Fantasy: My Ancestors Are Super Invincible

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"The strength is good, but it's still a little bit worse!"

The corner of Long Xiao's mouth twitched and he sneered.

"Ghost car kills the sky!"

When Long Xiao sneered, an icy voice that seemed to come from Jiuyou suddenly sounded.

Long Xiao turned around to look, but saw Di Rong's body was wrapped in astonishing ghostly energy, and the sword in his hand was emitting a man-devouring light, as if the swords were combined, wrapped in a monstrous sword, and slashed towards him fiercely.

Behind it, there is a ghost car with extremely negative brakes, like a ghost from hell.

"Ghost car is dead!"

Long Xiao was startled, his eyes flashed with coldness. He did not expect that these two people who broke into the tomb of his ancient demon dragon ancestors had such terrifying qualifications.

That's all for Wu Zhao, after all, he is the new leader of the Great Yan Empire, but this Di Rong, he searched his mind, but could not find any information about this person, apparently another hidden figure in the Great Yan Empire.

The age seems old, may have such a vision, even if the age is old? In this world, there is never a shortage of late bloomers!

"Today, the two of you are not allowed to stay!"

Long Xiao's whole body was full of killing intent, and he stepped out one step, wisps of demonic energy scattered and wrapped around his body, making the power bursting out of his body more and more powerful, and he punched out.

The surrounding demon energy condensed on the fist in an instant, transformed into a huge fist, carrying powerful power fluctuations, and bombarded towards the attacking Di Rong.

"boom!"

The deafening sound of the collision resounded throughout the space, and Di Rong flew out like a kite with a broken string, and slammed into a stone pillar, causing the stone pillar to tremble constantly, and the gravel to splash.

"puff!"

Scarlet blood spurted out of Di Rong's mouth, his face was pale, and he struggled to get up, but the feeling of weakness couldn't stop surging, so that he couldn't even lift his strength.

"If your cultivation base is comparable to mine, I may not be able to kill you! It's a pity...you are just an ant to me now!" Long Xiao looked at Di Rong who was lying on the ground, shook his head, but he was in his heart. A hint of happiness rose.

If both the people of the human race with the ghost car and the red life and Wu Zhao were both holy kings, he would be the one who died today.

The aptitude of these two people, even he, the fifth king of the ancient demon dragon clan, was shocked.

Thinking of this, the killing intent in Long Xiao's heart was even more intense. The cold killing intent swept all over the place, causing the temperature of this space to suddenly drop to the extreme, as if it had turned into an ice cave.

If these two people grow up, his ten thousand clans will be even more unable to take down the Great Yan Empire. Fortunately, these two people who do not know whether to live or die broke into the tomb of his ancestors of the ancient demon dragon clan and let him meet!

"Death in my hands is not a humiliation for you!"

Long Xiao did not look at Di Rong, but looked at Wu Zhao, who had stood up at some point, and said coldly.

The voice fell, and his whole body suddenly shone with dazzling gray light, and the ghost dragon wrapped around him became more solid, a faint dragon's might swept the entire space.

"Six Orders Broken Soul!"

Wu Zhao's pretty face was solemn, and six-colored rays of light surged from her delicate body.

Behind her, six tokens of different colors appeared, and above the tokens, there was an amazing power flashing!

"Saint Origin Technique!"

Long Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly and his heart trembled. In the Great Yan Empire, the holy rank source skill represents the holy rank source spirit, and only the source skill of the holy rank source spirit can reach the holy rank!

And in Wanzu, those who possess the Holy Origin Spirit are listed as mortals!

Because, every existence with a holy source spirit has an unlimited future, which is the biggest obstacle for his ten thousand races to swallow up the Great Yan Empire!

boom!

The majestic power emerged behind Wu Zhao. From the six-color token, mysterious inscriptions also surged. Gradually, those inscriptions intertwined with Wu Zhao's power to form a tall figure that appeared on Wu Zhao. Behind him, the six-color token was held in his hand by a tall figure.

When all this was completed, the infinite power burst out, sweeping the entire space like a storm, making the forest of stone pillars under the golden altar tremble constantly.

That tall figure is Wu Zhao's second source spirit, the holy source spirit Di Renjie!

"disease!"

As Wu Zhao's voice fell, the tall figure behind him suddenly threw the six-color token in his hand, turned it into six-color light, and attacked the dragon roar fiercely.

Under the shroud of the six-color light, this space seems to be eclipsed. Everything around it seems to be suppressed by the six-color light. Only the golden coffin and the blood-colored cocoon are not affected.

"Good come!"

Long Xiao let out a long roar, and boundless demonic energy surged out, forming a demon saber that Long Xiao held in his hand.

With one slash, the boundless demonic energy instantly condensed into dense blades, like a pear blossom in a rainstorm, slashing towards the six-color token.

"Boom!"

The six-color token collided with the infinite demon sword, and a deafening muffled sound erupted. The invisible sound waves mixed with the aftermath of the shock and swept away in all directions~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The terrifying sound waves made the distant Di Ron's eardrums were about to shatter. He covered his ears with his hands, and his face was distorted. If he hadn't hid behind the stone pillar in time, I'm afraid his injury would have gotten worse.

He stared at the golden altar in horror, watching the scene that seemed to destroy the world, and he was worried.

"The peak of Tiansheng can hurt me. It seems that not only my ten thousand clans, but even the Great Yan Empire has underestimated your potential!"

An indifferent voice came from above the golden altar. Long Xiao walked out of the smoke and dust. His burly body was filled with boundless demonic energy, like an unparalleled demon god, but there was a trace of blood spilling out of his right arm. If you look closely, you can see He was found to have six small scars on his right arm.

"Cough! Cough!"

Wu Zhao coughed up blood at the corners of his mouth, clutched his chest, and stared at Long Xiao coldly. Due to her nature, a sense of powerlessness arose at this time.

Even using the Holy Origin Spirit can only cause such a little injury to Long Xiao. Is it really impossible to bridge the gap in cultivation?

Of course, if it were the ordinary peak of the holy king, even if he was not killed by Liu Ling Duanhun, he would never be able to block it as easily as Long Xiao. Long Xiao, as the fifth arrogant of the ancient demon dragon clan, has the same aptitude as Long Xiao. The combat power is undoubtedly the top of the younger generation of the ancient demon dragon clan.

With his current peak cultivation level of the Holy King, it is enough to match the ordinary ancient sage realm. It can also be understood that Wu Zhao at this time is fighting against the ancient sage realm.

"If you continue to grow in the forbidden area of ​​my demon dragon ancient clan in the future, with your aptitude, you may be able to become the next ancestral dragon!"

"Dare to enter the forbidden area of ​​the ancient demon dragon clan? You are looking for a dead end! I really don't know if you should be called stupid, or just blind and arrogant?"

Long Xiao walked towards Wu Zhao step by step, whispering in his mouth, his eyes flashing with pleasure, being able to kill two beings with such terrifying aptitudes made him feel an unspeakable sense of accomplishment.