All Heavens: Starting from Traveling Through Song Qingshu

Chapter 338 The Primordial Saints Can't Be Killed Endlessly, Right?
"How tyrannical I am as a human race, I have to have some confidence to hold a meeting of all races, but what I saw, just because you, a saint, dare to sit on the high platform?"

With a cruel smile and a ruthless look, the eleven ancient kings came to the Tongtian Terrace, looking around with cold eyes, with a hint of murderous intent in the corners of their mouths.

Ye Fan stood beside Song Xuan, and said via voice transmission: "Brother, are there no channels for information transmission among these ancient tribes? They don't know about the news that you killed the Seven Sages alone?"

"Maybe they know some, but the information they know is definitely not detailed enough!"

Song Xuan smiled and said: "In the ancient times, these powerful royal families were rivals among themselves, and there were many intrigues between the ancient families. They wished that the saints of other groups would die more, so they can be settled in peace talks in the future." Divide up more space."

"Understood!"

Ye Fan was thoughtful, "It is estimated that these new saints only know that there are saints in the human race, but they probably haven't got the exact information about how strong they are. Otherwise, they would never dare to be so rampant."

Song Xuan nodded, then looked at the saint with calm eyes, and said lightly, "Everyone came from afar, but for the peace talks of the ten thousand races?"

"Talk, what is there to talk about, can your human race be on an equal footing with us?" An ancient king strode forward, very tough, with only one purpose, to fight and kill the human race saints.

"What do you guys think is an equal?" Song Xuan asked calmly without getting angry.

"You will never be qualified to sit on an equal footing with us, just because you are a saint is far from qualified." Another ancient king stepped forward.

"Then what if the Great Emperor comes?" Song Xuan said coldly: "In front of the Great Emperor, you are even less qualified! My human race has produced the Great Emperor Ancient Emperor, and how many of your clans have produced Great Emperor-level beings?"

As soon as this remark came out, the voices of all the saints paused, and then an ancient king snorted: "The glory of the past is nothing, let's just talk about modern times. Today's human race only has a saint like you. What future is there? With us?"

"Weak people have no right to speak and have nothing to say." Another ancient king was more direct.

Among the eleven ancient kings, three were aggressive and had no intention of sitting down to talk at all.

At this time, the atmosphere on the Tongtiantai was extremely tense, and a war was about to break out. There was no way to talk about peace. This did not involve reason, but a question of qualifications.

Among the eleven saints, one of them who had not spoken all this time spoke out at this time, saying: "The matter is over, there is only one battle. We are just one step ahead, and there is a powerful ancestor king behind, if you The saint of the human race was wiped out by us, so what is there to talk about?"

The meaning of the eleven saints is very firm. If you want to negotiate, you must first have a qualification!

The weak have no diplomacy!Not even qualified for peace talks!
"If that's the case, then let's fight!" Song Xuan said very simply, he likes this kind of ancient kings who come to give away heads one after another, and every ancient saint is a treasure.

The energy and spirit on them can become the nourishment for Liu Qinglian to practice magic skills, and the various treasure resources in their storage rings can be used to increase the strength of the indestructible body of the sword.

For such an experience baby, who would not like it?

"I can't wait." The three ancient kings wearing god iron clothes came to the front, and they were the ones who were aggressive just now.

In the rear, several ancient kings hesitated for a while, but they chose to watch the battle instead of stepping forward.

After all, they are the ancestor kings of the ancient times, and they are saint-level existences, so they still need to show some face.

Three strikes against one already have a bad reputation, and eleven strikes against one, if this matter gets out, it will definitely be laughed at by the ancient tribes.

"It seems that you guys can't let go!"

Song Xuan chuckled, the last group of seven saints joined forces immediately after they came up, but this group actually started to lose face.

"In this battle, life and death are facing each other. If you die, there is nothing to talk about. Everything ends here!" The three people who participated in the battle were very strong. Not as powerful as the saints of their royal family.

Three against one, not because they were worried about not being able to beat them, but because they were worried about the escape of the human saint in front of them.

These three ancient sages are all wearing holy clothes, and they are almost close to handed down holy soldiers. It is quite terrifying to be able to sacrifice to this step!There have been many saints since ancient times, but the saint soldiers left behind are too rare.

"Is this the battle platform carved by the Western Emperor? It's very good. It's been a long time since ancient times. I haven't tasted the blood of a human saint for a long time."

The three ancient kings waited and watched on this platform, and after confirming that they could carry the saints to fight, they turned into demons one after another, with the bone spurs on their backs rushing towards the sky, extremely ferocious.

"Kill!" The three saints shot out a series of miraculous laws of light, and a group of gods suddenly merged into one, turning into a golden god.

"boom!"

Song Xuan raised his hand and punched out a fist, which rushed into the sky like waves, the fist was like an ancient mountain pressing down, and the fist passed through the body of the god, smashing an ancient king to pieces.

"boom"

Then, he swung his fists again, and the two fists were like two worlds. One punch blasted the remaining two people, and the blood rained all over the sky, turning into endless blood, and the blood of the ancestor king stained the high platform red.

One punch at a time, with only three punches, three saint-level ancestor kings were killed.

Since he completed the five-element kendo indestructible body, he doesn't even need to use a sword in battle now. He can push a bunch of saints horizontally with the power of his body alone.

The cold wind, the scarlet blood, the shattered bones, and the bright red altar, Song Xuan stood in a green shirt, not a trace of blood stains, and when the sleeves waved, the three dead saints with their shattered primordial powers were shattered. included in it.

Then, he looked at the eight saints in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Who else thinks that our human race is not qualified, you can stand up together now!"

The faces of the eight saints were solemn, and at this moment, no one dared to speak.

But at this moment, laughter suddenly came from the sky.

"Haha, hahaha..." Unscrupulous laughter came, and the trembling sky collapsed, and the spread was tens of thousands of miles away.

At the end of the sky, two ancient kings suddenly appeared. Their mana was so powerful that their energy was as turbulent as a sea of ​​gods, flooding the entire world.

These two saints are very powerful, like eagles and wolves, like two gods descended into the world, watching the world with disdain.

One of them was laughing loudly, like the roar of the heavenly drum, the quake collapsed in all directions, and the earth was about to sink. It seemed that the two godlike figures were not good.

People gasp, how many ancient kings are there?My human saint just killed three, and now two more came, it's endless, right?
(End of this chapter)