Who dares to say that a person who is so absurd by the ancient Holy Emperor and that his parents and children kneel down in public?

In an instant, all the seven ancient ancestor kings could not be said.

"snort!"

"Today we are here only for the human race."

"And you, Princess Shen Silkworm, today you have killed the descendants of the Immortal Emperor Eight God General, and in the future, people from the Immortal Emperor Eight God General will come to you for trouble."

"Okay."

"You have killed the Holy Prince, and you have already recovered the justice of the Holy Prince."

"You can leave now."

The hardest words were also the hardest soft ones. The seven ancient ancestor kings had neat steps in an instant, and one of them had already given up.

And this time, Princess Shen Silkworm had no reason to refuse.

He brought his own person, picked up the monkey, took a deep look, and stood there in Pang Bo, who was wondering what he was thinking: He was good at taking care of himself (the lip-shaped).

Early...

As a human race, it is just for the young man from the demon race in front of her. Apart from a strong enemy, it is the only thing she can do now.

After all, she is not a real lonely person either.

She must also consider the tribe members of Shencanling for a new life.

"Aunt...I won't leave, please put me down, let me down...You let me down...Woooooo, do I want to save face?"

There was a monkey in the distance, and the sound of desperate struggles came faintly.

Is it because I really give up and want to stay and help?

Or... Just because a woman who was left like a frog was carried upside down, would she be too shameless to see people?

"alright."

"The person who is in the way has left. Next, the boy with half of demon blood and half of human blood in his body should accept the trial from us. Will you choose to commit suicide, or let us send you a ride?"

The seven ancient ancestor kings immediately rushed towards Pang Bo.

"winter---"

"Dongdongdongdong----"

Suddenly, another sound of footsteps came from the end of the world, combined with the pulse of this world, and clearly entered people's hearts. The setting sun was like blood, sprinkling the red light in the sky, dyeing the earth a layer of redness. At the end of the world, a tall figure was also walking step by step.

He is not very tall.

It doesn't look like the seven ancient ancestor kings.

Every step of action is like the sky storm, and the aura of the ancient sage spreads, so depressing that it makes people breathless.

He is just as handsome as snow in white, with a heroic spirit, a splendid and magnificent style, and he is also taking firm steps.

And it is also at this moment.

All the human race who were fortunate to witness it cried, not knowing whether it was excitement, happy, or frustrated... but in short, tears flowed.

"Human race..."

"This is the human race..." Lan

"It's the saint of our human race...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

All the human practitioners were very excited.

Just now, relying on Pang Bo (but Pang Bo is a demon) and Princess Divine Silkworm (Phantom of the Silkworm has nothing to do with them), he barely maintained the last trace of dignity of the human race, making many of them die of miserable pain. They were ruthlessly unveiled by several ancient ancestor kings, which was even more uncomfortable than cutting by a knife. Now, finally, he met a saint who belongs to the human race.

Under the sunset, a man in white was walking step by step. The sunset fell on him, dyeing a layer of sacred brilliance, making him extraordinary and blended with the world. His handsome face, firm face, and peerless posture were as if he was born as an immortal king.

The white-clothed god king Jiang Taixu.

It's him.

It was only him, it was him. He came, and walked with a firm step. The sunset dyed the heaven and earth red. The God King was full of brilliance. Standing there, illuminating everyone's heart, making people feel that he could support the entire sky of the human race alone.

"well."

"So why bother."

"Are you here to die?"

Four of the seven ancient ancestor kings had already turned back and rushed towards the white-clothed God King who appeared on the horizon. The other three continued to surround Pang Bo, and cooperated with the two eight gods in the Yaochi who had already suffered great losses in Pang Bo's hands to attack the descendants at the same time, vowing to eliminate the only two people who could rely on by the human race.

A life-death battle...

Finally, it was about to break out.

Pang Bo: "Hahaha, God King Dao Brother, don't be fine. After twelve years, you are still as charming as ever. Today we will compare. Who can survive in the end and who will kill the most ancient animals?"

Ye Fan regards the God King as his father, and he must be called an old senior.

Pang Bo is not.

Good brothers are good, they don’t take advantage of it.

"Okay, it's hard. Today, Japan thought it was going to fight alone, but she didn't think that there was still a wonderful guy, you little brother, no matter what the ending was today, you friend, my God King Jiang Taixu, will be settled."

The two of them actually have the energy to talk to each other.

You know, no matter who they are, they are facing a siege of at least four saints at the same level at the same time. It would be great if they didn't immediately make blood on the spot. They wouldn't have the energy to joke with each other.

Are you really not afraid of death?

Or confident?

"The peerless God King..."

"It turns out that he is a peerless god king. I have saved it, and our human race has saved it..."

Someone cried with joy.

Pang Bo was a person who knew that the God King was not simple. How could he be an ordinary saint who could practice such a powerful existence in the late ancient times, extremely close to the Dharma-Ending Age, and how could he be an ordinary saint?

No surprises.

The song of the Immortal Burial was soon blown.

The white-clothed God King sat cross-legged in the void, and a guqin appeared in front of him. He gently plucked the strings and made a wonderful sound that resonated through the universe.

【“It’s it, God’s Overture!”】

The distant Ziwei Emperor Star, Ye Fan's eyes were already red. When he passed the heavenly tribulation of the Holy Body, the God King broke the way for him. In the end, he was playing such a Taoist sound and dispelled the thunder tribulation, and he was also injured by the foundation.

I believe that for so many years, the senior God King has been in seclusion, and it must be the injury he suffered to save him.

The God’s Overture is just the beginning stage. If you cannot kill the enemy, you will sacrifice yourself to derive a true divine song, which can gain almost the same power as a god!

certainly....

I believe that the current God King should not have to use the last power.

After all, Pang Bo is here.

Pang Bo has already shared more than half of the pressure for him.

"puff"

One by one, the figures exploded and turned into blood rain all over the sky, dyeing crystal petals red, and were particularly sad and beautiful. The prelude of God alarmed the nine heavens, and the petals dyed blood. It was the white-clothed god king who amazed the whole world.

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