Projection of the Heavens

The sword light was not stained with a trace of blood, and the flesh of Xiaomang's ancestor was in it, and he couldn't stop shaking.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Ambush! Ambush!!"

"What kind of sword is this, what kind of sword is this!!"

In the light of the sword, in the huge body of the Pan Mastiff, the three Yuan Dan kept beating and screaming in pain and shock.

His heart was full of despair, unbelievable.

The Sword of Innate Taiyin was something that he had cultivated for tens of thousands of years and pressed against the bottom of the box. Even a God-Emperor-level Soul Soldier could not break it so easily.

But with three enemies and one, they were all destroyed by ambush and a sword!

He can't believe it!

Ancestor Xiaomang was in pain.

He is not dead yet, at least his pure Yang Yuanshen is not dead yet.

But he can't wait to die now!

Because, his pure Yang Yuanshen was cut into three parts and sealed in Yuandan.

That sword energy was too fierce, and his Primordial Spirit was suffering a hundred times more pain than Ling Chi all the time!

"Ancestor Xiaomang can't even take a sword!"

The expressions of all the old gods of the various Protoss in the Western Wilderness changed drastically.

Even the old gods who had seen the mighty power of the sword's ambush injury were a little unbelievable.

Even though the ancestor Xiaomang is already very old, he is a god!

He was beheaded so easily and hung in the sky.

This made all the gods and all the old gods moved.

Invincible!

Killing the ancestor of Xiaomang with one sword, there is no one who is his opponent on this ancestral star!

Looking at that sword light, the hearts of many old gods sank suddenly.

"Ahhh! Kill me!!"

In the sword light, the three Yuan Dan kept struggling and beating, and the primordial spirit of the filial ancestor made a sound of pain.

He was ruthless, even if his descendants died in front of his eyes, he could pretend he didn't see them.

He is extremely vicious, and dares to suppress and ban the innate **** Moon God born on the moon and replace him!

He is sinister, vicious, and stubborn, and dares to attack his master to ward off evil spirits.

But at this moment, the idea of ​​quick death in his heart.

It hurts so much!

It was so painful!

On Jianmen Mountain, above the Jade Sword Cliff, Fushang's eyes slowly lowered.

Although the nine-leaf sword grass is only his spirit, its body is an existence of the Immortal King series!

The ancestor Xiaomang dared to meet with a sword, and it can be said that the ignorant is fearless.

At this moment, the endless airflow forced by Jianmang rolled back and turned into a hurricane.

There seemed to be a breeze blowing from the Jianmen Mountain, and the long hair that was lying on the sideburns was lifted.

ding~~~

Fushang flicked the divine sword in his palm, smiled slightly, and said:

"Ancestor Xiaomang dares to take action against my human race, he should be punished!"

"From now on..."

"The Xiaomang protoss above this star should have no more divine blood, no more magical powers, no more spiritual wisdom, and they will be reduced to ordinary people!!"

The voice of Fushuang was calm and irresistible, and it turned into a loud rumbling sound. From the sword gate as the center, it resounded through the entire wilderness, and at an unimaginable speed, it instantly spread to the entire ancestral star.

Like the sound of the sky, like the wings hanging down from the sky, it is boundless!

The Great Wilderness, the Western Wilderness, the Southern Wilderness, the Northern Wilderness, the Sea Area... A respected old god, a respected spiritual giant, one by one Qi practitioners, and even countless mortals with different cultivation practices.

All raised their heads.

The mortals were at a loss and didn't know what was going on, the Qi practitioners looked horrified, the giants couldn't believe it, the old people looked solemn, and there was a trace of fear in their ugly faces.

Naturally, there were also a few tyrannical demon gods who sneered suddenly, but also carried a touch of deep fear.

Boom! !

As Fushang's voice echoed above the sky, the faintly bright sword light trembled and broke through the air, and the airflow erupted with a thunderous roar.

Jianguang roamed quickly, walking above the major temples in the Western Desolation, the place where the demon gods in the Eastern Desolation retreated.

Above the forbidden area of ​​the Southern Wilderness God Clan and Demon Clan, the sea area is above the Dragon Clan's territory.

An old god's face was livid and his heart was full of anger, and there was even more demonic killing intent.

However, Jianguang roamed past, and everything was silent.

There is no sound.

"Who is against it?"

The mighty voice resounded like the sound of the sky again, echoing in the ears of many giants of the gods and demons and even the dragons of the monsters.

silence!

long silence.

Even though he was as arrogant as the ancestral spirit of the dragon clan in the sea, the spirit of the demon princes of the Demon Race Continent fell into silence after struggling slightly.

huh~~~

The faintly bright sword light flew back to the West Wasteland.

In the faint light of the sword, the primordial spirit of the ancestor Xiaomang continued to tremble, unable to make any sound in pain.

buzzing~~~

The sword light suddenly shook, and the head of the three Pan Mastiffs of the ancestor Xiaomang suddenly fell from the sword light.

"cut!"

In the sword gate, Fu Shuang scolded lightly, and the sword light instantly shattered the three heads!

And in a place that no one can see, a sword light divided into ten million, led by the blood of Xiaomang ancestors, and disappeared in an instant.

Following an unpredictable trajectory, he instantly plunged into all parts of the Western Wilderness.

boom!

boom!

boom!

A loud bang echoed over the Western Wilderness, like a thunder explosion, like the wrath of the sky!

"Ah! My blood! My divine blood!"

"No! No! I don't have a murderer, I don't!"

"I curse you! I curse you!!"

In an instant, the sound of screams in the entire Western Wasteland shook the sky.

Countless Xiaomang Protoss all wailed, feeling incomparably desperate the disappearance of the divine blood in their bodies.

They are all descendants of Xiaomang ancestors!

"Do not!!"

In the new temple of Xiaomang, the Qi-trainers of the Xiaomang **** clan in the real spirit realm screamed in pain and showed the prototype of the Pan Mastiff.

After the sword light cut off the divine blood, their figures continued to shrink, and the three heads of the Pan Mastiff also slowly retracted.

In the end, the two heads disappeared, leaving only the one in the middle, who roared unwillingly from Yangtian:

"Wang Wang Wang!!!"

And this is just the beginning.

The divine blood brings unparalleled advantages, but the disappearance of the divine blood has unimaginably huge consequences!

The entire Xiaomang Protoss, millions, tens of millions of people, all have degenerated blood.

Degenerated from three mastiffs to one mastiff.

Even the intellect is beginning to disappear.

All the old gods who sensed this scene looked terrified.

The sword of Fushang actually wiped out the lineage of the Xiaomang Protoss handed down by the ancestors of Xiaomang!

The Xiaomang protoss without divine blood are just dogs!

Boom!

In the sky above Jianmen Mountain, the sound of thunder seemed to pass by, and faintly, a pale, flat face without facial features flashed by.

Above the Jade Sword Cliff, Fu Hu seemed to feel a sense of injury and raised his head, but the sky above has returned to calm.

huh~~~

In the slight vibration of the airflow, the sword light slowly descended, revealing the headless dog corpse that had been squeezed to a size of about ten feet.

The primordial spirit of the ancestor of Xiaomang was shocked, endured the unbearable pain, and was about to flee desperately with three primordial pills.

"Tengu, tengu, it's also a dog."

Fushang flipped his palm, put away the divine sword, raised his hand slowly, and emptied a little.

boom! boom! boom!

Accompanied by the screams of Xiaomang's ancestors, the three Yuandan suddenly burst into powder, and together with the Yuanshen, they submerged in the headless dog corpse.

No more, no less, just dissipated in every inch of flesh and blood.

Immediately, he calmly said to Jiang Feng who had just climbed the Jade Sword Cliff:

"Go wash it clean and stew it for the tribes that used to be slaves."

The Xiaomang Protoss has eaten hundreds of millions of human races for countless years, and even some ancestors have been used by the Xiaomang Protoss as a tool to vent their desires. .

It's a pity that most of the people are not interested in an old dog, otherwise......

"Yes, Master!"

Jiang Feng's body, which is a zhang more than a zhang, is bent even lower than the kneeling sitting on the knees, and his expression is extremely respectful: "Can you eat it?"

His body is very burly, but it is natural to make this action.

"No need."

Fushang shook his head slightly and waved his hand to let Jiang Feng retreat.

If he was as fat as the Black Emperor, he wouldn't mind tasting it.

But this Xiaomang ancestor has lived for too long, and his body is extremely dry. Even if he is a god, the meat is not delicious.

Jiang Feng bowed and walked backwards, picked up the dog's corpse that was crawling constantly, and descended the Jade Sword Cliff.

"People...humans.... beasts... beasts... no!"

Among the dog corpses, the filial ancestor Yuanshen, who was scattered in every inch of flesh and blood, let out a final groan of resentment.

He was carried by Jiang Feng and sent to the backyard behind the kitchen.

The physical body of the ancestor Xiaomang is tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of feet high~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even if it is compressed by sword energy, ordinary people do not have the ability to open their stomachs.

Jiang Feng can only reluctantly.

It was not long before Zhong Yue returned to Jianmen Mountain.

"Huh? It's delicious, what kind of meat is this?"

Before stepping into Jianmen Mountain, Zhong Yue smelled a strange fragrance.

It seemed to be meat, but it had a stronger aroma than any meat he had ever eaten.

"Dog meat?"

Xinhuo stuck his head out and glanced at it, tsk tsk sighed: "It's too cruel, a dignified god, Xiaomang Tiangou, has been turned into a dog meat feast..."

"Dog meat feast?"

Zhong Yue suddenly realized: "Senior brother Fu Hu is really..."

However, he naturally did not have the slightest sympathy for an old dog like Xiaomang's ancestor who cannibalize countless people.

Glancing at Shi Bubu, who was lying lazily outside the mountain gate, nibbling at the size of the door, he paced into the sword gate.

............

The **** of the human race was wounded, killing Xiaomang ancestors with a sword from the air, and the entire Xiaomang protoss were all beheaded with divine blood!

This shook the whole world, and even put countless Protoss people in danger.

The ancestor of Xiaomang has not been born for a long time, and ordinary people do not know what kind of cultivation he is.

You must know that the Xiaomang Protoss is not weak among many Protoss!

For a time, many Protoss couldn't hold back any longer.

I don’t know how many Protoss are on high alert, and many Protoss giants walk around each other.

Under the many walks of a mysterious person, the old gods who had not been out of their temples for a long time also gathered together in secret.

This time, the conference is called the "Slaughter Conference"!

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