All Heavens: Starting from Traveling Through Song Qingshu

Chapter 339 God King Jiang Taixu!
"It's not too late." Another cold voice came from outside the Yaochi Holy Land. Another ancient king came and stepped into the Yaochi. He had wings on his back, dragon horns on his head, and his appearance was similar to that of a human race.

Soon, another saint's coercion descended, and a magnificent voice sounded, "I heard that you were cleaned up by the human saint, what a shame!"

"Let me also take a look. What kind of human saint dares to propose peace talks with the ancient peoples?"

"I'm really disappointed. Is the human race not as good as it was in the ancient times? I remember that there were still a few saints at that time, but now there is only one in the world?" The evil god, with a monstrous demonic energy, has a pair of bat wings as black as ink.

"Ancestor King Taiming is here too!" Many ancient kings were taken aback and stepped back a few steps. It was obvious that his status was extraordinary.

"Chong"

There was a soft sound in the sky, and a blood electricity fell from the sky, drawing a dazzling blood light, piercing into the Tongtian Terrace, and clanging.

This is a dragon gun, red as blood, with a horned dragon coiled around it, and a section of bright red spearhead is blown out, which is breathtaking.

A queen descended, with a wheat complexion, a fit body, very tall, but also murderous, with red hair, and even a pair of blood-colored eyes, holding the dragon spear.

"The ancestor king of blood electricity is also here!"

And all the tribes and tribes present were horrified, deeply in awe, and they all retreated. This is a well-known powerhouse, and few people dare to provoke him!
"It's boring." There was a cold snort in the void, and a man in a bronze battle suit came step by step, and the space around him began to tremble.

People were amazed that the bronze battle suit on his body was a real holy soldier handed down from generation to generation, which was enough to explain his terrifying identity.

In ancient times, saints had their own weapons before they died, but there are very few people who can really leave the holy weapons handed down from generation to generation. This is also a testimony and symbol of strength.

One after another, the ancient ancestor kings descended, and the coercion of the saints descended from the sky wave after wave. The monks of the human race who watched were full of fear and uneasiness.

How many saints are there in these ancient royal families! !

In this short period of time, dozens of ancient ancestor kings have already come. Our human race is only such a saint. No matter how powerful we are, can one person hold on to so many saints?

A gust of wind blew, and people wrapped their clothes tightly, feeling extraordinarily cold, as if late autumn was coming, depressing everyone's heart.

There are dozens of these ancient saint-like existences!Just thinking about it makes people lose their fighting spirit. There is only one person in Song Xuansheng. This is... a mortal situation. Who can help?

"33, 34, 35!"

Song Xuan looked at the ancient ancestor kings who descended one after another, and his heart was filled with joy.

These saints are all treasures, not to mention the astonishing wealth of each one, even the body soul after death, it is a rare resource, kill all these saints, he builds the inner world, and enters the refining void The resources of Dao Realm are completely sufficient.

"Where's the Youmo Ancestor King? Didn't they come early? Why is there no one?" In the void, the man wearing the bronze handed down holy clothes asked aloud.

"died!"

Dead, a male saint protecting the emperor said, "I was beaten to death by a human saint!"

"There are seven of them in that group, right?" The man in the bronze battle suit frowned and looked at Song Xuan, "You killed them all?"

"Yes, I killed them all!" Song Xuan laughed and said, "If you envy me, I can send you to meet me later!"

As soon as this remark came out, the saints were immediately annoyed.

"Overestimate yourself, do you think you are the quasi-emperor? If you dare to say such a thing, you should kill him as soon as possible!"

"The blood of the saints of the human race is a very nostalgic taste. It has passed away in ancient times, and it has been many years since I tasted it."

"If you can kill the Seven Sages by yourself, you can be regarded as the king among the saints, but if you want to defeat the ten thousand races by yourself, you are seeking your own death. Today, you, a ridiculous human being, will be fulfilled!"

"After this battle, all the clans ruled the world and wiped out all the ants. Just like in the ancient times, only the real royal clan can rule this land."

"In such a huge human race, there is only one saint. What qualifications do you have to occupy this vast territory? It's ridiculous!"

At this moment, a cold snort sounded from the sky, "Who said there is only one saint in my human race!"

Everyone looked up subconsciously, and saw a man in white clothes like snow and jade standing in mid-air, his white clothes fluttering with the wind, stepping on the sunset, like a dream, like a dream, the momentary elegance, the peerless The divine posture makes people want to kneel down and worship.

"Saint, another saint of my human race!"

"Jiang Taixu, it's Jiang Taixu, the god king of my human race!"

Seeing this scene, countless human monks burst into tears.

In their view, it is too hard and difficult for Song Xuan, a human saint, to resist dozens of saint-level existences of the ancient royal family.

And now, finally, a saint of the human race has stepped forward to share the pressure for him. How can this situation not surprise and inspire the monks of the human race?

"Another human saint?"

The ancient king in the bronze battle suit frowned, and said lightly: "Dare to be called the king of gods, it seems that you are the divine body that is as famous as the human race and the holy body?

Proving the realm of a saint with a divine body is enough to be compared with the king's work among us saints.

For the sake of your spiritual body cultivation is not easy, you retreat now, I will not kill you! "

The god king in white Jiang Taixu and Song Xuan looked at each other from the air, the two nodded and greeted each other, and then, a guqin appeared out of thin air in front of Jiang Taixu.

"If you want to fight, you can fight, why should my human race fight!"

After finishing the words, Jiang Taixu gently plucked the strings of the zither, and made a wonderful sound that resounded throughout the universe.

"The Prelude of God!" In the back, Ye Fan's eyes were red and his whole body was trembling. Back then, his path of Eucharist practice was cut off, and it was the God King who moved the Prelude of God to continue the Eucharist for him.

Hearing this Divine Comedy again today, like the sound of the Great Dao, Ye Fan's blood boiled instantly.

The prelude to the gods sounded melodiously, and the way of heaven sang in harmony, moving leisurely, and the sound spread thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!
"Sure enough, it's the Divine Comedy!" Song Xuan listened intently, feeling the changes between the heaven and the earth, and couldn't help but secretly nodded.

For a moment just now, he even felt a wave that made his heart palpitate. Song Xuan didn't know where that wave came from, but there is no doubt that Jiang Taixu's activation of this divine prelude definitely attracted An extremely terrifying force.

The petals are flying all over the sky, each piece is crystal clear, falling between the heaven and the earth, the fragrance is tangy, and it sets off the white-clothed god king even more extraordinary, without tainting the worldly atmosphere.

But at this moment, the saints of all ancient and ten thousand races also felt something unusual, one of them roared and rushed towards Jiang Taixu.

"There is a problem with this song, kill him quickly!"

just,

"puff!"

Before this figure could get close to the god king Jiang Taixu, it exploded directly, turning into a rain of blood that filled the sky, dyeing the crystal petals red, making it extremely beautiful.

(End of this chapter)