Chapter 1500 The Dao Sons and Holy Sons of the Ancient God Realm All Fall
This battle of Daozi, which affects the minds of dozens of Hedao God Lords and affects the entire ancient divine domain world community, is gradually coming to an end under everyone's gaze.
The gray and chaotic dragon's breath flickered for a moment before suddenly collapsing.
The star of destruction that swallowed up all the sun's rays also flashed several times. The entire star collapsed and collapsed, leaving only a blue-gold flying sword with dim light that retreated back and landed in the hands of a shaky young man in green.
The moment the Taiqing Flying Sword fell into my hand,
Bang!
Jiang Ding's body, from his arms down, experienced a series of explosions. The entire body exploded into a ball of blood mist, leaving only a blue-gold skeleton. He firmly grasped his own flying sword without any wavering.
The opponent has more than ten times the power of himself!
Even though his Sword Spirit Realm swordsmanship, materialistic Sun Sword Soul, and quasi-seventh-level formation mage gave him the qualification to dance on the tip of a sword, there were limits.
In this sword attack, his body was affected by the aftermath of the breath of chaos. It was just a trace, and all the flesh and blood in his body instantly turned into blood mist, which was unable to stop him in the slightest.
"Alas!"
"I am still not strong enough."
"You still need to be tempered, so don't be complacent..."
Jiang Ding didn't pay too much attention to his injuries. The light in his dark skeleton eyes flickered and he looked at the other side, his opponents.
In the true formation star map of Hunyuan Hell in the Heavens, the only remaining twenty-four Taoist Sons of the Ancient God Realm were frozen motionless.
They burned their souls, their flesh and blood, burned everything, and even gave birth to the prototype of the Dharma. They formed a formation with everything they had in their lives, and launched the most powerful blow in their lives.
However, the result was...
"No!"
"How can there be such a creature in the world?"
Youdaozi cried sadly as he had only the last bit of strength left.
"This Holy Son is not willing to give in. This should not be the end of this Holy Son. This Holy Son will definitely become a being above Hedao in the future..."
The Holy Son of the Weaver Sky Spider roared angrily.
He is in charge of the rules of destiny and can see some of the past in the future. He sees that the Weaver Sky Spider clan has successfully obtained the inheritance of the ancient Shinto. In the future, it is expected that they will exist above the Hedao, completely getting rid of the shackles of the ancient god's ancestors and becoming completely free. Restore the glory of the racial hegemony before the era of the ancient god ancestors.
That was the glorious era when all human beings were trampled under their feet and they truly owned the realm!
"Father, save me, kill this damn human ant quickly..."
The Holy Son of the Netherworld Black Sky Crane clan cried weakly.
In comparison, the saint sons of the demon clan who are naturally noble seem to be weaker and unable to accept the reality. They are naturally strong and do lack some upward training.
However, these differences do not mean much at this moment.
Keng!
Jiang Ding drew his sword.
Taiqing Feijian was too dim at this time.
At this time, a sword was slashed out, surrounded by the order of the six paths of the sun, and the sword spirit realm swordsmanship was used to follow the path of rules and cut an extremely beautiful arc, showing the strongest swordsmanship in this realm.
"Stop! Ant!"
"How dare you!"
"If you kill my son, I will definitely ask you to live and die, and fight to the death with your Dongji Demon Sect..."
At this moment, countless Hedao God Lords showed fierce looks in their eyes, and countless Monster Clan God Lords from the Ten Thousand Clans Alliance sternly sent threats. Their killing intent was overwhelming, making the entire starry sky as cold as a prison.
These demon kings are quite straightforward, barbaric and vulgar, and they are just brutal threats.
"Bastard!"
"Despicable human slave!"
The most furious one among the seven dominant races of the Ten Thousand Clans Alliance was undoubtedly Heitian Shenjun, the Hedao God Lord of the Netherworld Heitianhe clan. He said sternly: "If you dare to kill my son, I will definitely demand the lives of hundreds of millions of Dongji Demon Sect disciples." , you will be cut into thousands of pieces, your soul will be tortured for hundreds of millions of years, and you will never be reincarnated!”
"Little friend, I have a supreme treasure with Yang attribute here..."
There is a god named Hedao who took a different approach, tempting him with extremely precious treasures of heaven and earth, and negotiating terms sincerely.
"This clan is willing to form an alliance with the Dongji Demon Sect and share the wealth and honor..." Another Hedao Lord was tempted by the general trend.
There are various conditions and interferences. No one thinks that the so-called sacred sword fight is something that needs to be respected, and they are using all their strength to hinder it.
All these,
What does it mean to a Sun Sword cultivator?
It was a sword light.
A more graceful and swifter sword light.
The sword light formed by the Taiqing Flying Sword drew a graceful arc, passing through the necks of the ancient gods' realm's Void Refining Geniuses who were seriously injured and unable to maintain the formation.
In an instant, the head fell to the ground, and blood sprayed several feet high, painting unforgettable scenes in the starry sky.
Among them, there were Daozi and Shengzi, who tried to escape, burned everything, and used various trump cards, such as concealment, space escape, or deformation and disguised as dust-like existences.
However, this makes no sense.
They lost their formation and were seriously injured. They were just a piece of cake to Taiqing Feijian, and they were swept away.
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Under one sword,
Kill the Daozi of the Ancient God Realm, three out of twenty!
These famous geniuses, Taoists, and Holy Sons of the Ancient God Realm were regarded by countless monks as unparalleled geniuses and future rulers of the realm. However, their deaths were not spectacular at all, and they died as simply as ants.
Keng!
Clang!
The Taiqing Flying Sword returns with a cheerful sword sound, and the sound of the sword of the great avenue spreads in all directions, making people realize the truth.
The skull-shaped Jiang Ding closed his eyes slightly, carefully feeling the beauty and joy of this moment, and there were many inspirations, thoughts, and many swordsmanship ideas appearing in the sea of consciousness. The swordsmanship of the Sword Spirit Realm moved towards the middle stage, and quickly entered the middle stage. About to break through to the late stage.
After some reflection, there is no problem in breaking through to the late stage of Sword Spirit Realm, the sixth realm of Sword Dao.
There is also the Materialist Sun Sword Soul.
After experiencing a life-and-death fight with Fa Xiu, Jian Xiu's sword heart became more determined, and Wei Xin's sword soul also got some breakthroughs, and once again approached the sword soul of Sword Master Jianzi of the Upper Realm Immortal Sect.
Of course, at the same time, there were also some unharmonious insults and threats.
"Okay, okay!"
"A mustard ant dares to kill the descendants of this god in front of me..."
"In this life, you ant, you'd better not step out, otherwise, I will definitely kill you with my own hands..."
These are the Hedao Divine Lords of the Ten Thousand Clans Alliance.
After confirming that it is useless, the human race Hedao Shenjun will not verbally threaten so many times. They will only act and not shout anything.
This kind of verbal threat has no effect except to vent the anger in one's heart, and it also has the negative impact of alerting the enemy.
Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes and looked at the many Allied Gods of Ten Thousand Tribes who were shouting at him outside the Cangtian Pavilion.
He smiled kindly.
"Senior Black Sky of Netherworld Black Sky Crane,"
Jiang Ding looked at the most conspicuous black magic crane and said sincerely: "Senior is so enthusiastic, I will remember it."
"Five hundred years at the latest, I will definitely come to your tribe and carefully inspect every Netherworld Black Crane to see if they have violated the laws of the Immortal Sect and whether they have devoured humans."
"If so, I will mercifully grant him death."
"If your whole clan is like this, then your whole clan can also gather together. This can be regarded as being reunited with fellow Taoist disciple Heitianhe. This couldn't be better..."
He is compassionate and compassionate.
"Hey!"
The Lord Black Sky of the Netherworld Black Sky Crane clan sneered.
(End of chapter)