"Puff!"

The ancient khan was pierced through his heart by a flying sword, and his vitality was completely wiped out. Before he died, his mind was blank, and then his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

"Ten-Terminal Sword Box, collect."

Zhuo Yunxian's thought moved, and thousands of flying swords returned to the sword box and merged into his body to continue to nurture.

"Cry!"

"Pu Leng - Pu Leng -"

The white crane flapped its wings and fell from the sky, landing lightly beside Zhuo Yunxian.

"Thanks."

Zhuo Yunxian gently stroked the feathers of Baihe, and a warm feeling rose in his heart. This is his fairy spirit and his companion.

Since the colorful illusion stone was shaped in Taixu Realm, the White Crane Fairy has undergone a wonderful transformation. Not only can it ride in Taixu Realm, but it can even condense entities in reality, and also produce a trace of spiritual intelligence. So at the critical moment just now, the White Crane took the initiative to transform and carried Zhuo Yunxian out of heaven.

After killing so many people, and they are all masters of fate, Zhuo Yunxian not only did not feel happy, but instead felt an inexplicable heaviness.

Zhuo Yunxian pursues immortality and is free and detached, so he values ​​life very much and never likes to kill people...

However, Zhuo Yunxian is not an indecisive person. Since Kunlou and others want to kill him, then these people will be killed, which is no big deal.

On the contrary, Kunlou, Duo, Gu Khan and others store a large number of immortal stones and treasures of heaven and earth.

After collecting Zhuo Yunxian, he roughly estimated that these things add up to hundreds of millions of immortal stones, especially some materials are very cherished. Even if there are immortal stones, it is difficult to buy them, and the harvest is huge!

As for the troubles after going out, Zhuo Yunxian has his own way to escape.

...

"Zhuo Yunxian, what's going on?"

Li Tian and others just heard the movement from the cliff and rushed over carefully. Unexpectedly, they saw corpses all over the ground, bloody and bloody, and a strong bloody smell in the air.

Zhuo Yunxian's killing intention had faded, and he said calmly: "They wanted to kill me, so I killed him."

Such a simple sentence sounded extremely shocking to Li Tian and others.

So many masters of life acupoints, including a peak master like Kunlou, were killed by Zhuo Yunxian alone, and they didn't even have a chance to escape.

Li Tian was in a good mood. He had seen Zhuo Yunxian's group attack methods and knew the terrifying power of the Ten-Straight Sword Box, so he could still remain calm.

The other ancient geniuses were frightened and full of fear, fearing that Zhuo Yunxian would kill them all to silence them. After all, so many tribal geniuses were destroyed by this, the Rong and Man tribes would definitely not give up. Once this matter was investigated, Zhuo Yunxian would have great trouble. The two would never die and there was no room for relief.

"Zhuo Yunxian, you...I..."

Li Tian looked bitter and wanted to speak, but then he said firmly: "Don't worry, Zhuo Yunxian, we don't know anything about what happened here. We must keep our mouths tight. Anyone who dares to gossip will be a traitor to the ancient clan."

While talking, Li Tian looked around the people around him coldly.

The ancient geniuses looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.

For them, there is no harm, only good, and it is a huge benefit.

The genius of the Rong and Man tribes died, and the opportunity for the Ancestral God Mountain will increase exponentially, especially the battle for the throne in the Ancestral God Temple. In addition to Zhuo Yunxian and Li Tian, ​​there are eight throne sons of God.

In other words, more than half of them will be able to become sons of gods, receive the baptism of the ancestor gods by the light of the ancestor gods, and become truly powerful people.

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At the foot of the Ancestral Gods, the twelve gods silently rested and did not leave.

Despite being restricted, they cannot detect the specific situation in the mountains, but they can roughly sense the changes in each person's breath.

Suddenly, the first god envoy opened his eyes and frowned: "Well!? The Ancestral Temple has not been opened yet, why did many people suddenly die inside?? What's going on?!"

"What!? Is there a fight between the three tribes?"

"It is unlikely that those little guys are not brainless people. The Ancestral Temple has not been opened, and it is useless to fight now."

"Forget it, when the Ancestral Temple opens, everything will be known."

...

Just as the twelve messengers were talking about themselves, Tianheng hurried over, looking extremely anxious.

"It's not good!"

Tian Heng didn't care about the salute and his emotions fluctuated: "The Twelve God Envoys, my disciples just received the news that the blood clan had captured the Wuzhen tribe of the barbarian tribe, and based on the Wuzhen tribe as the starting point, it is spreading towards the surrounding tribes. Please ask the Twelve God Envoys at most!"

"It's the blood clan again!"

The first messenger frowned, and the other messengers also looked ugly.

The Wuzhen tribe is one of the four major tribes of the barbarians. Not only are there two powerful Dharma figures in charge, but the overall strength is strong. Even the Wuzhen tribe cannot resist the invasion of the blood clan. How can other tribes protect themselves?

And the most important thing is that the Wuzhen tribe has the largest population. Once occupied by the blood clan, the entire barbarian tribe will fall into a bloody disaster. The situation is very critical. No wonder Tianheng is so out of control.

"hateful!"

The third envoy cursed and said furiously: "It must be the woman Shao Muling who is messing around again, she really knows how to seize the opportunity."

At present, the twelve divine envoys want to guard the Zushen Mountain and cannot escape. At this time, war will be launched. Who can block the invasion of the blood clan? Especially since Shao Muling now has treasures like the Shenzhou Ding, ordinary Dharma powerhouses are naturally not Shao Muling's opponents.

“No obstacle.”

The first divine envoy waved his hand and said quietly: "The affairs of the blood clan are not needed for the time being. As long as everything goes well here, just Shao Muling can't make any big waves."

"This is very true."

The other gods nodded similarly, and their anger gradually calmed down.

Seeing this scene, Tianheng was powerless and could only retreat silently.

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Three days passed in a flash.

Zhuo Yunxian, Li Tian and others explored all the way, and finally reached the top of the mountain and came to a blood-colored hall.

After these days of fighting and growth, Zhuo Yunxian has condensed the seventy-seventh blood pattern, which is comparable to the physical condition of the Dharma phase, and his overall strength has been greatly improved.

Therefore, Zhuo Yunxian wanted to take advantage of this temple baptism to hit the realm of life.

"Is this the Ancestral Temple?"

Zhuo Yunxian, Li Tian and others carefully looked at the bloody hall in front of them, and were extremely shocked.

It is definitely the largest palace they have ever seen, as high as ten feet high, covering an area of ​​ten thousand feet, simple and solemn. Standing in front of the hall, I feel humble and insignificant.

After coming back to his senses, Zhuo Yunxian said curiously: "Li Tian, ​​have you ever heard of the origin of the Ancestral Temple?"

Li Tian smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "I have never heard of it. There has never been any record of the origin of the Ancestral God Mountain and the Ancestral God Temple. This is the first time I have seen this Ancestral God Temple."

“Cruff!”

The stone door of the Ancestral Temple slowly opened, and a bloody and decayed breath came to my face.

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Chapter completed!