My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

　　"Boom!!!" Then in an instant, the powerhouse in the early days of Tiandan turned into a pile of black ashes.

　　"???" The people around were stupid.

　　WTF?

　　"You... Who are you?" Lei Jia finally felt that something was wrong. Although there was an incredible guess, he couldn't believe it when he killed Lei Jia.

　　"Heavenly Fire, Demon Hell Heart Flame!" Heavenly Fire Demon Hell Heart Flame said lightly.

　　"!!!" The air suddenly solidified.

　　Everyone present couldn't help laughing.

　　"Impossible!!! How could Tianhuo appear here? Tianhuo (very good) how could there be a son of a race? This is unreasonable!!!" At this time, a big shot in the late Tiandan roared in horror.

　　"Boom!!!" However, the next moment, a terrifying cloud of skyfire that covered the entire Tianlong Island and covered a thousand miles suddenly appeared and slowly circulated above the heads of all the monks.

　　"From now on, whoever moves, whoever dies!" Skyfire Demon Prison Xinyan said slowly.

　　Lei Jia, Yan Canghai and other Tian Dan powerhouses felt that their pants were smashed.

　　"Really... is it really Skyfire?"

　　"This Wang Luffi's father... is he really stepping on a horse?"

　　"WTF?"

　　……

　　Everyone felt that they were about to collapse, and they rushed into the sea and couldn't calm down even ten Pippi shrimps.

　　"Son, don't worry, Dad is here! Come, tell Dad loudly! Just now, who bullied you on horseback!!!" Tianhuo Demon Prison Xinyan nodded with satisfaction at this time, turned around, and looked at Wang Luffi and the theory master asked skillfully and naturally.

　　As soon as this sentence comes out.

　　"Crash!" The hundreds of thousands of powerful cultivators present were instantly scared to pee...

　　【There will be more updates today】.

Chapter 147

　　"Congratulations to the ancestors!!!" Yan Canghai's reaction was absolutely swift!

　　Without waiting for Wang Luffi and the theory master to speak, he crushed the ring on his right hand without saying a word.

　　between breaths...

　　The ring shattered, and an incomparably vast power and aura burst out!

　　It slowly turned into a black phantom that was a thousand meters in size!

　　One share far surpasses Tiandan!The terrifying aura that even surpassed the Nascent Soul spread out!

　　Many monks seem to be able to hear the screams of hell, and see countless painful phantoms, struggling and begging for mercy at the feet of phantoms!

　　The power of the gods!

　　This black phantom slowly solidified, and suddenly turned into a figure that many big men in the late Tianda period knew a little about!

　　The power of the gods in the Temple of Heaven, the ancestor of Yan Mo.

　　Of course, it's not the real body, it's just a clone of Yan Mo's ancestor!

　　This is the biggest and strongest trump card of Tianshen Wei Yan Canghai!

　　It is also the strongest support for the descendants of the gods to run wildly in the chaotic sea of ​​​​stars!

　　"Congratulations to the ancestor!!!" Yan Canghai was so excited that he knelt directly on the ground and shouted loudly.

　　Immediately, Yan Canghai proudly looked at Wang Lufei and Tianhuo Demon Prison Xinyan.

　　"Wang Luffi, what if your father's fire is coming? Benwei summoned my ancestor of the Temple of Heaven, the avatar of Lord Yan Mo, the power of the god of transformation! The ancestor of Yan Mo is invincible in the world!!!" Yan Canghai shouted excitedly!

　　"Huh? Yan Canghai, summon the ancestor... Hold the grass Nima! Heavenly Fire Demon Hell Heart Flame?" However, Yan Mo's clone slowly opened his eyes, and just said a few words in a majestic manner, his color suddenly changed.

　　"It turned out to be Yan Mo's child? Ha ha ha, interesting, really interesting!"

　　"When Ben Yan was at its peak, when Yan Mo Xiaoer killed seven gods in a row on your plane, Yan Mo Xiaoer knelt down there and begged for your life! I didn't expect it, after [-] years! How dare you ride to Ben The flame is on the head?" Heavenly Fire Demon Prison Heart Yan said leisurely, and directly told a terrifying story.

　　Yan Canghai: ? ? ?

　　"Master Demon Heart Flame, a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!!!" Yan Mo's clone looked terrified.

　　Heavenly Fire Demon Hell Heart Flame, in the sky fire, are extremely rare and terrifying existences!

　　Yan Mo's clone thought that after the war, the missing Heavenly Fire Demon Prison Heart Flame, whose whereabouts were unknown, would either gradually disappear, or be refined by some great master!

　　did not expect……

　　Does it still exist?And the injury has recovered, and there is a faint rhythm of returning to the strength of the peak?

　　WTF?

　　"Destroy your avatar first, and then slaughter your entire Heavenly Temple!!!" Heavenly Fire Demon Prison Xinyan raised his hand.

　　"Boom!!!" A huge flaming palm with a size of [-] meters fell with a bang!

　　"Wait a minute, don't... ah!!!" The god-turning almighty Yan Mo's clone was useless to resist, and was directly dropped by this palm, which was directly shot into ashes in the sky.

　　Instant kill!

　　If the ancestor of Yan Mo is present, Tianhuo Demon Prison Xinyan may still hesitate.

　　A clone?

　　Hit the horse to death first!

　　"???" Yan Canghai was stunned.

　　"Ancestor?"

　　"Lord Yan Mo?"

　　"Ancestor Yan Mo?"

　　……

　　Yan Canghai called several times, but there was no response, and the whole person was stunned.

　　died?

　　Old Ancestor's clone was shot to death with a single blow?

　　Yan Canghai collapsed to the ground in an instant, and he didn't even have the heart to resist.

　　This is also playing Nima!

　　"Pfft!" At this moment, Wang Luffi fell to the ground with a bang.

　　"Huh?" After shooting the avatar of the ancestor of Yan Mo, Tianhuo Demon's Heart Flame's eyes turned, and only then did he realize that Wang Lufei was dying.

　　But Heavenly Fire Demon Prison Heart Flame can't do anything about it.

　　As a fire!

　　Murder is easy, save lives?

　　nonexistent!

　　"Hahaha, I'm going to die, and he can't live either! Hahaha!" Yan Canghai smiled proudly, his smile was hideous, twisted, and crazy.

　　Not bad!

　　I'm done with myself!

　　But so what?

　　Ancestor Yan Mo will definitely avenge himself!

　　On the contrary, Wang Luffi will definitely die, and he will die before himself!

　　It's so comfortable!

　　"Life is endless!" But at this moment, a green light flashed!

　　"Boom!" The majestic breath of life suddenly circulated, healing all of Wang Luffi's injuries!

　　Remodeling of meridians, recovery of wounds, only the cultivation level is still the first level of forging!

　　"Brother Ming!" Wang Lufei opened his eyes and looked at He Yiming who was standing in front of him.

　　"Alive?" Yan Canghai was stupid.

　　All the audience around are also stupid.

　　Hold the grass, can this horse be saved?

　　"Impossible!" Lei Jia couldn't believe it, this can actually save life?

　　What kind of magic is that?

　　"Pseudo-magic! It turned out to be a pseudo-magic? He is He Yiming!!!" At this moment, on the flying boat of the Chenxing Auction, Mu Xueying finally couldn't calm down, she stood up abruptly, and looked directly at He Yiming.

　　Almost [-]% of the people present didn't recognize it!

　　But Mu Xueying's vision and experience are really amazing!

　　At a glance, it was recognized that He Yiming was using pseudo-magic powers!

　　The power of pseudo-magic power, even the ancestors of the gods could not create it!It is only possible to create the existence above the ancestors of the gods!

　　Even such a powerful force as the Temple of Heaven has not controlled any pseudo-magical powers!

　　Those who can have the inheritance of pseudo-magical powers are all extremely ancient and huge forces!for example……

　　The Four Holy Beasts!

　　As for magic?

　　Mu Xueying had never seen it before, not even the Great Emperor had used supernatural powers!

　　The real magical power seems to have disappeared completely with the disappearance of the fairy world!

　　"What if he's alive? His cultivation base was wiped out by Benwei, hehe, ten years of ascetic cultivation was destroyed... His cultivation heart must have been greatly damaged!" Yan Canghai endured his grief and anger. He couldn't stop shouting frantically, and he was already a little hysterical, and even lost his mind.