Wu Po Jiuxiao

Chapter [-] Hard fight!Tragic! !

Royalty! !

These two words were like a heavy hammer, and they began to burst out crazily in the hearts of Dou Zhan Mofo and Ye Shitian, beating their hearts hard.

Royal family, this is a terrible symbol.

In this ancient history, there are many races.

Ye Fantian's God of War clan evolved from the Ye clan to the ancient Fenghuang clan, the Xuanwu clan, etc., and then entered some more powerful dragon clan, Tianwang clan, Celestial clan, Mosha clan, etc. Above these races, there is an ancient race.

The history of these races cannot be explored at all, but their history is terrifying and amazing that no one can imagine.

These races are divided into royal family, imperial family, imperial family, holy family... and so on.

Their history is ancient and long. In this long river of history, there have been waves of terrible waves, and even changed generations of Wuxiu and even controlled the ancient dimensional star field!

After such a long period of time, a hundred schools of thought have come together, and these ancient races have gradually settled down in this long river of history.

However, in some ancient letters and historical records, there are still their figures. These people are so powerful that they are naturally unwilling to go on like this, so they are hidden in many dimensional star fields.

And because they have a huge history as a support, their strength is undoubtedly strong, and it is precisely because of their strength that they are feared by many forces.

The person in front of him condensed an overlord's aura, although he hid this aura well, but that thin body was carrying such a huge axe, and the overlord's aura emanating from it was nothing short of overwhelming. His racial identity was completely exposed.

Royalty! !

"You actually know my identity, and the history of our royal family is still deeply engraved in the memory of you ants..."

A hint of complacency appeared on the man's face, and the other party's expression was quite complacent.

Obviously because of the pride and recognition of the worship of one's ancestors and the glory of one's own history.

Dou Zhan Mo Buddha let out a mouthful of turbid air, and seemed to spit out the pain in his heart. Looking at the huge abyss-like existence with an invisible bottom, a pair of demon pupils released There was a trace of flame.

"Are you angry?"

Looking at Dou Zhan Mofo's angry expression, the other party said with great interest.

"Humble? Although you ancient races are very tyrannical, it is useless to continue to become the overlord of the Nine Heavens Realm. You have been silenced in the long river of history, relying solely on the glory of your ancestors, and trying in vain In this history, once again engraved a stroke, do you think it is possible?"

Dou Zhan Mo Buddha said slowly, the panic in his heart has gradually disappeared.

In his bloodline was the lineage of the ancient demonic beast and the ape, and he was proud, not weaker than the other party at all.

Therefore, although he was quite surprised at the beginning, he quickly returned to his original fighting spirit. Thinking that Ye Fantian was thrown into the abyss by this guy, and his life and death were unknown, the anger in his heart could not bear it. Can't help but start to rise.