The mortal body that covers the sky becomes an emperor

Chapter 184 Humiliation

With the departure of Princess Shencan, peace returned to Yaochi again. However, neither the powerful human race nor the representatives of all races were in the mood to continue the peace talks.

In this world, the strong will always be respected. If the human race does not have a strong man who can dominate all races, it will eventually be inferior to all races.

Finally, what was supposed to come came. An ancient king with a dragon head and a divine light all over his body came to Yaochi forcefully. The overwhelming aura of the saint was not covered at all, and he pressed towards the human race.

The humans who came were basically powerful and had no way of resisting this level of coercion. Many powerful humans fell to their knees involuntarily under his breath.

The ancient king seemed to be very satisfied with the scene he had created, and said with a sneer: "I heard that it is really rare for the human race to have a saint. Come and see him, and let me see if he is worthy of the name.

After a long time, no one answered his words. The ancient king glanced at the surrounding humans, looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hahaha, did you escape? It's really ridiculous. The human race is still as cowardly as before."

The laughter was so harsh that all the human monks present changed their expressions. This was a humiliation to the human race, and it was tantamount to a slap in the face of all the human race.

An old human monk barely held onto Shengwei and said, "Maybe he left because of something. You don't have to humiliate the human race like this."

The Ancient King Longshou clasped his hands behind his back, and his smile became more and more sarcastic: "Leaving for something? I think he escaped. As long as he dares to come back, I will kill him immediately."

His unscrupulousness cast a shadow over the hearts of the human race present. Even some of the ancient creatures looked surprised. This ancient king was obviously looking for trouble and had no intention of sitting down for peace talks.

Not far away, the Prince of Heaven, who had always had a gloomy face, showed a sneer. He knew that the human race occupied most of the resource-rich lands, and the ancient race could not just give up.

Not only this dragon-headed ancient king, but I am afraid there will be more ancient kings coming soon.

Seeing that no one from the human race spoke to him, the Dragon-headed Ancient King sneered: "It's so boring. The human race is still like it was in ancient times. They never dare to face it and can only become a vassal."

The human race present became more and more aggrieved. However, facing an ancient king who was in the realm of a saint, they had no ability to resist.

"It's boring, it's boring!" Ancient King Longshou shook his head, with a hint of contempt, and strode forward, extremely calm and calm.

"Where is the human holy body? Let me see it."

Under the guidance of some ancient tribes, the ancient king came to the center of Yaochi and looked at Ye Fan.

They also understand the power of the human holy body. Many ancient people do not want it to grow up and want to strangle it in the cradle.

With a cold expression on the corner of the Dragon Head Ancient King's mouth, the powerful saint energy flowed, he came to Ye Fan and looked down at Ye Fan from above: "Is it you?"

Ye Fan stood up, looked at him calmly, nodded and said, "Yes, it's me."

All the creatures around were a little shocked. The saint's pressure was so powerful. They didn't expect Ye Fan to stand up in the face of the ancient king's pressure.

"interesting."

The ancient dragon-headed king continued to look down at him, but the aura on his body became stronger, and the huge pressure continued to press towards Ye Fan.

That is to say, Ye Fan has a special physique. If it were an ordinary person, he would have broken his bones and fell to his knees by now.

"Your Excellency, are you too arrogant? The human race is not without strong people." Fang Kuiyi, who was not far from Ye Fan, stood up.

Xia Jiuyou and his party were not far from Ye Fan. Ye Fan and Xia Jiuyou could resist the pressure of the Ancient Dragon Head King, but the weaker Lin Haoyu and Liu Tiancheng were unable to withstand it.

In order not to hurt the two of them, Fang Kuiyi stood up.

The ancient dragon-headed king put away his pressure, looked over, looked at Xia Jiuyou, then looked at Fang Kuiyi, and sneered: "The Tao-killing King can be regarded as a bigger ant, but... With your level of cultivation, you dare to stand out?" Xia Jiuyou glanced at him and said solemnly: "If you were in this era, I'm afraid you would be far inferior to me. What are you proud of?

The ancient clan has only been around for a short time, but one or two ancient kings have been lost. Isn’t it worthy of your vigilance? "

Anger flashed across the face of the Dragon-headed Ancient King, he looked at Xia Jiuyou and said calmly: "Very good, then let me see what gives you such courage."

After saying that, the saint's aura that had just been put away appeared again, but this time it did not target Ye Fan, but pressed towards Xia Jiuyou.

Fang Kuiyi narrowed his eyes, took a step forward, and stood in front of Xia Jiuyou. An ancient mirror rose from his body, resisting the pressure of the ancient king.

"This is... a saint's weapon!"

There were whispers from the surrounding crowd.

This ancient holy weapon was the one that Henry Zhang had obtained in the world of Immortal Mansion, and it had always remained in the hands of Xianhe.

While traveling in the starry sky, Xianhe obtained some magical materials and forged a claw-shaped holy weapon by himself. This ancient mirror had no effect.

The last time they went out together to vent their anger on Xia Jiuyou, Xianhe handed such an ancient mirror to Fang Kuiyi.

"An ancient holy weapon, is this your confidence?"

The ancient dragon-headed king sneered, and the spreading pressure became stronger and stronger. He himself was a saint, and a king controlled the holy soldiers, so it was difficult to pose a threat to him.

In just a few breaths, Fang Kuiyi's face gradually turned pale under the suppression of Shengwei, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead. It seemed that he could no longer hold on.

"It seems that you have no backup plan. In this case, you'd better die!"

The ancient dragon-headed king's eyes turned cold, and a huge aura surged out, pressing towards Fang Kuiyi.

"Uncle Fang."

"Big brother!"

Behind them, Xia Jiuyou and others' expressions changed, and they stood up. Endless divine power surged from their bodies, and they threw themselves into the ancient mirror, and together they resisted the pressure of the ancient king.

"It's useless. The saint is so powerful that you ants can compete with him."

The ancient dragon-headed king looked at this scene with a sneer, and his aura became more and more terrifying. He did not plan to play anymore, and planned to use thunderous means to directly kill the few people in front of him.

"Ugh!"

A sigh sounded from the hearts of everyone, and the next moment, everyone was horrified to find that they could not move.

Even the two ancient kings wearing silver battle clothes next to the Dragon-headed Ancient King and the Heavenly Prince, who were bursting with aura, stood still, with a hint of panic in their eyes.

The next moment, the body of the dragon-headed ancient king flew out of the Yaochi uncontrollably. As he left, the terrifying aura gradually disappeared.

All the creatures in the Yaochi came back to their senses and watched the frightened Dragon Head Ancient Dynasty floating outside. They looked at each other and followed him involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)