Fantasy: The Saint Ancestor at the Beginning

“ah!”

“No……”

Miserable screams were accompanied by the falling of broken limbs all over the sky. The entire ancient tomb world was filled with gunpowder smoke and the pungent smell of blood. I don’t know how much time had passed. Ye Chen had killed countless geniuses, and low-grade imperial treasures had even appeared. cracked

“The first sword of chaos!”

Crack! The sword energy swept wildly, and blood splashed!

“devil! Devil in hell!”

A series of frightened voices sounded, and some geniuses started to turn around and flee. At this time, there were not many geniuses left in the three sects, and Ye Chen had already suppressed three thousand geniuses with one sword!

Dong Wuqi had fainted at this time, but Ye Chen Guarding him, no one dared to step forward!

“Within ten breaths, you will get out of the emperor’s tomb, otherwise… kill!”

Ye Chen’s cold voice echoed, and the evil spirit flowed out. The living geniuses fled from the world of the Emperor’s Tomb in fear. The surrounding area gradually became quiet. Ye Chen looked at the Thunder Emperor’s inheritance in the sky, walked slowly, and grasped the The long sword flashed with thunder, and the world of Emperor’s Tomb began to shake.

“By passing on what I have taught you, this emperor can sleep peacefully!”

A mighty sound fell from the sky, boom!!!!

The void began to twist, and the thunder outside the Immortal Mansion also dissipated instantly, and then… the entire Emperor’s Tomb began to gradually collapse.

Countless forces were staring at the Emperor’s Tomb.

“Who has obtained the inheritance of the Great Emperor?”

“Could it be that he is the emperor’s son of the third sect?”

Along with the discussion, a group of figures rushed out of the Immortal Mansion. As the figures appeared, countless forces were shocked.

Those figures were the emperors of the three sects and the geniuses of each sect, but at this moment they were not as high-spirited as before, but His whole body was covered in blood. Chu Xiao, the emperor of the Fiery Sword Sect, even had one of his arms broken.

“Oh my God, what happened?”

“The arm of the Emperor’s son of the Fiery Sword Sect was actually cut off? Did he encounter some terrible existence in Emperor Fang’s tomb?”

“No, why are there so few geniuses coming out? And all of them were seriously injured?”

“Why didn’t the Holy Son of my sect come out?”

A fearful premonition arose in the hearts of the strong men from all the major forces.

A prodigy covered in blood returned to his sect camp, knelt in front of his quasi-emperor ancestor, and said with sad eyes,

“Ancestor, all the brothers are dead! They were all killed by Holy Son Zixu……”

“What?! What happened?”The quasi-emperor was furious in an instant. Ninety percent of the geniuses in his Mortal Realm were dead! This had a devastating impact on the entire sect.

“Holy Son Zixu and another disciple of Zixu Sect suppressed the three emperors in the tomb, killing three thousand geniuses, and blood flowed like rivers… The ancestors and senior brothers were also beheaded by Holy Son Zixu!”

Wow… there was silence in all directions, and then countless sects stared at the Zixu Sect warship unkindly. The ancestors of the three half-emperors also looked ugly, and the ancestors of the Fiery Sword Sect were furious. Their emperor was actually killed. Cutting off an arm, what does this mean for the Fiery Sword Sect?

“This son must die, otherwise there will be endless trouble!”

The ancestor of the Fiery Blade Sect gritted his teeth and stared at the emperor’s tomb. The half-emperor ancestor of the Heavenly Sword Saint Sect also stood up and said loudly,

“Holy Son Zixu is cruel! He actually killed all the Taoist geniuses like us. If we succeed in cultivation in the future, wouldn’t it be a disaster to the mainland? For the sake of justice, I hope fellow Taoist Lin will take action to kill this boy, otherwise we and other Taoists will have to ask your Zixu Sect for an explanation!”

“right! Fellow Daoist Lin, the holy son of your sect is so bloodthirsty that he will surely fall into the devil’s path in the future. He must be killed today to avoid future troubles! I order you, Zixu Sect, not to take this opportunity from the Emperor’s Tomb again! Let us and other orthodox members share it equally to make up for the loss!”

Another quasi-emperor ancestor of the Taoist lineage stood up. As the three sects opened their mouths, one by one the imperial clan, quasi-emperor lineage and even the saint-level lineage began to put pressure on Lin Feng. At this time, the Emperor’s Tomb Immortal Mansion had completely collapsed, and Ye Chen walked out carrying the fainted Dong Wuqi.

Listening to the shouts of death from around him, Ye Chen respectfully walked to Lin Feng and said worriedly,

“Master……”

“You don’t have to worry, it’s just a bunch of chickens and dogs. As long as I’m here, whoever dares to touch you will be killed by me with one strike of my sword!”

Lin Feng’s voice slowly swayed, and the aura of the quasi-emperor’s peak instantly enveloped all directions.

“Fellow Daoist Lin, my last question is, do you want to make friends with others or not?”

The half-emperor ancestor of the Fiery Sword Sect looked at Lin Feng. Although he was very fearful in his eyes, seeing that two-thirds of the forces around him were on his side, and there were countless quasi-emperors from the three sects here, his heart instantly Dading

“Maybe this time I can kill Lin Feng in one fell swoop!”

The half-emperor of the Fiery Sword Sect said to the ancestors of the Heavenly Sword Saint Sect and the Taishang Sect.

……

Lin Feng was surrounded by quasi-emperors and saintly warriors all over the sky, with endless murderous intent in their eyes.

Both Ye Chen and Lin Feng are too evil, so evil that countless forces find it hard to breathe… They are afraid, afraid that the Purple Void Sect will eventually dominate this continent!

“Are you worthy of killing my holy son of Zixu Sect? If you want to fight, fight! What do I have to fear?”

Lin Feng’s eyes were full of indifference, and the awe-inspiring sword energy tore through the sky! Through the void, he could vaguely see the stars in another world, and a faint imperial power burst out from Lin Feng’s body.

“Arrogant!”

“How dare a mere person go against hundreds of sects like me?”

“Next year today will be the memorial day of your ancestor Zixu!”

“From now on, there will be no Zixu Ancestor. After we kill you, there will be no more Zixu Sect in the East Ji Continent!”

Voices rang out in the sky.

“Destroy my Zixu Sect? Taishang Sect, Heavenly Sword Saint Sect, Fiery Sword Sect, Chen family… very good, I will kill you and other rats today first, and then slaughter a hundred of your sects!

Ye Chen, please take Dong Wuqi to the warship. I will kill hundreds of ancestors today!”

As Lin Feng’s voice fell, the mountains and rivers stretched for thousands of miles, the mighty river rolled and roared, and the sword energy met in the surging waves…

Above the sky, countless quasi-emperors either controlled fire and water, or triggered the illusion of the galaxy, the sword light of the law, The swords and guns were clanging in chaos!

The precious light shone for nine days, like the Milky Way falling down, and the powerful aura floated in all directions!

“Ancestor Zixu, suffer death!”

“The Immortal King is coming to Jiutian!”

“Take control of the sky!”

“Fighting word soul-suppressing art!”

Boom!!!

Crash… countless forces converged, the void collapsed, the earth shook, lava rolled in the cracks, and splashed into the sky!

The strong wind exploded, and countless magical powers suppressed Lin Feng

“Ancient Tao: One thought can seal the mountains and seas for eternity, one anger can suppress all living things. If I were destined to be like a demon, my obsession would be to seal the heavens!”

Lin Feng looked at the terrifying magical powers in the sky, his eyes were full of calm, his fingers connected, triggering the supreme mysterious law, the ancient sword surrounded him, the sword energy roared, the magical power – the Demon Sealing Sutra!

As Lin Feng’s voice fell, the mountains and rivers in the sky erupted. The ancient atmosphere is long and vicissitudes of life!

The fairy sounds of bells and drums seem to intersect among the long mountains and rivers.