Invincible Conqueror

Huang Xiaolong's fist blasted through the Yuan Qian Xing, the Yuan Qian Xing, the Yuan Yuan Gui Zong, and flew the ancestor Taoist tools of Jiang Heng's ancestors, sweeping everything, unstoppable, and hitting the Yuan Qian Xing, Yuan Baifei and the ancestors.

Seeing Huang Xiaolong's fist hitting hard, Yuan Qianxing, Yuan Baifei and the others were all shocked, and then retreated.

But Huang Xiaolong's fist was too fast and too fierce, and he caught up with them in an instant, Yuan Qianxing, Yuan Baifei and others were inevitable, and there was no escape.

Seeing Huang Xiaolong's fist blasting, Yuan Qianxing, Yuan Baifei and the others roared in shock, and they all shot, trying to block Huang Xiaolong's fist. At this moment, two black hands stretched out and slapped to meet Huang Xiaolong's fist.

Boom!

Regret for a loud noise.

This sound resounded through countless holy places in different places.

All the sacred grounds, all the strong, all the disciples in the alien house were all shocked.

"The first ancestors are at war?! Who is it? Is it the return of Palace Master Mozhi, and the fight against the old man, Yuan Qianxing?"

"Mo Zhi is single and lonely, how can he turn the tide by himself, he is fighting the fire with moths!" A disciple of the Wanyuan clan sneered in the holy land far away.

"Yes, originally Mo Zhi escaped, Palace Master Yuan Qianxing was worried that Mo Zhi would be attacked and killed secretly in the future. Now that Mo Zhi is back, this is a self-inflicted trap. There are always elders. Mo Zhi will definitely not escape this time!"

"When Mo Zhi is captured and taken down, Palace Master Yuan Qianxing will declare the world and ascend the Palace Master. At that time, who would dare to refuse?"

Some disciples of Wanyuan tribe, Yaomeizu, and Jinchan tribe laughed with joy.

The destructive power still continued to spread.

"This Mo Zhi is so strong? It hasn't been captured by the old man, Palace Master Yuan Qianxing?" After waiting for a while, I saw that the fluctuation of the destructive power became more and more alarming and bigger and bigger. Seen surprised.

"Mo Zhi heard that it was the ancestor's sixth stage in the early stage. It will naturally take some time to capture it! However, he must now be fighting the trapped beast, the end of the crossbow!" A disciple of the Jin Chan clan mocked coldly.

But suddenly, a figure fell from the sky.

The whole holy place banged loudly, breaking a huge hole.

The disciples of the Wanyuan tribe, the Golden Zen tribe, and the Demon Mei tribe looked at each other, and then hesitated to step forward, only to see a middle-aged man lying at the bottom of the huge hole on the ground. The face flattened by a punch can still vaguely see its previous appearance.

"Yes, ancestor?!" A Jin Chan disciple said, but he couldn't believe and was not sure that it was their Jin Chan ancestor who was lying at the bottom of this hole!

After a while, another figure fell down.

"Yes, it's our ancestor?!" The demon Meizu disciple looked at the demon Chengxin who fell down in disbelief.

Compared with Zen Yu Li, Yao Chengxin is even more completely unrecognizable. He has disappeared. Who seems to be torn off?Also, there is a shocking blood hole in the chest!

It's a punch hole!

Yao Chengxin was punched through his chest.

"It's Mo Zhi?! Mo Zhi is so strong!" The Wanyuan Clan disciple was shocked.

"He pulled a few pads before he died. It should be that he tried to die and severely injured the two ancestors of Zen Yuli and Yaochengxin. Soon he will be suppressed by the old man, Palace Master Yuan Qianxing. !" A Wanyuan clan master sneered.

But as soon as the voice of the master of the Wanyuan clan fell, he heard a loud bang, and another figure fell down. In the shocked eyes of the masters of the Wanyuan clan, Demon Mei clan, and Jin Chan clan, this time it fell. It turned out to be!

"Yuan, Yuan Qianxing, Palace Master?!" A Wanyuan clan master looked at Yuan Qianxing who had fallen down in disbelief.

I saw that Yuan Qianxing had a bigger blood hole in his chest, and his arms were gone. It was even worse than Yao Chengxin!

Yuan Qianxing lay there, dying.

"It's okay, Mo Zhi will be suppressed by Lao Liao soon!" said a Wanyuan clan master.

Suddenly, there were loud noises one after another, the holy land shook, and the shape was about to fall apart. This time, several figures were smashed down at the same time.

Yuan Baifei!The ancestor of the Wanyuan clan!

Jiang Heng!The ancestor of the Salo!

Tengxiao!The ancestor of the Tengyi tribe!

This time, it was Yuan Baifei, Jiang Heng and Teng Xiao who fell together!

The disciples of the Wanyuan, Demon Meizu, and Jinchan tribes, and the masters were silent, no one spoke this time.

In the shock and weird dumbness of the disciples of all races, another figure fell down. This time, the disciples could see clearly.

"Liao, old Liao!"

What I saw this time falling down was the mysterious and terrifying senior Liao, who was invincible in their hearts!

When Mo Zhi was fighting against the trapped beasts, even the old man was accidentally seriously injured?

The faces of the Wanyuan, Demon Meizu, and Jin Chan disciples were strange. At this time, no one could see that things didn't seem to be what they had previously imagined?

When the faces of the Wanyuan clan disciples were weird, a figure stood in the air, standing above the void, looking condescendingly at Yuan Qianxing, Liao Lao and others who fell to the ground.

The disciples of all races raised their heads and looked at the young human race in the sky.

"Yes, it's Huang Xiaolong?!" Yuan Wang Feng screamed in the crowd.

"Huang Xiaolong!" The crowd shook suddenly.

"How could it be Huang Xiaolong!" The disciples of the Wanyuan clan couldn't believe it.

At this time, Yuan Qianxing, who fell to the ground, flew through the air, trying to flee, but just as Yuan Qianxing flew up, Huang Xiaolong slapped the void and saw Yuan Qianxing smashed down again, like a flies being swept away. Same, hit the ground.

This scene strongly impacted the hearts of disciples of all races.

Especially the disciples of the Wanyuan clan, their faces paled in the shock, and there was a feeling of something shattered.

For the disciples of the Wanyuan Clan, Yuan Qianxing is the charm of the Wanyuan Clan’s hope, the pride and glory of the Wanyuan Clan, but now this hope, pride, and glory is being severely trampled and trampled by Huang Xiaolong. .

"Huang Xiaolong, today's hatred, I will repay it thousands of times!" Struggling to get up from the ground, Yuan Qianxing's face was grim, blood-red eyes staring at Huang Xiaolong hatefully.

"It's the day?" Huang Xiaolong sneered: "Do you think you still have a chance?"

This time, Huang Xiaolong would never let Yuan Qianxing escape again!

Even if Yuan Baifei and the others escaped, Yuan Qianxing had to be captured.

Huang Xiaolong looked at the source sage of Yuan Qianxing, as long as he swallowed and refined the source sage of Yuan Qianxing this time, the power of his three sages would surely increase again.

...

After half an hour.

Huang Xiaolong threw Yuanqianxing, demon into heart, and Zen Yuli into the altar of the Taoist Palace in the sky.

However, although Yuan Qianxing, Demon Chengxin, and Zen Yuli were captured and captured, in the end, Liao Lao and Yuan Baifei escaped.

As for Jiang Heng, Teng Xiao and the others were very interesting, did not escape, stayed in place and waited for Huang Xiaolong's disposal.

Huang Xiaolong put away the Taoist Palace in the sky, and then looked at the Witch Tower in front of him. Although Liao Lao escaped, Huang Xiaolong kept the Witch Tower.