On the ancient huge altar, the old man standing tremblingly, wearing a strange robe with complex runes, holding a curved black bone scepter, looked up slightly at the corpses of humans and monsters thrown down in the void. He had strong anger in his deep eyes, and his white bearded and trembling gritted teeth and looked at the man who was also standing on the other side of the altar in front of him: "Black Demon God, do you really want to have a Han tribe with me until you die?"

"Old thing, can't you see the situation clearly yet?" The cold man, wearing a black robe and a dark face, flashing with a thin metallic luster, sneered: "Don't die? Since my child died in the hands of the previous generation leader of the Han tribe, you have the Han tribe, you are destined to exterminate the clan."

The old man holding the black bone scepter also had a cold look on his old face: "Destroy the clan? I have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and I have many enemies, but none of them dared to threaten to destroy me have Han tribe. Even if you are a black demon god, you have to pay a heavy price to destroy me with Han tribe."

"Black Black Demon God, kill my father. I have Han Yanfeng swore that one day I will need to kill you to take revenge. If you want to destroy me, Han tribe, unless you step over my body," the handsome and cold young man carrying a dark golden sword behind the old man gritted his teeth and stared at the black demon god with a sharp look on his hatred.

The black demon god who glanced at the young man couldn't help but narrow his eyes: "Is there Han Yanfeng? The son of the former patriarch of the Han tribe? I want to avenge your father? Unfortunately, you are too weak. A mere pure yang immortal is not my enemy."

"Is that true?" You Han Yanfeng's eyes became more fierce, and his whole body was filled with a sharp evil spirit. Facing a strong man like the Black Demon God, he became more warlike.

The Black Demon God shook his head calmly: "Yes, he is worthy of being the most outstanding genius child of the Youhan Tribe. Maybe in the future you will become the most powerful cultivator of the Youhan Tribe. What a pity! You don't have that opportunity. Today, all the cultivators who have reached the level of Pure Yang Immortal Cultivator will die."

"Black Black Demon God. If you fight like this, you, Heiwushan and I, will only suffer both losses. Could it be that in order to avenge, you really don't care about the lives of your subordinates at all?" The tall and cold woman wearing a weird robe with complex runes on the other side of the old man couldn't help but say coldly. The cold and pleasant voice, style_txt; with a touching smell.

"Both losers and both sides are injured?" The black demon god who seemed to be smiling had a weird tone: "You don't think you are sure enough. Will I take the risk of bringing people to fight the Youhan tribe to the death?"

The cold and beautiful woman was stunned for a moment, then she said in a disgusting voice: "Are you..."

Ah...Ah... Two shrill screams sounded almost at the same time. Two monks from the Youhan tribe who were fighting fiercely with the powerful men on the Heiwu Mountain in the air who reached the level of the Daluo Golden Immortal were penetrated by a black light and collapsed into two blood mists. Even the soul was instantly destroyed and dissipated.

"What? No...Great Grandpa!" The cold and beautiful woman with her beautiful eyes widened, and her pretty face turned pale in an instant.

"Be careful!" The other five cultivators at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal in the Han tribe also looked shocked.

Almost at the same time, a black light flashed and came to a slightly fat old man in Youhan tribe with green robe and crane hair and a childish face.

The seemingly kind old man's eyes tightened, and then a look of madness flashed through his eyes. His kind face instantly twisted, and his breath was violently roaring: "Die together!"

With a bang..., the space instantly twisted, and a terrifying energy storm swept away. A black figure transformed from a black light flew out in a little embarrassed manner. It turned into a person exactly the same as the black demon god, but its aura was more fierce and violent than the black demon god. At the same time, the black demon god transformed from the black light with a look of shock and anger could not help but spurt out blood, and its aura was a little messy.

The power generated by a strong man at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal is still at the core of the energy explosion. Even if the attack power is increased by one level, the black demon god dares not underestimate it.

The four cultivators at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal in Youhan tribe all showed sadness, anger and pain on their faces, while the demons who also reached the level of Daluo Mountain who hurriedly dodged away were secretly lingering in fear. If the Black Blue Demon God was replaced by them, I was afraid that it would be not as simple as vomiting blood just now, and even if I don’t die, I will definitely be seriously injured.

"It's decisive enough! It's cruel enough!" The black demon god in the air looked at the remaining four cultivators of the Youhan tribe at the level of the Great Luo Jinxian. He gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that if you want to destroy the Youhan tribe, you really have to pay a price! Okay, it's great! I want to see today, what trump cards do you have in Youhan tribe?"

As his words fell, the black demon god on the altar below also looked at the old man who was confronting him with a sneer: "Old thing, you have the high priest of the Han tribe, take out your trump card to protect your tribe! Otherwise, you probably won't have the chance to take it out again."

"Ancestor God? Have your cultivation reached the level of Ancestor God?" The old man Youhan tribe's high priest's voice was low and dumb, and there was a hint of incredible and unwilling look in his deep eyes.

"Haha..." The black demon god laughing loudly said in his tone: "Not bad! Old guy, do you think I can't destroy you? You have the Han tribe?"

"Ancestor God? Did I have the ancestor of the Han tribe ever reach the level? How could it be?" The tall and cold woman with a trembling voice twitched violently: "Is this God wants to destroy me? Is there a Han tribe?"

The ancestor god? The four cultivators at the level of Jinxian in Youhan tribe who were still looking at each other was a little desperate, but their eyes were more determined. It was the Han tribe who trained them, and they were the pillars of Youhan tribe. This is the root they have protected for thousands of years, and they must try their best to protect even if they die.

"Ancestor God?" After a little lost, the handsome young man carrying the dark golden divine sword became even more sharp: "Even if he dies, he can die with an ancestral god, and I will not be in vain for Han Yanfeng to do this. If I want to destroy me, I have Han tribe, even if it is an ancestral god, I must bite a drop of his blood."

Feeling the desire of the monks of Youhan Tribe to die. The black demon god couldn't help but look up and smiled: "Haha... child, have you seen it? Soon, everyone in Youhan Tribe will be buried with you. I will use their blood to pay tribute to you. Just watch your father kill them all!"

"Kill me! No one left!" The black demon god who roared wildly pointed at the monks of the Han tribe. All the Black Monsters of the Black Monster were killed even more crazily.

Seeing this, the high priest of the Youhan tribe couldn't help but narrow his eyes as if he had closed it. He calmly ordered the Han Yanfeng and the cold-sex woman behind him, "Go! Go and help the tribe members and kill all the invading enemies."

"Yes!" After saluting respectfully to the high priest, Youhan Yanfeng decisively flashed to the void behind the four Daluo Golden Immortal level cultivators of the Youhan tribe, looking coldly at the Black Rushan demon clan who was slaughtering, and reached out to pull out the dark golden sword on his back.

"Grandpa of High Priest!" The cold and beautiful woman looked at the high Priest hesitantly.

The high priest continued calmly, "You can't help me here. The tribesmen need you even more."

"Yes!" The cold and beautiful woman who gritted her teeth and responded had to slowly take a few steps back, then turn toward the air.

"Haha, old thing! I know you're hiding deeply, come out your real trump card! Otherwise, today will be the day when the Cold Tribe is extinct," the black demon god laughed wildly, and his whole body was filled with black sticky pain, like a surging liquid, his breath was terrifyingly strong, and his figure blurred, and he came to the high priest in an instant.

"Muduluo..." The high priest who exuded a low sound scale from his mouth. However, his seemingly dead body suddenly had a mysterious and majestic aura fluctuations spread out, and a hazy blue light emanated from his body, as if the energy of the domain instantly filled the entire altar.

Buzz... The space seemed to be frozen. The black demon god with his rapidly stagnant figure had slowed down after approaching the high priest. At the same time, as the black demon god punched the high priest, there was also a rich blue light on the high priest's chest condensed into a substantial barrier.

Amid the muffled sound, it seemed like an elastic barrier. The rebound force directly made the black demon god fly away.

At the same time, a rich blue light formed above the high priest, turning into a huge human-shaped energy figure with a crystal-like blurred face.

The invisible fluctuations spread from the human-shaped energy figure, instantly causing all the monks of the Youhan tribe to feel a sense of familiarity spreading from their bloodlines. They also instantly thought of the identity of the human-shaped energy figure, which was the ancestor of the entire Youhan tribe, the ancestor Youhan who had reached the realm of the ancestor god.

"Original ancestor, protect your descendants!" The high priest knelt on the altar like softness, his voice hoarse.

"There is the Han ancestor?" The black demon god's expression changed slightly, and he immediately sneered: "An old guy who has been dead for many years, even if he was once a strong man at the level of the ancestor god, what can he do to me?"

Although he said this, the Black Crow Demon God was secretly alert in his heart. After all, the one who had prevented him from killing the high priest before was obviously the power left by the ancestor Han. Although the Black Crow Demon God was confident, he had just reached the level of the ancestor god not long ago.

The human-shaped energy figure, the ancestor Han slowly raised his head, his breath surging, and the space around him fluctuated.

Om... The ancestor Youhan, who seemed to slowly raise his hand, naturally triggered the gathering of endless cold fog, forming a dark blue fog and slapped at the black demon god like a palm.

"Hmph!" The black demon god who snorted coldly soared into the sky and punched the foggy palm.

Boom...As the sound of energy explosion, the black fist shadow smashed into the foggy palm, which immediately caused the foggy palm to tremble violently, as if it might collapse at any time.

The black demon god, who was originally very confident, immediately changed his expression slightly, and quickly flashed to the ground, looking at the fist that was condensed with a layer of ice in the cold air.

The whole body trembled and took a step back, and the energy figure also faded slightly.

"Okay! It's worthy of being the ancestor Youhan. Even if it's an energy incarnation, it should not be underestimated!" The black demon god who sneered, black close-fitting armor appeared on his body. At the same time, the flow of black liquid-like material on his fist quickly stagnated into a layer of cuticle.

Taking a deep breath, the black demon god who had a slightly accumulating momentum flashed into a black phantom and killed in front of Youhan's ancestor.

Boom... with a punch, the space shaking. The same palm slapped and the black demon god with a hard move, the ancestor Youhan suddenly felt trembling all over his body and was about to collapse.

"Ancestor!" With a sad roar, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the high priest who was about to break. The next moment, his body shrank and dried up like a blood mist. The blood mist quickly rushed into the energy-transformed body of the Han ancestor who was illusory in the air.

Absorbing the blood mist. The ancestor Youhan, who seemed to be alive, emitted a mysterious wave of vitality all over his body. The richer ice and cold water mist rushed towards him like a means of pulling him, and was quickly absorbed by him. Slowly, the illusory energy surface condensed into a transparent crystal armor on the surface of his body.

"Old thing, it's really difficult to deal with," Looking at the high priest who was crawling on the ground like a dead bone, he turned to the Ancestor Youhan whose breath suddenly became much stronger. The Black Monster Demon God couldn't help but gritted his teeth and looked cold: "It seems that if you want to deal with the energy incarnation of Ancestor Youhan, you have to pay some price!"

"High Priest!" The monks of the Youhan tribe who fought fiercely with the demon clan on the Heiwu Mountain were very angry and noticed that many of the scenes that happened on the altar were crying out in grief.

"Kill!" Han Yanfeng, whose eyes were red, held the dark golden magic sword in his hand tightly. The murderous intent was strong. Wherever his figure passed, the corpses of demon clans of the Golden Immortal level fell from the air, and blood splattered in the night sky.

"Grandpa High Priest!" The cold and beautiful woman with beautiful eyes and tears also quickly formed mysterious and complex seals with her jade hands, either using formations or using spiritual means. In short, she tried her best to influence the strong men of the Black Murder Clan, which affected them and showed flaws. The monks of the Han tribe were sad and determined to seize the opportunity to try their best to kill the strong men of the Black Murder Clan. Gradually, they actually gained some advantage.

The main reason is that the four cultivators at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal in the Han tribe all fought wildly. The terrible explosion instantly made the strong men of the same level on the Black Wushan side very afraid, and they were unable to suppress them for a moment.

Roar... The black demon god who made a low roar sound from his mouth. The dark face showed ferocious stratum corneum, which looked a little ferocious and terrifying. His body bent slightly, and the aura in his body became violent and unstable in an instant, making the surrounding space tremble as if it was about to twist.

"Break it for me!" The black demon god with a ferocious look on his face instantly killed in front of Youhan's ancestor, punched out, and the space was twisted, and a vague space crack appeared.

"Ice Divine Seal!" A vague murmur sounded, and the shadow of the hand was like a magical seal. The energy in his body surged out and condensed into a dark blue ice seal in front of him. As soon as the ice seal appeared, the surrounding space could not withstand the pressure and was twisted and sunken.

Peng... A punch that tore through the space hit the Ice Divine Seal. With a muffled sound, the Ice Divine Seal suddenly seemed to be stagnant in the void. Then a fine crack appeared and then burst open.

Sneak... The black demon god's punch accumulated power again and exploded, instantly shattering the ice armor on the chest of Youhan's ancestor, and punched through his body.

There was the energy incarnation of Han's ancestor stagnated, and then the illusion began to disappear.

Puff... With a slight sound, as the energy incarnation of Youhan's ancestor disintegrated, the black demon god's fist also freezes, shattering into ice chips and drifting away, and half of his arms were frozen into broken ice.

Hiss... The black demon god who took a deep breath instantly floated like a tide.

The black demon god with a cold gaze activated the energy in his body to make his hands grow again. Instead, he looked at the stalemate battlefield where the monks on both sides fought, and cursed coldly: "A bunch of waste!"

"Everyone is dead!" The black demon god whose figure instantly dissipated in a blur, appeared behind one of the only four remaining cultivators of the Daluo Golden Immortal level in the Youhan tribe.

Sneak... The cultivator at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal in the Han Tribe was fighting. When he just realized something was wrong, he was pierced by a finger light, and his head exploded directly. The terrible finger light directly destroyed his soul and his soul was scattered.

"Second brother!" "Second brother!" The other three cultivators at the level of Daluo Jinxian in the Han tribe also shouted in grief and anger.

"Second Elder!" He shouted in pain and said a crazy roar with his eyes that was so passionate that he was roaring, and directly held the dark golden sword in his hand and rushed towards the black demon god.

Seeing this, the black demon god whose figure had just condensed, he suddenly saw the murderous intent and was determined to take action to kill Youhan Yanfeng.

"Yanfeng!" The remaining three cultivators at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal in the Han Tribe were shocked to see this, and they all flashed towards the Black Chronic Demon God, obviously trying to stop the Black Chronic Demon God.

The black demon god with a cold face curled a ferocious arc on the corner of his mouth and suddenly punched it out. In an instant, the void ahead shook and twisted, forming a vortex like a vortex that made the three Daluo Jinxians and Youhan Yanfeng of the Youhan Tribe go toward the vortex at a faster speed.

Amid the violent explosion, the four people and the black demon god were almost at the same time flew out by the violent energy power.

Puff... The black demon god with a trembling body couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. In order to deal with the energy incarnation of Youhan Ancestor Youhan, he used this trick to severely damage the four strongest monks of Youhan tribe, such as Youhan Yanfeng. The energy-pulling laughter caused the black demon god to suffer some injuries.

However, the black demon god didn't care about this. Instead, he smiled with a ferocious smile and locked in the coldest position of You Han Yanfeng, who was also injured and was even more seriously injured. His figure appeared in front of You Han Yanfeng the next moment, and punched him hard at You Han Yanfeng's chest.

Amid the low sound of gold and iron fighting, Han Yanfeng hurriedly blocked the dark golden sword in front of him, and was directly slapped on the body by the magic sword. He flew out in a mess like a burning sound, and blood was squirting from his mouth.

"Isn't you dead like this?" The black demon god gritted his teeth and flashed again toward Youhan Yanfeng.

Seeing the black demon god coming to his front, facing his cold gaze full of murderous intent, Han Yanfeng couldn't help feeling despair. At this time, he was severely injured and his magic power in his body was disordered and he was unable to resist at all.

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