Saint Ancestor of All Demons

Li Beihan's soul was like a scattered point of light, gradually turning into ashes from bottom to top.

At this moment, he looked up at the ancient sky.

The thunderclouds born from thunder in the sky had a huge hole opened by the previous battle, and the sun's rays turned into beams and shone on his gradually disintegrating soul.

"Sword Emperor, your most incompetent registered disciple failed to take the last step after all, and you have been embarrassed."

He muttered to himself, and then his whole body completely turned into points of light and collapsed.

"May the integrity of the swordsmanship of our ancient human race last forever!"

This is the last voice he left to this world, the ancient human race, the ancestor of the Li family, the ancient sword cultivator, Li Beihan!

"Ancestor!!"

"Fight with these bastards!"

"Kill! Even if you die, you have to hold two people on your back!"

The strong men of the Li family let out their last desperate roars and started killing Ye Mingsi's people as if they were desperate for their lives.

In the starry sky, the giant disappeared and turned into a middle-aged man.

King Luan looked at the bloody wound on his hand and frowned slightly.

"Li Beihan, you are still just one step away from comprehending the great swordsmanship."

The wound on his hand healed slowly, and he looked at the battlefield below with an indifferent expression.

He is a saint, so he naturally doesn't bother to kill those ants on such a battlefield.

Yuesha coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and saluted respectfully to King Luan: "Thank you so much, King Luan, for your rescue."

King Luan nodded slightly, turned around and disappeared without saying anything.

Yuesha does not belong to his subordinates. He came to take action just to show his attitude.

The defensive formation was broken, and the Zhenbei army rushed into the Li family and started a massacre in the huge Li family.

From the elderly to women and children, there are almost no chickens or dogs left.

And Xiang Chen was desperately killing and suppressing the strong men of the Li family, without saying a word, and even secretly burst out some power that did not belong to his identity, killing the strong men of the Li family, and then suppressing the soul.

Two days later, the entire Li family was completely reduced to ashes. In the area where the Li family was located, there was no living person of the Li family bloodline, and tens of millions of people were slaughtered.

And after searching countless corners of the Li family's treasure house, they could not find where the so-called royal tribute treasures were.

But at this moment, it doesn't matter whether the Li family was massacred because of the imperial tribute matter.

Ye Mingsi also lost a lot of people in this battle. About 2,000 people were completely killed, and even more were seriously injured, 4,000 to 5,000 people.

The destruction of the Li family made the words "Ye Mingsi" even heavier in the hearts of countless families.

The Li family was destroyed, their home was ransacked, and all valuables were emptied out. The family that had existed for tens of millions of years was destroyed and disappeared.

In the ruins of the Li family, Ye Mingsi's people began to gradually evacuate.

Xiang Chen stood above the ruins, overlooking the destroyed Li family, silent, his eyes calm, and there seemed to be waves deep in his eyes.

"Xiuchen, what are you looking at? It's time to go."

Leng Xiu came to him and said.

Xiang Chen shook his head and said: "I'll watch for a while, Brother Leng, you can leave first."

This time in Leng Xiu's team, three of their divine bodies were destroyed and one person died.

Leng Xiu looked at Xiang Chen, frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment but didn't go too far, waiting for him from a distance.

Xiang Chen fell into a ruins.

In the ruins, under the broken beams, a young and tender hand stretched out.

The owner of this little hand should be a child of six or seven years old.

What he was holding in his hand was a wooden sword used for training, and he was holding it tightly.

Xiang Chen stretched out his hand to take off the wooden sword in his hand, but his fingers were tightly held.

Xiang Chen waved his hand, and the surrounding ruins, rubble, and broken wooden beams slowly floated up, revealing the figure of the owner of this hand.

The owner of this hand is indeed a child of six or seven years old, but his flesh and blood are so bloody that his specific appearance cannot be clearly seen.

The child was wrapped in the power of restoration in Xiang Chen's hand. The wounds on the child's body were rapidly recovering and healing, and his true appearance was gradually revealed. He was a six or seven-year-old boy, with a delicate appearance and tightly closed eyes.

However, at this moment, his physical body has recovered, but his heartbeat and consciousness still have not recovered.

"Return to Heaven, Return to Soul!!"

Under Xiang Chen's feet, the magic circle spread out, and a strange fluctuation appeared in the surrounding heaven and earth, and the space became distorted.

Dots of light actually gathered from the surrounding void and entered the child's body.

And Xiang Chen's spiritual power was being consumed rapidly, the consumption speed was even more terrifying than when he used his magical power, and his face became paler.

However, the little dots of light that gathered around him merged into the child's body and condensed into a complete soul!

Click!

This is when a tribulation thunder struck down in the sky.

This tribulation thunder is terrifyingly powerful and carries an infinite aura of destruction.

Going against the will of heaven and changing one's fate is a punishment from heaven!

This black divine thunder of punishment fell from the sky and struck Xiang Chen fiercely, carrying a terrifying power that could instantly kill an ordinary lower-level god.

Xiang Chen looked at the heavenly punishment with disdain and threw out more than ten main artifacts.

Rumble…

Under this destructive power, the two main artifacts exploded and shattered.

But the third main artifact resisted.

"You are just following the ruthless laws of nature."

"Ye Wudi!"

At this time, a shrill roar came.

Seven or eight rays of divine light came through the sky.

One of them, with a powerful aura of the Lord God realm, his eyes were about to burst, and his eyes were bloodshot.

It was Aoki and his team members.

Qing Gui's eyes were full of murderous anger. He looked at Xiang Chen and wanted to smash him to pieces, tear him apart and eat him.

"Hey, isn't this a green shit stick? What are you doing here?"

Leng Xiu laughed sarcastically and led his own people to block the front.

"Get out of my way!"

When Qing Gui heard the words "Qing Shi Stick", his whole body was about to explode, and he exploded with anger and blasted out with the power of the Lord God.

The expressions of Leng Xiu and others changed greatly, and they were directly blasted by the opponent's main god's power until they coughed up blood and retreated.

Qing Gui led a few people to Xiang Chen, with anger and murderous intent in his eyes.

Xiang Chen picked up the child's body with one hand and looked at Qing Gui calmly as if he wanted to kill someone.

"Go away."

He spoke indifferently, and there was no emotion in his tone.

"Were you the one who published that Dharma image and ruined my innocence and reputation?" He looked at Xiang Chen with splitting eyes.

"That's right." Xiang Chen said calmly.

"I am going to kill you!"

The green ghost roared, his murderous intent was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but explode.

He took action directly, condensed the sword rainbow with one sword, and stabbed Xiang Chen's body directly.

Uh-huh!

And at this moment, Xiang Chen also moved, the power of space exploded, and the laws of time and space blessed him.

Suddenly youthful!

The edge of a knife appeared in an instant, and the light of the knife, at a speed that even Aoki could not react to, tore through his neck with the terrifying intent of the knife.

The next moment, Xiang Chen appeared behind him, holding the knife in one hand, holding the child in one hand and walking away. With a clang, the knife blade was sheathed and disappeared.

Qinggui's eyes widened, and he covered his neck. Blood spurted out, and his head rolled to the ground. His subordinates around him stood in horror and were silent.