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God King Jiang Taixu.

The ancient clans did not particularly value this person. Although Xiao Yan mentioned 'Jiang Taixu should not be underestimated' during internal discussions, the ancestral kings didn't take it seriously.

After all, Jiang Taixu was a latecomer and a sage of the human race. It was said that he was very likely to have broken through to the Saint King realm, but the ancient clans calculated his past and felt that he couldn't go too far in the Saint King realm, not counting as a strong enemy.

Some of the ancestral kings under Xiao Yan's command used to sleep in Zishan, only to be thrown out by the Immemorial Bell later.

Therefore, they knew Jiang Taixu and had almost killed him, but were stopped by the person under the Immemorial Dao Platform, Gu Tianshu.

With someone protecting him, they couldn't kill Jiang Taixu, but at that time, Jiang Taixu was already trapped in Zishan's formation, so they didn't care.

They didn't expect this guy to escape and become a saint, or even a Saint King, representing the human race in battle.

The Golden Ancestral King sneered, "It seems the human race really has no one to fight, that you had to come out."

Jiang Taixu waved his hand, stirring the void, using the Great Dao as a string, playing the zither music.

His magic weapon was a zither, and the unique skill of the God King body he comprehended was the Divine Overture, which was the offensive technique he had comprehended for the longest time.

But after thousands of years, it was revealed again, no longer as sharp as it used to be. He had the title of being the number one in attack for five thousand years, a name he earned when he was young.

As the zither music played, life-filled petals and death-filled withered leaves blew towards the Golden Ancestral King, as if riding a gust of wind.

A gust of wind swept through the starry sky. The spring breeze made the flowers bloom, and the autumn wind made the leaves fall. The prosperity of growth and the silence of withering were contained in the wind.

Jiang Taixu coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining his white clothes red, a shocking sight, injured before the battle even began.

But at this moment, the zither music turned into a shocking and earth-shattering sound of killing, like a divine sword unsheathed, the world was silent, and the wind hid a world-shaking offensive.

"You…"

Opposite him, the Golden Ancestral King's brow was pierced, blood flowed down, his face filled with disbelief.

Then he fell down, without any vitality, even his body quickly withered, decayed, and rotted in just a few breaths.

A powerful Saint King, from the ancient imperial family, was directly killed in the starry sky, turning into dust. A force that withered and decayed all things acted on him. Even the Saint King's immortal Dao bones lost their luster and could not escape, turning into gray bone fragments that turned into dust when touched.

Only a few magic weapons fell out after his death, floating in the void.

After one strike, Jiang Taixu wiped the blood from his clothes, along with his killing intent and fighting spirit, calmed down, and the half-withered, half-flourishing divine tree shrank, returning behind him, quietly scattering flower rain and fallen leaves.

This strike shocked everyone present, not to mention the ancient clans, even the human race. After a long while, someone shouted 'God King is invincible'.

Following the Sun-Moon Emperor Lord Jiang Li and Origin Master Luo Mo, God King Jiang Taixu also won a great victory, instantly killing his opponent with absolute strength.

Although he coughed up blood and the secret technique he used had a considerable price, it was indeed an inspiring thing.

"That was an ancestral king of the ancient imperial family, yet he was killed in one move."

"It's the Divine Overture, the God King's innate divine skill!"

"The God King, who was number one in attack for five thousand years, is indeed well-deserved. Even in today's era, he still has the combat power to look down on his peers!"

In the past, Jiang Taixu used the 'Fight' secret of the Nine Secrets to make a resounding name, and was known as the number one in attack for five thousand years.

But now, he still has such terrifying combat power in the Saint King realm, able to instantly kill a Saint King of the ancient imperial family, enough to be proud of his peers.

Jiang Taixu calmly returned to the human race's camp.

He didn't have much fluctuation in his emotions about his victory, because he and his opponent were not the same kind of people, not on the same level.

Trapped in Zishan for more than four thousand years, having to comprehend the laws of the Saint Dao alive without even copper juice or iron pellets to eat, and then observing the mysteries of Luo Mo's Great Wither-Bloom Technique, using the 'Fight' secret of the Nine Secrets, he integrated it into his own method, undergoing Nirvana, defying the heavens to live a new life, and opening up a new life.

After the rebirth, his God King body's origin became even stronger, the divine blood flowed through his body, nourishing the various secret realms, and his combat power naturally rose, and his cultivation was very fast, breaking through barriers one after another, almost without hindrance, and he cultivated to the later stages of the Saint King realm.

Being trapped for four thousand years, whether it was a blessing or a curse, was hard to say, but he indeed had no bottlenecks in his cultivation.

Perhaps this was heaven's compensation for taking away his time.

Jiang Taixu himself was full of confidence and didn't take his opponent seriously, and his incarnations were even more clear about this.

After all, Jiang Taixu had observed the Great Wither-Bloom Technique, one of the Three Thousand Great Daos, from Luo Mo. He couldn't guarantee how much he could learn, but it was definitely infinitely useful.

Each of the Three Thousand Great Daos, although having a specialized direction, was actually a huge system.

Just like this Great Wither-Bloom Technique, it was not only used for healing and Nirvana, but also a supreme body-tempering method, using the power of wither-bloom transformation and life-death conversion to temper, and could train a powerful physique.

Tempering the Yuan Shen was also the same.

Moreover, there were great Dao mysteries between wither-bloom and life-death, which could calm people's minds and put them in a chaotic state of neither life nor death, in line with the Great Dao, making cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.

As long as it was complete, a Three Thousand Great Daos would involve all aspects, only certain parts were particularly prominent and led the way.

Specialized, but other aspects were also above the passing line.

And the passing line of the Three Thousand Great Daos, for the Zhetian universe, was going for full marks.

Especially Jiang Taixu himself had good talent, and was the God King body, with a good foundation and a high starting point. After getting the blessing of the Great Wither-Bloom Technique, he became even higher, and it was not surprising that he had such strength.

In the original work, he could kill several Saint Kings alone, and he was even stronger now than he was originally.

The human race was invigorated, and the decline of two consecutive defeats was dispelled a lot.

And the morale of the ancient clans, which had finally stabilized, began to fluctuate again, because the human race was really too strange, how could there be so many abnormal people?

A figure like Jiang Taixu was simply a Saint King-level powerhouse comparable to the ancient emperor's children, and it was difficult to contend with.

And Jiang Li was even more outrageous. Even if the ancient emperor's children reached the Saint King realm, it would be difficult for them to have his combat power.

As for the Origin Master, that didn't need to be discussed. The path of Origin Arts was different from theirs. In fact, this Myriad Clans Assembly should restrict Origin Art masters, after all, could the so-called Pure Yang Celestial Master really be considered a Saint King?

Looking at the mana he used when he chopped people, no one would disbelieve him if he said he was a Great Sage.

"I determine that it is impossible for the human race to have so many evildoers!"

One Jiang Li was outrageous enough, and then came a Jiang Taixu. I don't believe that the human race is really all evildoers. If that were the case, we would have been their blood food in the ancient times!

An ancestral king shouted, "Who will fight me!"

"I will."

An old Taoist stepped out. He was also here for the Arctic Immortal Light. He took the money, so he had to do the work.

The two fought, and in less than fifty rounds, the old Taoist was beheaded, not even running away. Even his Yuan Shen didn't have time to detonate the Arctic Immortal Light, and the Arctic Immortal Light was extracted alive.

The ancient clans were already prepared, and the power of the Arctic Immortal Light was also calculated by them, but this one didn't even have time to detonate.

The most cruel situation appeared, because the human race had too little accumulation, resulting in fewer cultivators in the later stages of the Saint King realm. At least, the incarnations hadn't found so many.

Therefore, the two people fighting on the field had a difference of three small stages in their cultivation.

The old Taoist, who had not been trained by Luo Mo and was not a powerful figure, or even a second-rate or third-rate special physique, was killed in this way, and even the Arctic Immortal Light in his Yuan Shen was extracted.

Faced with the huge difference in cultivation, Jiang Li also had to urge: "Fight with all your might, and protect yourself when things can't be done."

If you can't even protect your life, it's indeed a bit demoralizing.

And the ancient clans were happy.

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"They actually sent out such a weak opponent."

"It seems that the human race only has so many Saint Kings, they have no choice."

"Hehe, you actually got a wisp of Arctic Immortal Light. That's a good thing; I'll go snatch one too."

"Don't compete with me; it's my turn next round."

This crushing defeat made the ancient race believe that the human race lacked options. In fact, this was the normal situation. In the post-Desolate Era, where were so many high-quality Saint Kings to compete with their myriad ancient races?

Jiang Li and the like were indeed accidents, freaks of nature that might appear once in an era.

The human race lost the sixth match, and the same happened in the seventh and eighth. In fact, in the eighth match, even with Jiang Li's instructions, they couldn't survive because the cultivation gap reached a full five minor stages.

For Luo Mo, cross-level battles were as simple as eating and drinking, but for ordinary cultivators, it was an insurmountable barrier. The forbidden domain was truly forbidden, living up to its name; few could enter it.

Another wisp of Arctic Immortal Light was snatched, without giving the opponent a chance to detonate it. The morale of the ancient race soared to its peak. They had already determined that the human race couldn't send out experts; all the powerful figures had already been exhausted.

"The cultivation is getting lower and lower. For this ninth match, you're not going to send out a Saint, are you?"

"A Saint is good. If the Great Saints don't mind, I'd like to fight and snatch an Immortal Light back." An ancient race Ancestral King said. He was a Saint Realm expert, but he didn't have the qualifications to fight.

The human race had already lost five matches, which not only made people sweat but also meant that if they lost another match, the entire human race would lose a large number of spiritual lands, blessed lands, and mines.

But judging from the current situation, the human race's decline was obvious. The one holding the line was the Buddha, which might be the last comfort. After all, the Buddha was strong, able to suppress the Western Desert Buddhist sect so much that they couldn't breathe, losing control of the four regions of the Western Desert.

But even if the Buddha could win, there was still the ninth match with an unknown outcome. Who else could fight?

The remaining four human Saints all looked solemn. Their strength was not great either. If the ancient race still had experts of average level, even if they went up, they would undoubtedly lose. If they were lucky, they might be able to save their lives, but there was a high probability that they would die on the spot.

The young prodigies were also worried about the situation. Their pressure was not small either. They were facing the young geniuses of the myriad ancient races, and few were confident that they could win steadily. If the Saints lost again, the pressure would all come to them.

At this time, a black-robed figure walked out from the human race's side. Many Ancestral Kings on the ancient race's side immediately 'eh'd softly because this human race's aura was very strange, very strange.

However, since the human race had sent someone, they couldn't stay put either. A Saint King Eighth Heaven expert came out to fight.

"What? Are you pretending to be mysterious and not daring to show your face?"

The black robe of the newcomer turned into black smoke and collapsed, lingering around, revealing a face that was pale to an excessive degree, with strands of red mixed in with his black hair.

"He is... a Source Celestial Master!"

The Ancestral King next to Xiao Yan immediately recognized him because this person had also once broken into Purple Mountain.

"Zhang Lin, the fifth-generation Source Celestial Master of the human race!"

"It's him!"

"A member of the Source Celestial Master lineage..."

The appearance of Zhang Lin, the fifth-generation Source Celestial Master, also made the ancient race frown because Luo Mo's name had given them some conditioned reflexes to the Source Celestial Master.

The sixth-generation Source Celestial Master was already so powerful; this one is the fifth generation...

Not good.

Moreover, Zhang Lin had a strange aura on him, making him not like a living person, but not a dead person either; not a living being, but not an inanimate object either. A strange and fierce aura was dormant, but his expression was calm and steady. All kinds of contradictory temperaments were combined in one person.

The Blood Phoenix Mountain Great Saint stared intently, then said in surprise: "Could it be that he has refined himself into a magic weapon?"

Such a statement had not even been heard by other Great Saints. "What does this mean?"

"In the forbidden chapters of my Blood Phoenix Mountain's scriptures, there is a forbidden method of refining people into magic weapons, but the emperors of my clan have not thoroughly researched it, only leaving behind a half-finished remnant method. He actually..."

No, he succeeded in his research, but he didn't leave it to you.

"Refining people into magic weapons?"

Hearing this kind of secret, even the Great Saints couldn't help but click their tongues. Is there still this kind of gameplay?

Zhang Lin reappeared in the eyes of the world. Although the world had long since changed, he had gained a new life and had a lifespan much longer than that of ordinary cultivators. As a magic weapon, living for tens of thousands of years was easy.

He moved.

In an instant, Yin flags fluttered, red hair filled the sky, a whirlwind swept across the starry sky, and a foul wind made people nauseous.

Although he usually gets along with people and looks very ordinary, once he uses his Taoism, the terrifying curse belonging to the Source Art lineage will turn into a sharp weapon in his hands, for his use.

In the red-haired whirlwind, the scene of Yin soldiers passing through the border evolved, rampaging through the starry sky, even the Ancestral Kings were terrified!

"Ghost soldiers and ghost generals!"

"Yin soldiers passing through the border, rampaging through the starry sky. Is the fifth-generation Source Celestial Master able to control Yin soldiers?"

"Legend has it that most Source Art Masters suffer misfortune in their later years. Disasters will occur, and they will be guided by Yin soldiers. Has the fifth-generation Source Celestial Master found a way to break it?"

After seeing this scene, some people on the ancient race's side couldn't help but worry.

"The Underworld..."

This is a powerful force that even the ancient royal family does not dare to provoke easily.

The Ancestral King who was fighting against Zhang Lin was not easy to deal with either. Facing this terrifying scene, he actually spurted out a mouthful of radiant essence blood, ignited a holy flame, and turned it into a holy river of flames in the starry sky, extinguishing the Yin wind, and it actually had the effect of dispelling filth and exorcising evil.

"It's not a real Yin soldier at all; it's just an evolution. A small trick that can't be put on the table!"

After saying that, he wielded a bronze whip and attacked fiercely.

Zhang Lin did not speak, but took a step forward, and the starry sky shook. The scene of hundreds of thousands of miles manifested, and mountain ranges spread out, with dragon veins dormant, faintly presenting the scene of nine dragons guarding a pearl, and a continent appeared in the starry sky.

Zhang Lin stood in the land guarded by the nine dragons, and a divine mountain emerged. He spat out a brilliant treasure pearl from his mouth, like an immortal pill, emitting immortal brilliance.

During his many years in Purple Mountain, even if he was mostly muddled, he also observed some of Purple Mountain's terrain and imprinted it in his Source Art laws.

Later, he also received Luo Mo's teaching and learned about the method that another Source Celestial Master comprehended in the Qinling Dragon Cave and the Transformation Immortal Pond. That kind of Source Art Taoist principle was also absorbed and utilized by him, combined with his own Source Art laws.

Thus, the nine dragons guarding a pearl actually evolved into an immortal elixir.

The Ancestral King wielded the bronze whip and struck the divine mountain guarded by the nine dragons fiercely. The surging divine power agitated, but most of it was shared by the entire vast scene.

"A Source Artifact?"

Source Artifacts are different from ordinary magic treasures. The most prominent feature is that they need real mountains, rivers, and divine soil to refine, and the main body is huge.

The hundreds of thousands of miles of scenery that the fifth-generation Source Celestial Master Zhang Lin displayed was obviously his Source Artifact. Facing the attack, the power was dispersed and imported into it, and it was actually unharmed.

The attack didn't break the defense. This Ancestral King was shocked. This represented that the strength gap between the two might be somewhat large.

His divine sense suddenly warned him, and he immediately retreated, but it was already too late.

A vague figure appeared in the immortal pill above Zhang Lin's head, as if pushing the great sun forward, the speed was extremely fast, reversing time. The immortal pill crashed through his forehead.

This Ancestral King widened his eyes, and blood flowed from the hole in his forehead, then he fell into the divine soil at Zhang Lin's feet.

"Instant kill!"

"Another one-hit kill!"

On the human race's side, if they don't win, they don't win, but all the matches that can be won are one-hit kills. Luo Mo, Jiang Li, Jiang Taixu, and now there is Zhang Lin.

Unsurprisingly, in the end, the Buddha will probably be able to do it too. He is an existence who can confront the Western Desert Buddhist sect. The Great Saint Maha Ancient Buddha probably won't tolerate an ordinary cultivator being reckless unless this person is extremely strong.

This Ancestral King fell and fell into Zhang Lin's Source Artifact.

Under the earth, hands with red hair stretched out, pulling this Saint King's corpse into the soil.

Killing is taken care of, and burying is taken care of too.