Fantasy_ Taking on the son of destiny as a disciple and conquering the world forever

Just as Patriarch Ye Mian finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the world was filled with an invisible and formless murderous aura.

Ancestor Ye Mian looked up in confusion and found that everyone was staring at him with unkind expressions. There seemed to be strong hostility from other powerful people everywhere in the void, which made him a little baffled.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Ancestor Ye Mian scratched his head with confusion on his face.

Many ancestors of the gods in the Zixiao Holy Land have the urge to hit people, but the ancestor Ye Mian is an elder and has now become a saint. They can’t beat him at all, so they can only suppress their anger.

The quasi-saints from other forces all felt like there was nameless evil fire in their bodies rushing straight to their foreheads. They tried their best but could not enter the holy realm. This guy became a saint inexplicably after just sleeping. It is really annoying. .

Even those ancestors who had gone through a lot of hard work to break through and become saints now had the urge to teach him a lesson.

If it weren’t for the scruples of Holy King Zixiao and Fanlongding, someone would probably be unable to suppress their anger and take action.

“not bad!”

Ancestor Zixiao’s face turned dark and he spoke in a muffled voice.

When he first broke through to become a saint, he went through countless hardships and resisted countless disasters, and finally he narrowly escaped death and entered the holy realm.

Hearing those words, he felt an unknown flame welling up in his chest and abdomen. His eyes turned red. His fists clenched and unclenched from time to time. He took several deep breaths but failed to suppress the evil fire in his heart. He tried his best to restrain it. Only then did he squeeze out those few words through his teeth.

Ancestor Ye Mian looked at Ancestor Zixiao, a look of reminiscence flashed in his eyes, and he curled his lips and said: “Master, I remember that you were almost killed by the Holy Tribulation, right? This Holy Tribulation seems to be like this! You How did it happen in the first place…”

Mudd!

fed up!

“clang!”

Two bright rays of light bloomed in the eyes of Ancestor Zixiao, and he raised his hand to sacrifice the Zixiao Biluo Bell. The sound of the bell spread out the power of the rules of the Holy Way that covered the sky and the sun, and instantly enveloped Ancestor Yemian.

Clear and clear bells rang out one after another, shocking Ye Mian’s ancestor before he could even fall asleep.

“brush!”

Ancestor Ye Mian finally escaped from the envelope of the Purple Cloud and Blue Falling Bell. Before he could react, he saw a huge fist quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

“Bang! Bang! Bang…”

Along with the muffled sounds, Ancestor Ye Mian was swaying like a sandbag in the dead starry sky. The rules of the Holy Path on his body were splashed everywhere. From time to time, there were swellings on the jade-like holy body, and there were even broken bones. A clicking sound came out.

Many gods in the Zixiao Holy Land and everyone in the Qingxu Peak lineage were shocked. The Patriarch really dared to take action!

“Hiss! It hurts to hear it! Ancestor Ye Mian is so pitiful!”

“The Patriarch himself took action, we can’t stop him! What’s more, it is natural for a master to teach his disciples!”

“It’s so satisfying to watch Ancestor Ye Mian being beaten… Ahem, it’s so heartbreaking! I wish I could take my own life instead!”

“Do you want to replace Grandmaster or Ancestor Yemian?”

“Master Patriarch! Don’t keep staring at Ancestor Ye Mian’s right eye and hit him! The left… ahem…”

“Ancestor Ye Mian is so fast! He successfully dodged Grandmaster’s kick to his back! On his entire back, only the back of his heart is missing a footprint…”

“Ouch! Another rib is broken! Ancestor Ye Mian’s defense is really strong, and there are still several ribs that are not broken!”

“Master Patriarch is truly a role model for our generation!”

…

Everyone in Zixiao Holy Land stood watching the show from a distance. Everyone felt more comfortable than ever before, and they all praised the profound Taoism of the two Saint Ancestors.

Jiang Chen subconsciously rubbed his hands, his eyes swept over Han Yuyao, Ye Hao and Ji Wudao without leaving any trace, and shook his head slightly.

No one can resist the beating!

After a long time, Ancestor Zixiao stood up with his hands closed, exhaling a long breath, with a smile on his face.

Ancestor Ye Mian appeared in the void with a bruised nose and face, bruises all over his body, his arms and ribs were completely deformed, and there were footprints in most places, looking extremely miserable.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Zixiao Holy Land and the ancestors of various races who were snooping around felt refreshed and extremely happy.

“Kakaka…”

There were bursts of crunching sounds from the body of Ancestor Ye Mian, the rules of the holy way surged endlessly, the broken bones were reset, the blue and red swollen parts became crystal clear again, the dark panda eyes returned to normal, and the footprints on the body were silent disappeared, and the spirit returned to its peak.

“Master, why did you beat me? You almost knocked me off the holy realm!” Ancestor Ye Mian asked in a muffled voice.

Ancestor Zixiao felt refreshed and his thoughts were clear. He laughed and said, “Master, let me see your breakthrough.”

Become a saint, I feel itchy for a moment, and I can’t help but test your strength! Then again, you are really good! Breaking through and becoming a saint means resisting beatings! ”

“It’s boring! It’s not as comfortable as sleeping here!”

Ancestor Ye Mian curled his lips and disappeared from the place.

Perhaps because Ancestor Ye Mian was happy that he had broken through to the Holy Realm, everyone in Zixiao Holy Land had happy smiles on their faces.

Ancestor Zixiao was happy both physically and mentally. He looked at everyone and said with a smile on his face: “That boy who likes to sleep in has achieved a breakthrough and became a saint. You all have to work hard! Especially Wenxian and Jiange, you and Ye Mian boy We are both quasi-saints, but you actually let him become a saint first, you must have a sense of crisis!”

In the past, there were three quasi-sages in Zixiao Holy Land. In addition to Ancestor Ye Mian, there was also the ninth-generation Ancestor Wenxian, and the twenty-eighth-generation Ancestor Jiange.

Ancestor Wenxian looks like a young man, but his eyebrows and long hair are as white as snow, and his whole person exudes a tranquil Taoist charm that is unruffled by ancient wells.

Hearing the Patriarch mentioning himself, Ancestor Wen Danfeng said calmly: “I’m sorry, Patriarch, but my disciple has not yet polished to the extreme in the quasi-sage realm, and the time for breakthrough has not yet come, so there is no rush.”

Ancestor Wenxian has an immortal body, and his longevity is many times longer than that of the same level. His Taoist heart is unrippled and unmoved by external objects. He has always polished each realm to the extreme before he can break through. .

Most of the ancestors of Zixiao Holy Land have proclaimed themselves to be in the present generation. Only the ancestor of Wenxian has survived to the present generation by relying on his longevity. Unless he encounters a catastrophic disaster, he will basically not interfere with anything in Zixiao Holy Land.

The ancestor of Jiange looked a little lonely, and sighed softly: “Master, I injured Daoji in the battle 20,000 years ago, and the source of the sword body is almost exhausted. Even if the longevity is restored to its peak state, I will not be able to do anything in this life. If I break through to the Holy Realm, I’m afraid there’s no hope.”

Jiang Chen’s expression moved slightly. He remembered that there was a few words recorded in the jade book of the Holy Land when he entered: Sword Song, twenty-eighth generation ancestor, possessing a five-element sword body, a prodigy, and has practiced for a hundred years to become a quasi-sage. He is known as a quasi-sage. Zixiao Holy Land has the greatest hope of surpassing its founder. At his peak, he tried his best to prevent a catastrophe for the Holy Land. The foundation of the Holy Land was completely destroyed. What a pity!

“This is not the place to talk. Ancestors, please follow me back to Qingxu Peak first.”

Jiang Chen whispered, and invisible void fluctuations enveloped everyone in Zixiao Holy Land, disappearing from the dead starry sky.

The entire starry sky has returned to its former coldness and silence, and the terrifying holy calamity just now failed to leave any trace here.