The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

The golden blood energy erupted, Ling Tian's fighting intent pointed directly at the Taikoo royal family.

It's okay to dispatch a great saint-level powerhouse to chase down the ordinary boy of the murderous clan, but dispatching the Zhundi will violate the bottom line of the Holy Body of Great Accomplishment!

The whole body was golden, and it was photographed from a high altitude like the golden palm of an ancient Buddha covering the sky and the sun, aiming directly at the Emperor Zhun who was secretly following.

"Whoever dares to come out again, die!"

The Dao of the Holy Body of Great Completion resounded through the Big Dipper, and the Taikoo royal family was angry.

"Holy body of the human race, are you going to start a showdown with the Taikoo people and the Supreme Being of the restricted area?"

Hearing the other party's question, Dacheng Sacrament's eyes were filled with disdain.

"So what, I don't mind the final showdown in my dying body, and pull a few ancient ancestors on the road, I think the Supreme Being of the restricted area is still very happy!"

His eyes turned to the restricted area, "Is that right, without the threat of the Holy Body of the Human Race and the ancestors of the Primordial Royal Family, the entire world is your resource!"

When Dacheng Sacrament said this, he did not hide it, but directly opened his mouth and sneered in the direction of the restricted area.

This is a plan of alienation, and he is still upright!

The ancestors of the Taikoo tribe were silent. There were many of them who had become enlightened in the past, but for the sake of the tribe, they chose to proclaim themselves!

To a certain extent, they are the same as the Holy Body of Great Perfection, they are all fighting for the development of their own clan!

As the strongest people, they still retain their attachment to the race and the world, and there is still warmth in their hearts.

But the Supreme Beings in the restricted area are different. Even though they were born in the ancient times, they were once the only ones in the Nine Heavens in the Immemorial Time, but their humanity has long since disappeared when they decided to cut themselves!

That knife cut off the pride of an emperor, and also cut off the heart of the emperor who protected them for life!

The price of the emperor's self-proclaimed self-proclaimed is far greater than the price they pay again, so big that they have almost become puppets of longevity, without emotional killers.

The kings of the Primordial Clan have reason to believe that if they fell in the duel with the Human Race, then the people of the Primordial Royal Clan would actually be no different from the Human Race in the eyes of the supreme beings who have gone crazy for their lives.

Even due to the strength of the primordial life source, it may receive greater care!

In the end, they learned to be silent, and there is no Homo sanctuary to advance the final duel!

The nine great saints of the Taikoo tribe came out together, and the overwhelming holy majesty almost covered the sky and the earth, all for the sake of an ordinary teenager of the human race.

The human race has a great sage who fights with him from time to time. They are both human races, and they can't ignore it. In the end, if there is no suppression from the high-level on both sides, perhaps the war has spread to the quasi-emperor level, and it is only a short distance from the life-and-death confrontation between the two races. a step far.

But even so, the roar of the Great Sage is heard from time to time in the various star domains of the human race, and the site of the Taikoo clan is even more brazenly counterattacked by the peerless Great Sage.

Quasi-Emperor War, imminent!

Five hundred years is not a very long period of life for the nearly six thousand years of the Great Saint level!

But for ordinary teenagers, it is a turbulent five hundred years between life and death. There is great terror between life and death, and it can also make people explode with great potential!

Five hundred years ago, under the pursuit of nine great saints, relying on the mysterious way of space, he finally set foot on the realm of great saints!

And completed the final counter-kill!

On a rainy night, the heads of the nine Great Sage-level powerhouses of the ancient clan were lined up and hung on the gate of a clan of the ancient clan.

"Those who offend my human race, die!"

The six bright red characters were stained with Shengwei, which was written with the blood of the Great Sage. As for the blood, it is natural to imagine.

Under the starry sky, Dacheng Sacrament looked with satisfaction at the black-haired youth who had grown up and no longer looked like an ordinary boy.

"Nine hundred years, nine hundred years to set foot in the Quasi-Emperor Realm!"

He didn't say any extra words, and if he said too much, it would bring too much pressure to the black-haired youth.

"Ok!"

Turning around silently, the black-haired youth silently disappeared from the air.

I don't know when, behind the Holy Body of Dacheng, there appeared a strong man exuding the mighty emperor. The youngest among them was a middle-aged man who appeared old.

Others are men and women, all of them look like a group of old people.

But their eyes are still sharp, and the supreme majesty surrounds them!

Even if there are only thirteen of them, they are the top group of people in the world, and they are the last heritage of the human race.

"Father, is it worth it?"

The middle-aged Emperor Zhundi, who had a very similar face to Dacheng Sheng, opened his mouth and looked at the father in front of him. He already knew his father's decision.

"Have those children been arranged?"

Ignore the words of the middle-aged Zhundi, even if he is his child.

The Holy Body of Dacheng looked at an old man with a hunched body and a deep breath like a sea. He showed a trace of trance. He still remembered the old man's youthful appearance.

Not only the old man, but even the group of people around the old man were the arrogant sons of his era. For the sake of the human race and to help themselves, most of them died in battle, and now there are only these.

"Old friend, tell me, let's do something!"

The old man opened his mouth, and when he came up, he punched the Holy Body of Dacheng!In his eyes, there is no saint, only the comrades who fought side by side!

"Let's go first, you stand for us!"

An old woman stepped out, her delicate face was gone, and now there is only the dry face of Yi Lao!