The gods of the gods

Chapter 145 Breaking the Icon
Yang Chao spat fiercely towards the gate in front of the mansion, and regardless of the ugly faces of those people upstairs, he directly said indifferently, "Listen to my command, everyone will surround the entire mansion, and anyone who tries to escape will be killed without mercy." !Anyone who tries to resist will be killed without mercy!"

"Yes!" Thousands of people surrounded the entire mansion in an orderly manner.

Yang Chao, on the other hand, looked indifferently at the dozens of people above the attic, "A family of saints? Today you are the first family of saints I have wiped out, but you won't be the last."

Say it!The monstrous blood energy in his body rose like a big sun, and a terrifying fist filled the void.At this moment, dozens of martial saints around, even dozens of people in the attic, were shocked by his huge fist, such strength is absolutely comparable to the creator.

And when Yang Chao's terrifying punch was meant to permeate the surroundings, it seemed to touch something. Accompanied by the sound of "buzzing!", countless rays of light began to gather in front of the saint's mansion. Make a statue that is more than ten feet tall.

"Ancestor!" Seeing the icon, dozens of people in the attic knelt down and saluted the icon.

Yang Chao looked at the holy statue coldly. He was very clear in his heart that all the saints had already fallen in the place of origin. Protect your descendants.

"My lords and saints, you never thought that not only did your descendants fail to inherit your last wish, but instead borrowed your name and became a generation of deceitful people! You have knowledge under the spring, I'm afraid you will be ashamed!" He didn't have the slightest fear of the statues of the masters, but instead questioned them righteously.

The holy statues of the masters were silent, but still smiling kindly. He didn't hear Yang Chao's words, because the holy statues in front of him were just the gathering of the power of incense, and no spiritual wisdom was born.

"Today I will correct your mistakes and let the world know your saint's ideas again." Looking at the holy image in front of him, Yang Chao raised his palm.

The majestic blood revived in his body, and the power like a great sun reflected red half of the void, and a huge palm print emerged and slapped towards the holy image in front of him.

Seeing Yang Chao's actions, everyone in the attic couldn't help roaring, "Yang Chao, you are so bold that you dare to blaspheme your ancestors?"

Yang Chao remained silent, and pressed his huge palm prints against the icon, his expression extremely firm, without any wavering.

"Hey!" A faint sigh sounded from inside the holy image, and then there was a faint sound, which seemed to be the famous saying of the saint, the idea of ​​enlightening all living beings.At this time, those words containing philosophical words echoed between heaven and earth.

Yang Chao's expression couldn't help changing slightly, he felt a huge resistance from the palm he pressed down, and the lingering holy light around the holy statue blocked his attack as if all magic was invulnerable.

"Worthy of being a hundred sages, the one left behind has the ability to stop [-]% of my cultivation." Yang Chao's expression was quite admirable. Today, his martial arts have reached the realm where fists are condensed into substance. The power of the second thunder calamity is generally the same, and it can block [-]% of his power, and ordinary creators may not be able to do it.

But then he sneered and said, "It's a pity that you have all fallen. You can stop [-]% of my power, but you can't stop [-]% of my power."

As he spoke, he clenched his five fingers tightly, and the palm prints turned into fist prints. A power that dominates the present and reverses time and space gathers on his fists. "Icon, if you can take my punch, I will turn around and leave. If you can't take it, then don't blame me for being rude." After finishing speaking, he punched out.

After he punched this punch, the condensed fist mark turned into the appearance of Yang Chao and rushed towards the holy image, and countless supernatural powers and spells were about to drown the holy image.

"Buzz buzz!" A louder voice echoed between the sky and the earth, and the holy statue burst out with extremely destructive light, resisting the attack from Yang Chao.

However, how powerful Yang Chao is now, that is the existence that has survived eight thunder tribulations, even if this saint is still there, his cultivation level is almost the same, and he may not even be as strong as him.Although the back hand he left behind exploded with all his strength, it was finally defeated by Yang Chao's fist, and the huge icon collapsed like smoke and dust, turning into countless light spots and disappearing into the void.

Looking at the crumbling icon, Yang Chao didn't feel any joy in his heart. The sages and sages are indeed peerless figures, but it's a pity that their descendants didn't have lofty ideals like them. He felt inexplicably sad for the masters by doing things that benefited others at the expense of others!

(End of this chapter)