The Heavens: Starting from Traveling through Song Qingshu

Chapter 335 Ladies and gentlemen, times have changed!

Sure enough, Song Xuan, who was still forcing the two to kneel down, was attracted by the burly man with the dragon's head.

"You want me to crawl under your crotch?" Song Xuan said indifferently.

"Why, you don't want to?"

The Dragon Head Sage laughed and said: "The human race didn't have this kind of treatment back then, but today, they are still able to handle it, right?"

The aura of the Dragon Head Sage became stronger all of a sudden, and the ring at the back of his head became more intense, like a god.

"A big ants came out of the ant colony, but they are still ants!"

The dragon-headed sage was very disdainful of Song Xuan, and said sarcastically: "You don't really think that a list of gods will be able to shock us, the ancient royal family, right?

To tell you the truth, your Great Emperor Wushi has long since rotted into bones. I am here this time to shatter your daydreams! "

His posture is arrogant, such words are not only humiliating the human race, but also insulting the Great Emperor Wushi, which made many strong people who came to the meeting frowned subconsciously.

"Why, aren't you convinced? I'll just stand here and let the beginningless ghost come out and suppress me." The Dragon Head Ancient King sneered and said, "How can a person live for 10,000+ years? It's just a joke!"

"It is indeed a joke!"

Song Xuan nodded, and continued: "Of course, I'm talking about your joke!"

After saying that, he looked around and felt that the saint-level existences gathered around him were almost done, and now there was no need to waste time, it was time to start to show his prestige.

With a palm stretched out, the void collapsed, and amidst the flash of wind and thunder, a giant golden palm protruded from the collapsed void, as if it had broken through time and space from the ancient land.

"click"

Fierce and terrifying, the giant golden palm shattered the halo of the saint on the head of the Dragon Head Saint, and then the giant palm that gathered together like a world squeezed it in his hand like pinching a bug.

The next moment, the sound of cracking bones continued to sound, and blood dripped continuously in the sky.

Song Xuan walked through the air, came to the dragon-headed sage whose bones had been crushed, and said indifferently: "You like people to drill your crotch, don't you?"

After saying that, he kicked it out without any fluctuation of mana, nor any loss of energy, but the next moment, there was a violent cracking sound.

Everyone shuddered subconsciously when they heard the loud noise, and everyone knew what it was.

It exploded!
As he said that, he looked down at the two middle-aged men below, and said in a deep voice, "I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Come here and kick the crotch of this old bastard!"

The two looked at each other, and without the slightest hesitation, they flew up, clasped their fists at Song Xuan and said, "I offended you so much before, thank you for giving us the opportunity to redeem our sins!"

As they said that, the two of them stopped talking nonsense, and kicked wildly at the dragon-headed saint.

It is rare that a second who is not afraid of death is forced to come out to draw hatred. How can the two of them not seize such a good opportunity, one kick after another like a violent storm, the terrifying foot power of the saint, the ground below trembled violently, kicking The dragon-headed sage scolded his mother in pain.

"You two turtle grandsons, as members of the Primordial Ethnic Group, to be with the Human Race really disgraces my Primordial Ethnic Group!"

"Ah! A soldier can be killed but not humiliated. You wait, when the strong of our clan arrives, you will all die!"

It was fine if he didn't scold, but with this scolding, the two saints kicked even more viciously, and each move became more vicious than the other. After half a cup of tea, the opponent's lower body was completely kicked into a puddle of blood.

As for the other party, the shouting and cursing had long since ceased, and the primordial spirit was shattered alive by the power of the two saints.

With a wave of Song Xuan's sleeve robe, the magical powers in the sleeves contained the crushed upper half of the dragon-headed saint. After all, he was a saint with dragon blood, so he couldn't waste it.

After doing this, Song Xuan looked at the two uneasy saints, and said lightly: "The previous matter ends here, and if you dare to insult my human race, what happened to that old guy just now will be your fate!"

"Don't dare!"

The two nodded extremely respectfully, without the slightest attitude of a high-ranking saint before, and looked at Song Xuan with awe in their eyes.

A saint can be crushed to death as soon as he says he wants to, and he doesn't even have a chance to escape. The strength of this human saint has far exceeded what they can compete with.

Unless there is a great saint-level existence in the ancient royal family who wakes up from deep sleep, otherwise, if the human race has this person in charge, no one can do anything to them!

At this moment, in the setting sun, Song Xuanyi stood in the void, and the sunset glow fell on his body, dyed with a layer of sacred brilliance, making him look otherworldly.

"Human race, meet the saint!"

"saint!"

"A saint who belongs to my human race!"

Down below, in the Holy Land of Yaochi, many Lords of the Holy Land of the Human Race, the leader of the great sect, bowed and bowed one after another, and many people roared out.

In the past, the human race was despised and insulted by the major ethnic groups in the ancient times, and many people felt aggrieved for a long time.

But now, with the coming of Song Xuan, a human saint, he killed two ancient ancestor kings in a row with thunderous force, and even deterred all the powerful ancient clans from making a move. This invincible posture immediately made everyone excited.

The kind of joyful feeling that a child was bullied outside and finally had an elder come forward to find the place, even made some female monks cry out of excitement.

"Get up!"

Song Xuan spoke calmly, looked around at the group of strong ancient clans, and said indifferently: "The times are different, and today is no longer the ancient times you are familiar with!
Those who cannot recognize their own status will be abandoned by the times sooner or later! "

After saying that, he looked into the distance, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that the prestige just now was not enough, and another strong man from the ancient race who was not afraid of death came.

Many people also felt that it was unusual, and looked out of the Yaochi Holy Land. There, there was an aura of star field reversal. Although no one came in, it made everyone fear.

The coercion of the ancient saints is overwhelming!

"when……"

In the holy land of Yaochi, the divine bell is melodious and keeps ringing, and there are some great figures coming, signaling to the powerful people of all ethnic groups to come and greet them.

At this moment, on the horizon, a few figures slowly approached, each tall and majestic, like a few magic mountains, trying to crush the eternal blue sky.

They walked very slowly, but they were quite intimidating. Each statue seemed to have gone through countless calamities, and there was an extremely close connection between the body and the heaven and the earth. Every move was followed by the laws of the heaven and the earth.

Seven people!

There are seven ancient saint-level existences here!

They came hand in hand, walked together, the earth almost sank, all kinds of brilliance descended from the sky, and the sky sounded endlessly, as if they were singing for them.

"I heard that the human race has produced a great saint!" Among the seven saints, a saint who looked a bit old looked at Song Xuan indifferently, "It seems to be you!"

He paused slightly, "How do I call you?"

(End of this chapter)