencanling's forces impatiently stepped forward to persuade her.

It must be hard to be kind today.

Their lineage from Shencanling has no friendship with the human race.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with it. I am buried with the human race today just for the sake of a fight of emotions.

"Aunt, let's go."

The monkey was very responsible. After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips again and stood there, motionless. Lan

In the past, it was he who owed the boy named Ye Fan of the human race for getting out of trouble.

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In order to beg his aunt, he is also the one who owes Yaochi a favor.

He won’t leave anyway.

Princess Shencan finally said: "Little monkey, you don't have to say any more."

I owe the human race a favor.

She will pay it back.

In an instant, he struck out like lightning, very crisply and decisively, with boundlessly powerful divine principles, and a slender jade palm, pressed on the forehead of the queen who had spoken rudely, had humiliated the Holy Prince, and made the Holy Prince kneel down in public.

.阑

"Wave---"

Like porcelain, the head of the female ancestor was shattered on the spot, and not even the dead soul inside could escape.

Gray annihilation.

The scene was completely silent.

Everyone almost stopped breathing.

Facing the threat, the threat of the seven ancient ancestor kings is equal to that of a saint. That means killing at will, which is too sharp and domineering!

Even the monkeys were surprised.阑

Killing the ancestor king without permission is a big deal and will trigger a war between the ancient tribes.

Where is Princess Silkworm?

But it seems like he only did a very small thing.

He raised his head and stared at the seven ancient ancestral kings opposite who were looking shocked. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was very sweet, but scary, and well, it also made him feel chilled all over.

"Hurt the Holy Prince and make him kneel down in public."

"Desecration of the Fighting Holy Emperor..."

"Death is her only way to escape and the only way to repent. Do you have any objections?" Lan

Oh haha...

This is a good excuse.

Who dares to say that such a person who blasphemed the ancient Holy Emperor and made his parents and children kneel down in public should not die?

At that moment, the seven ancient ancestor kings were all speechless.

"Humph!"

"Today we are here only for the human race."

"And you, Princess Shencan, today you killed the descendants of the Immortal Emperor Yagami Shogun's lineage. From now on, people from the Immortal Emperor Yagami Shogun's lineage will come to trouble you." Lan

"Okay."

"You have also killed people, and you have also demanded justice from the Holy Prince."

"You can leave now."

To say the hardest thing, but also to obey the hardest soft word, the seven ancient ancestor kings immediately moved in order and gave way to one at the same time.

And this time, Princess Shencan has no reason to refuse.

He took his own people with him, picked up the monkey, took another deep look, and found Pangbo who didn’t know what he was thinking: Take care of yourself (lip sync).

Advance...Lan

For the human race, or for the young man from the demon race in front of her, getting rid of a powerful enemy is the only thing she can do now.

After all, she is not a real loner.

She must also consider the people of Shencanling when she wants to live a new life.

"Aunt... I won't leave, please put me down, please put me down quickly... Please put me down quickly... Wuwuwu, don't I want to lose face?"
There are monkeys in the distance, and the sound of struggling desperately can be heard faintly.

Is it because you really want to stay and help?

Or... just because it would be too shameful to be carried away by a female prostitute like a frog being carried upside down? Lan

"Okay."

"The person who was in the way has left. Now, as a young man with half demon blood and half human blood remaining in your body, it's time for you to accept our trial. Will you choose to commit suicide, or will we give you a ride?"<

/p>

The seven ancient ancestral kings immediately rushed towards this Yaochi and towards Pang Bo.

"Winter---"

"Dongdongdongdong----"

Suddenly from the end of the world, another kind of footsteps came, which was combined with the pulse of the world and clearly passed into people's hearts. The setting sun was like blood, spilling red brilliance all over the sky, dyeing the earth.

With a blush on her face, at the end of the sky and earth, a tall and tall figure was walking towards her step by step.

He is not very tall.阑

It’s not like the seven ancient ancestors.

Every step he takes is like heaven pouring down, and the aura of the ancient saint fills the air, making it so oppressive that one can hardly breathe.

He is just as beautiful as the snow in his white clothes, his heroic spirit is overwhelming, his elegance is unparalleled, and he also takes firm steps.

And also at this moment.

All the humans who were lucky enough to witness it cried. I don’t know whether they were excited, happy, or frustrated...but in short, the tears flowed.

"Human race..."

"This is the human race..." Lan

"It's the saint of our human race... Wuwuwu, the saint of our human race. Oh my God, our human race really has a saint."

All the human cultivators are very excited.

Just now, relying on Pang Bo (but Pang Bo is a demon) and Princess Shencan (Princess Shencan has nothing to do with them), they barely maintained the last trace of dignity of the human race, allowing them to

Many people are dying of misery, being ruthlessly uncovered by several ancient ancestor kings, which is more uncomfortable than being cut with a knife. Now, finally, they have seen a saint who belongs to the human race.

Under the setting sun, a man in white clothes was walking step by step. The sunset fell on his body, giving him a layer of sacred brilliance, making him extraordinary and blending with the heaven and earth. His handsome face and resolute face,

The peerless grace is like the birth of an immortal king.

The White God King Jiang Taixu.

It's him.

It can only be him, it really is him. He is here. He walks with determination and determination. The setting sun dyes the sky and the earth red. The God King is full of brilliance. He stands there and illuminates everyone's heart.

, making people feel that he alone can support the entire world of the human race. Lan

"Alas."

"Why bother."

"Are you here to die?"

Four of the seven ancient ancestral kings had already turned back and pounced on the white-clothed God King who appeared on the horizon, while the other three continued to surround Pang Bo.

The two Yagami who suffered heavy losses in Bo's hands will rise up and attack the descendants at the same time, vowing to eliminate the only two people that the human race can rely on.

A battle of life and death....

It’s finally about to break out.

Pang Bo: "Hahaha, Brother God King, how are you? I haven't seen you for twelve years. You are still as charming as ever. Today we will compete to see who can survive in the end and who has killed the most animals of the ancient tribe.

How?" Lan

Ye Fan regards the God King as his father and always calls him an old man.

But Pang Bo doesn’t.

Good brothers are cheap, don’t take advantage of them.

"Okay, it's difficult. I thought I would fight alone today, but I never thought that I would have a wonderful little brother like you. No matter what the ending is today, you, my god king, Jiang Taixu, are my friends."

The two of them actually still had time to talk to each other.

You know, no matter who they are, they are all facing the siege of at least four saints of the same level at the same time. If it were ordinary people, it would be very good if they didn't immediately shed blood on the spot. How can they have the energy to tease each other?

.

Are you really not afraid of death? Lan

Or are you confident?

"The Peerless God King..."

"Sure enough, he is the peerless God King. He can be saved. Our human race can be saved..."

Some people cried with joy.

Pang Bo was a person who knew that the God King was not a simple person. How could a person who could cultivate to such a powerful existence in the last years of ancient times, extremely close to the end of the Dharma, become an ordinary saint?

No surprise.

The Immortal Burial Song was soon played.阑

The God King in white was sitting cross-legged in the void, and a guqin appeared in front of him. He gently plucked the strings, and made a wonderful sound that resounded throughout the universe.

【"This is it, the overture of God!"]

In the distant Ziwei Emperor Star, Ye Fan's eyes were already red. When he passed through the Heavenly Tribulation of the Holy Body, the God King connected the holy body for him and cut off the path. In the end, he played such a Taoist sound to disperse the thunder calamity, and he also became a hero because of it.

The foundation was damaged.

Presumably, the senior God King has been in seclusion for so many years, and it must be to recover from the injuries he sustained while trying to save him.

The Divine Overture is only the initial stage. If you still can't kill the enemy, you will sacrifice yourself to develop a true Divine Comedy, and you can gain almost the same power as a god!

Of course....

Presumably, the current God-King should not have to use his final strength.阑

After all, Pangbo is here.

Pang Bo has already shared more than half of the pressure for him.

"Poof"

One after another, the figures exploded and turned into a rain of blood all over the sky, dyeing the crystal petals red. It was extremely sad and beautiful. The divine overture shocked the nine days, and every petal was stained with blood. It was the white-clothed divine king who shocked the entire world.
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