Chapter 1653： Ancestral ancestors, the final card

"It's Jiang Taichu's voice!"

"He's not yet dead!"

At this moment, many Xianxu monks seemed to be struck by thunder. They were there for a moment, and they couldn't believe it.

"Dinghai!"

I saw that with Jiang Tian's soft drink, the supremely terrifying Ding Haishen showed up, and instantly enveloped the entire ruins over the sky.

Vitality, vegetation, flowing clouds, and even space are all fixed.

The original revolving law and the vortex of the avenue were immobile, like abstract paintings, and even the bodies of the emperor who were falling or rolling were fixed. On the broken head, they can also see their demise, serenity and even relief before death.

"Gourmet!"

Jiang Tian drank again.

Bang!

A magnificent black maniac with a big head, especially a big mouth, appeared, showing the extremely greedy color, but the manifestation of the gluttonous god.

"Eat!"

Gluttonously shook his head, a tumbling, turned into a huge black hole, with unparalleled engulfing power, using only dozens of fingertips, engulfed all the law Avenue clean.

Subsequently, it turned into a dark light and poured into Jiang Tian's magic plate.

"Okay, the spirits, qi and blood, laws and avenues of many emperors belong to me! The key is that they have also absorbed the qi and blood of tens of millions of people, and they are the supreme food. It is enough to raise me to Yuanying Four floors! "

A trace of satisfaction appeared on Jiang Tian's face, and nodded secretly.

No matter how strong Jiang Tian's mood is, it is not the Avenue to Heaven. He can't abandon the seven emotions and six desires, and cut off all the cause and effect of feelings. Living the life of the blood of tens of millions of civilians, I am afraid that it will also cause his Dao heart to be unstable. The birth of magical thoughts can easily lead to the heart-devil robbery and become a stumbling block on Jiang Tian's cultivation road.

But after so many tortures by many emperors, it would be wonderful. Jiang Tian will not produce the slightest demon at all. After all, it was not him who killed him. Counting it, he killed many emperors, and gave revenge to the poor people.

In the sky, the sorrow cloud was bleak, and the lightning flashed.

Above the Fairy Market, the law wailed and the avenue trembled.

Many **** emperors fell, Jiang Tian alone swallowed too many laws and avenues, the heaven and earth communicate with each other, and the world is already in anger and sorrow.

The accumulation of lead clouds, the heavy rain like a note, Jiang Tianao standing proud of the void, and the black robe hunting like a flag, making him look like a devil like a god, shocking the heart.

"The **** emperors of all dynasties were killed by him alone!"

"No, to be exact, many **** emperors have sensed that they are not opponents of Jiang Taichu and chose to detonate their gods. They must die together with Jiang Taichu, but they are still unsuccessful!"

At this time, the entire Xianxu, hundreds of millions of monks and mortals, were all afraid and dumbfounded.

In the past, the emperors of the past, each one of them was extremely talented and cultivated to be powerful.

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The imperial power is unparalleled!

All the gods of the past have shot Jiang Tian, ​​which is a luxurious lineup. It can be said that eternal history is rare.

Moreover, they also borrowed the flesh and blood of tens of millions of people in the ruins of the market, forcibly pushed up the cultivation practice, and returned to their peak state.

It is equivalent to that many emperors in the prime of life, across time and space, together shot Jiang Tian.

The monks of Xianxu thought that Jiang Taichu would definitely die, and they were full of confidence.

But I never imagined that this was the result.

"Hey, how is this possible?"

Fairy Yulian only felt cold all over her body, such as falling into an ice cellar, her pretty face bursting with snow, and her standing was unstable.

The reality is so cruel.

This Jiang Taichu is simply a legendary fairy, no matter what means the Xianxu dynasty took, and what kind of cards it turned over, Jiang Taichu calmly resolved and easily responded!

It seems to be undefeated.

At this time, she felt that Jiang Tian she was facing was not a level of life with her! Xianxu monks are ants!

At this time, the entire imperial palace was dead.

Some slight weeping sounds sounded, and someone was crying, like a wounded beast, like a fearless helpless baby, endless tragic and desperate.

It is a hanging pot offering wine!

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohealing90million living people, our kind, for **** food! Still lose!"

"It was a terrible loss! Even the nine great emperors teamed up and lost!"

"He did n’t lie, the words he and the Master said were true, he must be a fairy! We provoke people who should not provoke! Ten thousand years ago, when we set foot in the fairy market, we were destined to our day The ending! Destroy the country, exterminate the species, exterminate the race! "

At this time, he was lying on the ground, his hair was radiated, his trembling, his nose and tears were rolling down, his forehead touched the ground, his hands were holding his head, he was crying and laughing, his eyes were stunned, like a crazy dog.

"He's crazy?"

The prince Xiahe was full of sorrow and sympathy.

"He's crazy!"

The other nodded firmly.

The hanging pot offering wine, originally a generation of magicians, is on the same level as the **** of medicine. He is kind-hearted, loves life, loves the magic of nature and nature, often eats for rats, and cherishes moths without lighting.

He was not willing to kill the ants, and he saw tens of millions of lives destroyed in an instant. What serious impact would it have on him?

"He's crazy!"

Tianhe Xingjun's face was cold, and suddenly his magical power broke out, toward the hanging pot.

The Hanging Pot Qiqiao sprayed blood and fell to the ground.

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The people were silent, and numb to death.

"Even if Jiang Taichu broke through the ruins, why is that ancestor's opponent?"

At this time, Tianhe Xingjun said softly again.

"Are you talking about the ancestral ancestors?" Prince Xiahe said with a frightened expression.

"What? Did the ancestral ancestor die?"

A prince exclaimed and could not believe it.

The ancestral ancestors were the strong men who accompanied the old ruins to fight for the world. The status is high, in a word, far beyond the rest of the life of the Master, Sword God and Tianhe Xingjun.

Otherwise, how can he be regarded as the ancestor of Tianhe Xingjun?

However, many people rumored that they could not survive the erosion of the years, Shou Yuan dried up, and his life was asleep.

"Do you want to revive the ancestor this time?"

The voice of the prince Xiahe trembles and looks extremely excited.

A royal family looked at some princes who didn't know the truth, and explained softly:

"This is a top secret. The ace of our dynasty is not known to the average person! The ancestral ancestors did not really die. It was just that the Shou Yuan was near, and the mana could not be easily used. Faced with the crisis of annihilation, used to deal with foreign monks. Today, I am afraid I have to break the seal! "

"This is something that can't be done. Mrs. Jiang is too aggressive and vicious, we must bet everything! This is our last hole card!"

Tianhe Xingjun sighed, but in his eyes, it was boundless.

At this time, he was heading north of the city, at the location of Mu Ling Zu Peak, he bowed to the ground, and shouted loudly: "Long Zu, please come out of the mountain! The plague of the world is coming!"

When he fell.

Bang!

An unimaginable momentum rose to the sky.

Let the whole ruins, and even half of the fairy ruins, tremble.

"Ancestor? Which ancestor? How could someone let Xingjun respect the ancestor!"

Numerous monks, regardless of Yuanying, Jindan, and even Huashen, were worshipping on the ground all over the land of Xianxu, and their hearts were suspicious and shocked.

"That is!"

Everyone was shocked and looked around.

Bang!

Mu Ling Zu Peak, which is higher than a thousand feet, is covered with mountains and green, and its momentum is precipitous.

Suddenly, the light burst, illuminating the sky dome, and even the stars in the sky were bleak.

It was countless rules, trembling. Pieces of avenues float up and down, like treasure diamonds, golden, crystal clear, bright and shining like stars. Countless patterns and symbols, as if they were activated, are all blooming.

The palace-like palaces of the immortal palaces are all blooming with radiance, vomiting the glow of light, as if they are awake and welcoming his master.

"Is the old ruin emperor born?"

Numerous monks and mortals stared at the light curtain, their eyes fixed, their hearts shocked.

"Or the predecessors of the Emperor Xu?"

Some people even suspect that it is the old monster out of the age of wood spirit star, the age of overlord.

What is the status of Tianhe Xingjun?

It was one of the three giants who could keep pace with Confucius and Sword God.

Even the emperors of all dynasties listened to him because he had assisted them.

Tianhe Xingjun can be called the existence of the ancestor, obviously, the general ancestors are not enough.

"Even if it is not the old ruling emperor, it is also its peers, even ancestors!"

At this moment, in the waters of Zuixian, the atmosphere was extremely depressed, and Yun Zizi's face was so dignified that he said slowly.

When the ancestor was born, the momentum was too horrible.

At this time, many dragon veins spit out the breath of spirit, just like a long river, like a waterfall, falling towards the imperial palace and toward the wooden Lingzu Mountain.

The nine dragon veins were all trembling and roaring, and even the sounds of dragon chants from ancient times came out, just like the resurrection of Kowloon and the arch of the orbs.

"Huh? Isn't the old monster half-step back to nothing?"

Jiang Tian looked a little surprised.

Jiang Tian's research on the state of the spirits of the fairy ruins is still too thin. Even if he is fishing, he can't push back to the saints. This shows that the cultivation of the emperor of the ruins is likely to stop at the gods.

However, even if the Old Ruin Emperor was resurrected, Jiang Tian was not afraid.

Although he closed for only seven days, he has reached the third layer of Yuanying, and with the help of the Sword of Heaven, he has developed several peerless supernatural powers. The bottom card in the box is prepared to return to the sage.

These peerless supernatural powers, of course, will consume their lives and even reduce their lives, but they are in a hurry and they can't take care of much.

"Even if I return to the old monster, I will kill it!"

Jiang Tian's eyes were tough, and his face was as cold as iron.

boom!

For example, the breath of Hong Barbaric Beast erupted at Mu Ling Zu Feng, starting from Yuanying, breaking through Yuanying's later period, Yuanying's peak, reaching Huashen, and then climbing up and skyrocketing all the way up, as if never ending.

Jiang Tianzheng's eyebrows waited, and suddenly, this breath suddenly disappeared invisible.

Click!

At the top of Mu Ling Zu Feng, the old gate of the vicissitudes opened, and from it came out a body covered in dark and cold armor, even covering his face, wearing a scarlet blood cloak, wearing rusty and mottled bronze war boots, carrying Sensen's lifelessness and filth are like ghosts coming out of Nine Nether Hell.