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As the Supreme Realm cultivators attacked, they also prepared to escape. As a result, their range of attack was small, but their ability was astonishing. Their outburst was not directed at Ling Jun, but rather at those who wanted to repel the looters.

Peng peng peng, Ling Yu rushed out of the smoke and was attacked from all directions. Puchi! The spear light that he shot out didn't have any defensive or offensive effects.

"Boom!" Di Yue's attack was able to blow away all of the spirits that were hanging by a thread. Everyone tried their best to chase him. She cursed Di Yue for being shameless. However, they didn't deny that Di Yue's move was very effective. Now that Zhu Changming was dead, speed was a good choice. But why is it that you, Di Yue, are the most confident?

"Ji Ling could vaguely feel that the godly spear in his hand was still struggling to pull him up to the sky." You can go by yourself! " His Primordial Spirit erupted with a near powerless power, and he activated the Hundred Steps Flying Sword to strike the God Slaughtering Spear into the sky. The recoil sent him plummeting down.

The moment the godly spear appeared, it turned into a stream of light as it pierced through the cloud layer. Ling Du then saw a few black shadows chase after him.

The God Slaughtering Spear had attracted the attention of all the supreme experts. Without it, who would care about a person who must die? Spirit also felt that their lives were coming to an end. The boundless darkness descended once more. Terrible loneliness, the pain of losing one's soul. The bloodiest scene appeared once again. Du Ruo, who was covered in blood, was surrounded by six crazy Saints.

What was a newspaper? He had killed his wife with his own hands. How could he possibly have the face to be reborn? "Why aren't you dead? You're not dead …" "A familiar voice caused my spirit to crumble." Ah, I just can't die! The War Ancestor was born! " Rage ignited his life force, and his spirit energy exploded forth. He formed a seal in the air, summoning the War Ancestor.

Roar … An earth-shattering sound rang out as the terrifying power that tore through the void caught the spirit within itself.

The spirit energy landed on a soft back. Phew, it's saved. He opened his eyes slightly. Well, that's not right. When the War Ancestor appeared, it should have been a day filled with white light. Why were there red and yellow lights in front of him, and even the whistling of the wind?

Wrong? "None." "Who is the genius that dares to be attached to my Yang family." Screech … A deafening cry rang out as the spirit once again descended. He saw the giant bird that he had summoned using his Psychic Soul. The wings were more than ten feet long, and the fiery red feathers were dotted with a dazzling yellow color, especially the yellow feathers on the head and tail.

Bright! The Psychic Divine Bird of the Eternal Sun. The last time, the power of the Primordial Spirit was greater than the blood sacrifice, so the Primordial Spirit came out to fight against the Ancestor. This time, his Primordial Spirit was powerless and his blood sacrifice was dominant. In the end, he managed to bring it out spiritually.

Why was the War Ancestor unhappy? He came out and said Yang Clan brat! Presumably, it was able to sense the aura of enlightenment when it was in Spirit Channeling state. Alright, one Spiritualist Divine Beast isn't enough to deal with, yet another one is coming.

No matter if it was in terms of combat strength or temper, the Divine Bird was no weaker than the Battle Ancestor.

「 Boom!」 Even their health fell to the ground as their health dropped to another level. As fast as lightning, Heavy Light sealed the space. It seemed to feel a terrifying power. So much so that he looked up at the sky and said, "Heavenly Phoenix, Heavenly Phoenix?"

Cough, cough. All of them struggled on the spot but were unable to get up. The one in front of him seemed to be the same Yang Wencheng's … Little Heavy Ming! "The Spirit Cultivator's eyes were blazing with fire. The Yang Wenjun was dead, but he was still alive." "Quick, tell me what kind of battle Yang Wensheng has experienced."

"Monster, get out here!" The small Heavy Ming Yuan Spirit turned into a stream of soul consciousness and poured into Ling Jun's body, wanting to chase him out.

"It's me, I'm Ling Jun." Ling Jun hurriedly revealed his identity. This guy can't do anything. Amongst all the spirit beasts, the Heavy Ming was the most abnormal. Usually, they were spirit beasts, but they were able to defy the law and summon people into the mysterious void. That was a world that only a supreme expert would be able to sense. It existed within the endless void.

Just what kind of person could sense the Spirit World? At least in the history known to Spirit, there was no such man, including the pre-apocalypse world of 50,000 years ago. Although he had a little interest in the Spirit Communication Contract. Unfortunately, he did not find a suitable target for the Spiritual Communication Space, much less discover it.

Without a doubt, the Heavy Ming race was an unusual race among spirit beasts.

He was very familiar with this guy in front of him. Not to mention destroying his current self, even if a Saint angered him, he would still die.

"What, you swallowed his Primordial God?" After wreaking havoc, Zhong Ming withdrew in anger. Not only was the Yang family's descendants possessed, their souls were also possessed. If he wanted to break free from the Spirit Binding, he would have to kill the person in front of him.

"No, I only possessed his body after he died. However, his desire to survive is too strong, even if his soul is destroyed, his divine sense is still there." "The Yang family..." Before Ling Jun could finish his sentence, a bird's claw had already landed on his body.

"This King hates people like you who possess another body and are reborn." "As he spoke, Zhong Ming transformed into his human form." I'll let you clearly see who has the right to call me out. "

Even without his reminder, Ling Jun was already stunned. Little Heavy Ming had already become a king. Time was really something that made people crumble.

Zhong Ming changed into the appearance of Yang Wensheng. Young and tall. Dressed in white. It was not the old, despairing, one-armed old man from his memories.

"It's really you?" The light of life appeared and Spirit Master gave a loud shout as he stood up on the spot, grabbing the Heavy Ming King in his hand.

"What virtue." He had not heard this name for five thousand years. It was Yang Wencheng's calligraphy.

Nothing happened that day, and both of them continued to spar against each other. Only when both of them unleashed their Spirit Channeling techniques did they stop. After the carefree battle, the two beasts could not help but talk about the world, each having their own ambitions.

Spiritualist naturally kept on shouting and killing as he walked, and he even gave himself a small word: 'Ping'. He vowed to remain calm.

Yang Wencheng praised, then she wrote a few words for herself: Morality. You are calm, I will fix the land. The two of them were perplexed.

The light before his eyes was as bright as that day. A surge of pride made him blurt out.

I almost fell for it! Even if he didn't make a move, the opponent wouldn't be able to survive. When he was about to regain his senses, his origin soul recovered. "I snuck into his body once more, only to find out that it was still the spirit of the savior." "Pretending to be mysterious and causing you to turn into ashes." Prince Chong Ming grabbed Ling Junzi's head with his big hand. He did not want to stay any longer. This was definitely a place of conflict.

Roar … A roar sounded out in the air, and the aura it exuded was extremely familiar. "Zhong Ming immediately let go." It's you? "Come out!" He roared into the sky, his emotions spiraling out of control.

"It won't come out. I can't come out by myself." Ling Jun also knew that the one who roared was the War Ancestor. One hated him for stealing the spirit, while the other said he possessed the body. The problem is quite serious.

"You …" Prince Chong Ming once again grabbed Ling Jun, "I will search your God."

Roar … Another loud sound rang out. The world was filled with an inexhaustible desire for battle. The War Ancestor displayed his might. F * ck, it doesn't matter if you search him or not, what's the point in searching me to become an idiot.

"Haha, you're awake now, you're awake. Come on, come on out. The Old Kingdom had been destroyed. You've been hiding for five thousand years. Why did you come out again! " Filled with anger, Prince Chong Ming raised his big hand and slapped it towards Ling Jun. He did not care why the War Ancestor appeared. All he knew was that the War Ancestor had hidden his spirit five thousand years ago. It had sealed off all perception, including the location of its people.

They were all divine beasts, so who wouldn't have an enormous family? Even though their spirits were sealed, the War Ancestor could step into the void to assist in this battle. No, they didn't show up until the time that Yang Wencheng had sealed off all of his energy and rushed to the battle of life and death.

Traitor. In the eyes of Prince Chong Ming, the Battle Ancestor was a traitor, and now he was wise to others. How could he not be angry?