Martial Breaks Nine Desolate

Boom!

Accompanied by a war tripod that exploded with red clouds, it came bombarded with unparalleled power. It was earth-shattering and desperately powerful. The Taiji diagram that Pang Taboo opened up with the two middle-level holy ways was shaking, shattering, and completely collapsed. It turned into two symbols of the holy way with diametrically opposite attributes and disappeared.

Pooh!

At the same time, Pang Yao's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood. His whole body was sluggish, and then he flew out. Even his body couldn't bear the violent impact, and blood was blooming.

"The young master of Buzhou Mountain, Pang Yu, has lost!"

"This... this is too scary!"

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At this moment, the border of Dali fell into deathly silence, and the masters from all walks of life were stunned, with incredible expressions on their faces.

Although Pang Taboo is only a middle-level holy master, he has the two middle-level holy ways of pure yin and pure yang, and he is not even a match for ordinary true heavenly holy masters.

The confrontation with the Holy Son of Absolute Beginning should be a battle between dragon and tiger.

But in the end, the Holy Son of Absolute Beginning easily defeated him without even using the rumored Holy Way of Time.

This is simply a crushing victory!

"Even if this son doesn't have the body of a holy son, I'm afraid it's against the sky." Many people looked at Xiao Ye with a trace of solemnity.

Obviously, in addition to the body of the Holy Child, Xiao Ye also tempered the Nine Meridian Sacred Technique to an astonishing level.

"The power of the Nine Transformations of the Saint of War is truly terrifying." Xiao Ye was quite excited.

In fact, from the beginning to the end, he did not regard Pang Yi as his opponent. If he was serious, he would be able to overwhelm the opponent with the body of the Holy Son.

The reason for defeating the opponent strongly is also to achieve the deterrent effect.

"Is there anyone else who wants to ask me for advice?"

"Don't worry, I'm also a human race, so I'm sure I won't strike too hard." All the rays of light disappeared, revealing Xiao Ye's muscular figure. He stood across the sky, looked around, and said lightly.

Accompanied by his words, the human saints standing on the meteorite group became silent.

"Let's go."

Seeing this, Xiao Ye withdrew his gaze and walked forward.

He has just arrived at the border of Dali, so he naturally needs to familiarize himself with it and find a foothold.

Crash!

Accompanied by Xiao Ye's forward movement, the holy lord powerhouses in front of Buzhou Mountain, and other masters from all walks of life couldn't help but separate, not daring to block the way.

"Haha, I'm being honest now."

Zhantian Shengzhu and Xuan Xiao also followed.

As for the 300,000 holy army, all of them followed with excited faces.

During the forty years on the road, their gratitude to Xiao Ye had long been ingrained in their bones, and they all supported Xiao Ye freely.

"Damn it, he is so strong!"

Looking at Xiao Ye's back, Pang Yin wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face was pale.

He is proud and arrogant. Among the many human saints, Xiao Ye's contribution value overwhelms him, which makes him very dissatisfied. In addition, the practice of the Human Race Temple has aroused his resentment, so he is quite hostile to Xiao Ye. .

But this battle made him suffer a lot, and he deeply realized the gap between him and Xiao Ye.

With the end of this battle, the border of Dali returned to normal order again, and the human saints who arrived here all hid themselves with their own thoughts, waiting for the war ten years later.

The border of Dali is very vast, and it is at the junction of several great realms controlled by the human race. In fact, the space is very stable.

But because there have been too many wars throughout the ages, the border of Dali has been dilapidated, and there are traces of battles everywhere. At the same time, because too many powerful human races have fallen, many starry sky secret realms have been formed, most of which are holy ranks.

However, these holy-level starry sky secret realms are of little use to the powerhouses of the Holy Master level, so no one pays too much attention to them.

Looking around, in addition to the ruins of stars, you can also see the mottled and ancient border city walls, as if countless giants stood side by side, spreading in the universe, full of vicissitudes and the breath of time.

Xiao Ye boarded the border city wall,

Vaguely, it seemed as if he could hear the sound of fighting through the ages, echoing in his ears.

"On the border of Dali, I don't know how many powerful people have been buried." Xiao Ye stared at the ancient city wall, his face full of emotion.

This city wall looks ordinary, but the materials used for casting are all rare and very hard. It is a fortification and protects the stability of the human race.

"There are still ten years."

"I feel that the day when the second holy rune of the Taoist body is activated is getting closer." Xiao Ye thought to himself.

In the past forty years, he has continued to practice hard. In addition to gaining control of the Nine Meridian Sacred Law and reaching a new level, the potential of the Son's body has also been continuously tapped.

Once ten years later, a war breaks out on the Dali border, the scale will be absolutely unprecedented, and there will be powerful people from other races appearing on the scene. The importance of strength is beyond doubt.

"There's Jun Gen!"

A cold light flashed in Xiao Ye's eyes.

In these years, except for Fusang Holy Master who was almost killed and fled back to the Yemei race in embarrassment, he never heard any news about Jun Gen.

But this does not mean that the other party is really silent, and no one knows when the other party will appear, so he naturally dare not be careless.

At that moment, Xiao Ye left the border city wall.

Today, there are more than 30 holy masters gathered in the border of Dali, and there are no fewer than five holy masters from the real heaven alone, and they come from the major forces of the human race, and there are also some forces comparable to Buzhou Mountain. They can be called heroes gather.

I believe that in the next ten years, other holy masters mobilized by the temple will also come.

And Xiao Ye's strength obviously won the recognition of these forces, but no one came to make trouble anymore, each of them lived in peace, and there was not much intersection.

The three holy masters of Xiao Ye led an army of 300,000 holy ranks and settled down in the border area. While meditating, they were waiting for the start of the war ten years later.

Time flies, fleeting, and soon the atmosphere on the border of Dali became extremely hot.

Because after Xiao Ye, holy masters continued to lead armies across the sky, there were geniuses who rose strongly in the reincarnation of the era, and there were also old generation human race powerhouses who had been famous for a long time.

Even, there is also a true heavenly lord of the Tunkun Gu clan who has arrived.

"It's really strange."

"With the style of the ancient clan, would they be so enthusiastic about the border of Dali?" Holy Lord Zhantian frowned.

He has hated evil all his life, and has a good understanding of these ancient clan forces.

The holy masters of these ancient tribes are all guys who have no profit and can't afford it early. The so-called righteousness of the human race is a joke in front of these guys.

According to rumors, the Holy Masters transferred from the Human Race Temple to the border of Dali did not include the forces of the ancient clan, and there were other missions. Why did these ancient clan holy masters come?

boom! boom!

At this moment, two terrifying beast roars shattered for nine days, and surging blood energy like a vast ocean swept from far and near.

In the universe, one looks like a leopard, the other looks like a tiger, and there are hundreds of feet tall alien beasts rushing towards them. There are a lot of figures on their backs, and their aura is as violent as the sea, boiling like a tide.

"Even the Holy Master Haozun from the ancient Yiren clan has come!"

The Holy Master Zhantian shrank his pupils, and looked at the unusually tall middle-aged man in the snow-white beast robe.

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