Saint Ancestor of All Demons

"Haha, at the peak of Yuanyang, Xiang Erlang, you are dead!"

Wen Ren Xiaotian came out of seclusion and stood in the sky, his laughter echoed in the city.

Relying on the mortal skills he deduced, he spent three years cultivating from the Shenzang realm to the peak of Yuanyang realm in this low-level magic treasure plane.

The power of the mortal skills he deduced can be seen in general. If placed in the mortal plane world and obtained by the son of destiny, another legendary story will be born.

"Now my body-protecting essence, not to mention your guns, even if they are ten times more powerful, they won't be able to hurt me!"

Wenren Xiaotian was so confident that it only took him a few days to deduce the technique to become an immortal.

However, the power of this technique will definitely defeat the ordinary Soul Moon monks in the mortal world!

"All soldiers gather!"

His spiritual consciousness swept over the entire city.

Not long after, his men began to gather.

Soon, millions of Shenzang monks, tens of thousands of innate experts, and seven city lords who had reached the Yuanyang realm gathered.

Wenren Xiaotian looked at the army under his command with an excited expression.

"Leader, our current strength, let alone the Yuanyang monks, even the innates under our command, their body-protecting Qi cannot be broken by the guns in Xuanwu City. These are the guns we obtained in the previous war. "

A city lord offered a gun.

Wenren Xiaotian held the gun and named a random person: "You, come up!"

A monk in the innate realm immediately stepped forward.

"defense!"

He immediately released his innate true energy and condensed it into body-protecting energy.

Bang!

Wenren Xiaotian fired a shot, and the bullet hit the Gangqi shield and got stuck in it.

The innate monk looked excited, and the weapons in Xuanwu City could no longer hit him and others.

"Can withstand the attacks of Xuanwu City's weapons!"

"Haha, those mortals are dead, they are dead!"

"With such powerful Qi, how can their attacks not hurt me at all!"

When the soldiers saw this scene, they started talking excitedly and were full of confidence.

Wenren Xiaotian said loudly: "My sons, you see, Xuanwu City's weapons are no longer a threat to our innate warriors. This time, we will definitely be able to break through Xuanwu City."

"This is just the strength of the innate realm, let you see when Yuanyang monk!"

Wenren Xiaotian punched out, roaring with the power of his true fist, hitting a building not far away.

Rumble...!

The wooden and stone building was shattered by this punch, and the building of more than 20 meters exploded.

There was an uproar in the army, and the eyes of all the soldiers were in reverence.

Wenren Xiaotian shouted and punched: "My punch is enough to blow up their iron bastards and break their city. Now, victory will eventually belong to us."

"The alliance must win, the alliance leader must win, the alliance must win, the alliance leader must win!!"

Millions of alliance soldiers roared, shouted excitedly, and the momentum was astonishing.

"Report!" At this time, a scout rushed over, knelt down in front of Wenren Xiaotian, and offered something like a black brick with both hands.

"For the alliance leader, this is what the Xuanwu City scouts asked us to hand over to you when we met them outside today."

Wenren Xiaotian frowned when he heard this, and picked up the black square brick. It was an ancient wireless phone, big brother!

Chichi…an electric frequency sound came out.

"Hey, is this little baby Xiaotian?" Xiang Chen's voice suddenly came from inside.

Wenren Xiaotian had black lines on his forehead and a gloomy expression. Is this a magic weapon for transmitting sound?

"Xiang Erlang, you bastard, who is your little baby? Just wash your neck and wait. Within two days, I will come and take your head!!" Wenren Xiaotian roared angrily.

"Oh, Xiaotian Xiaobeibi, we have been fighting for so long, and we have also developed some emotions. Don't be so angry when you speak, and you must have the structure of a leader.

Ahem, let’s get back to the topic. Today I will win. I’ll say goodbye to you. I’m above you now. Look up. "

When Wenren Xiaotian heard this, he suddenly looked up.

Buzz…!

Several thousand meters above the ground, he saw something that looked like a giant greenfly flying across the sky at a speed that was not slowing down the Yuanyang monks.

And with his strong eyesight, he saw Xiang Chen, who was wearing strange clothes and aviation glasses through the glass cover, extending his hand to him.

It was an old propeller-type, twin-blade, internal combustion engine aircraft coupled with jet power.

"Xiang Erlang!"

Wenren Xiaotian was furious, and then he rose into the sky, straight into the sky.

Xiang Chen blew him a kiss and said to the communicator: "Brother, please let me feel what the anger of a mortal is. Please watch the fireworks."

As soon as he pressed the switch, the belly of the aircraft opened, and a round thing with the words "Mengmei No. 1" written on it fell from the sky and fell towards the city below.

And the aircraft quickly flew away from the city.

Wenren Xiaotian wanted to intercept it from the sky, but with his cultivation level, he could fly at most two to three hundred meters, and his true energy was far out of reach.

In the sky, Mengmei No. 1 fell and descended. At an altitude of two thousand meters, a small parachute suddenly opened on its tail, reducing its descent speed.

Five or six minutes later, Xiang Chen had already flown out of the city and made an emergency landing on the plain more than ten kilometers away.

Wenren Xiaotian also fell into the group, looking at the things slowly falling from the sky.

A terrifying crisis suddenly arose in his heart.

"Bring me my bow!"

He immediately yelled and exclaimed when Mengmei No. 1 was still four to five hundred meters away from landing.

With his spiritual sense, he felt that the round thing contained a certain amount of energy.

He raised his arrow, gathered his true energy, and was about to shoot the cute girl No. 1.

However, inside Mengmei No. 1, an energy called uranium suddenly burst out, fissured, expanded and decomposed instantly, bursting out with terrifying energy.

Rumble...!

Then, everyone who heard Xiaotian felt that a sun suddenly appeared in the sky, and a terrifying heat light swept down instantly. This heat light suddenly reached more than several thousand degrees Celsius, or even tens of thousands of degrees.

The people below, under this hot light, those who were in the Shenzang realm were instantly reduced to ashes, and those who were in the Innate realm were instantly turned into coke.

Several people in the Yuanyang realm also had their skin cracked and felt extremely hot.

Then, a terrifying shock high-pressure wave blasted over, the buildings in the city were shattered, the Yuanyang realm experts were also blown away like fallen leaves, the true energy body was shattered, and the internal organs were ruptured.

Wenren Xiaotian was also blasted away, vomiting blood, his eyes were blind, his skin was scorched black, and his internal organs were shattered by the hot shock wave. The sharp sword was shot hard by Beng Fei, and his body was riddled with holes.

The explosion wave swept up dust and dust all over the sky and advanced in all directions. The millions of troops were reduced to nothing. A huge mushroom cloud of flames rose over the entire city and broke through the clouds.

More than ten kilometers away, on the plain, Xiang Chen, wearing dark sunglasses, stood on the nose of the plane and looked at the rising mushroom cloud and sighed: "It's over, art is an explosion, I wish the world peace!"