The devil that covers the sky

Chapter 166 Fighting against the ancestor king
Zhao Qianyu's eyes were cold, and the holy spear in his hand flashed a golden light, and he shot towards Xuanyu.

"The Dao-slaying king, the Demon Lord has already slashed the Dao... No, protect the young master!" An old blood-moon clan king turned pale with shock.

Before he finished speaking, several kings stood guard in front of Xuan Yu, and each used the blood moon ancestral technique to create rounds of blood moons, trying to block Zhao Qianyu's holy spear.

However, this shot was not simple. In addition to the holy power of the holy soldier itself, it was Zhao Qianyu's angry blow. The momentum he passed was like a broken bamboo, piercing through the void, and it was difficult for the saint to stop it!

All the old kings guarding Xuanyu's body exploded into blood mist. Facing the golden holy spear, they behaved like a mantis holding a cart, and did not have the slightest blocking effect.

What kind of talent is this, what kind of terrifying strength?This is almost unimaginable. Even the most amazing person in the history of the Blood Moon Clan has never done it. Could it be that this human race can rival the father and son of the ancient emperor?
All the blood moon clansmen were terrified, this person is not joking, he really has the ability to kill the saint...

Xuanyu's smile froze, he panicked and blocked the body guard in front of him, and shouted: "Father, save me!"

"No one can save you." Zhao Qianyu's eyes were cold, as if looking at a dead person.

The golden holy spear is unstoppable, and the saint's forbidden weapons are not enough to look at, let alone forbidden weapons, even the real saint's weapons are useless.

The saint's forbidden weapon only resisted for a moment, then it exploded and turned into ashes on the spot.

"Your Excellency, don't hurt me, everything is easy to talk about!" The ancient sage Xuantuo who had just walked out of the hall turned pale with fright. While he hurriedly stopped, he stretched out a big hand to stop the golden holy gun.

"It's late!" Zhao Qianyu's voice was indifferent, as if a god of death was pronouncing the sentence.

The golden holy gun is unstoppable and unstoppable, even the palm of a saint cannot stop it!

Under the blessing of the vast divine power, the tip of the spear bloomed with five-color fairy light, and the mysterious yellow energy and the chaotic energy intertwined, piercing through the big hand of the ancient sage Xuantuo.

The flesh and blood of the saint disintegrated and turned into a shower of blood that sprinkled the Blood Moon Ridge. Countless blood moon clansmen were killed by the murderous aura of the saint in the blood rain, and the entire valley was mournful and gloomy.

Through the bloody hole dripping from the big hand, one could vaguely see that the golden holy spear was being inserted between Xuan Yu's eyebrows, nailing him to the cliff, his eyes wide open, and his seven orifices bleeding to death.

Zhao Qianyu recalled the golden holy spear and held it in his hand, with a playful smile on his face, looking at the ancient sage Xuantuo whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he didn't take it seriously at all.

"The Demon Lord killed the young master!" The Blood Moon Clan exclaimed.

Facing the mighty Zhao Qianyu, their backs felt chills, even the ancestor king couldn't stop the opponent from killing someone, and even his palm was pierced by him... Doesn't it mean that even if the ancestor king came forward, they were still in danger?
The Blood Moon clansmen who had always despised the human race finally tasted the taste of fear. They retreated unconsciously, looked at each other, and finally started to run away.

"What are you panicking!" The Blood Moon King frowned slightly, and at the same time he stopped shouting, he raised his hand and killed the clansman who took the lead in running away.

The effect was immediate, and the rest of the Blood Moon tribe immediately stopped running away and stood there trembling, afraid of being punished by the Blood Moon King.

"I heard that you, the Blood Moon Clan, are brave and unparalleled, but you never know what fear is. It seems that's not the case." Zhao Qianyu smiled.

"A mere Dao-slaying king dares to come to my clan's ancestral land to cause chaos? Today, I will sacrifice my clan with your blood." Blood Moon King said ruthlessly.

"Just because you, an old ghost, are worthy of killing the heir of the Great Emperor?" Xianhe walked out from behind Zhao Qianyu holding a chaotic axe.

It asked Zhao Qianyu: "Leave this old ghost to me, and you can handle the rest, right?"

"It's a good time to show off your skills." Zhao Qianyu said indifferently.

"Ancient imperial soldiers!" The blood moon clansmen were shocked. In the battles since their birth, the human race used the ancient imperial soldiers to repel them repeatedly.

"Another ancient imperial soldier that I have never seen before. The human race is really blessed to have produced so many emperors! But it is a pity, just the two of you, today is doomed to come and go. The ancient imperial soldier should fulfill me Clan!" The Blood Moon King laughed loudly, the ghost fire in the eye hole was extremely blazing, looking extremely cruel.

As soon as he finished speaking, several saints came out from the depths of the Blood Moon Ridge. Every Saint of the Blood Moon Clan was filled with an incomparably thick bloody smell, and it was not necessary to think that they had killed a lot recently.

"During the ancient times, the human race was nothing more than a captive livestock of our clan. They lived and killed, and they did whatever they wanted. They just ate blood!"

Several veteran saints of the Blood Moon clan believed that they had an absolute advantage in numbers, and they didn't care about Xianhe, a saint king with ancient imperial weapons, and didn't pay attention to Zhao Qianyu, a Dao slayer.

The three veteran saints stood beside the Blood Moon King, and confronted the crane together with him, saying: "What about the ancient imperial soldiers? The power of the user is limited. You are just a newcomer to the Saint King, even if you are extremely powerful, How many hits can you hit?"

Facing the emperor's soldiers, they naturally dare not show their strength, but as long as they play around a bit, when the opponent is exhausted, they will definitely be able to regain the upper hand.

The No.4 ancient sage stood next to Xuan Tuo, and mocked Xuan Tuo: "You are sanctified anyway, even if you first entered this mirror, you shouldn't be afraid of mere Taoists! It seems that although you are young , but not the best heir of the Blood Moon Clan?"

"You can't even keep your own son. If your father passes on the position of patriarch to you, the Blood Moon Clan will be in danger." The ancient sage's yin and yang eccentricity obviously meant something.

Xuan Tuo understood that his young uncle was the one who could compete with him for the position of patriarch in the mouth of the Blood Moon King. Facing the other party's cynicism, he was extremely angry, but he was powerless to refute.

A hint of sinisterness flashed in his eyes, he forcibly held back the anger, and said with a smile: "So, the opponent is just a Dao Slayer king, uncle can kill it with one hand? Please ask uncle to avenge my son, if you can succeed , I will give up competing for the position of patriarch."

He has already understood Zhao Qianyu's strength. To be honest, although the opponent's level is low, he is really much stronger than him in terms of strength.Because, with the power of his saint, the normal injury should be able to recover soon, but his palm is still bleeding, and the power of the law is permeating the wound, and there is no sign of healing until now...

Xuan Tuo couldn't help thinking: If both sides fight and lose, it would be great for him!
Xuan Tuo's uncle had originally come to kill Zhao Qianyu. He had taken a fancy to the golden holy spear in Zhao Qianyu's hand from the very beginning, and had already regarded it as a weapon for his future enlightenment. At this time, he heard his nephew's promise , and there is no reason to refuse.

He laughed loudly, took out a Blood Moon Knife, and took Zhao Qianyu's head straight away.

The old-fashioned saint is the old-fashioned saint, whose strength is much stronger than Xuan Tuo. He holds the blood moon mad knife and slashes wildly. The bloody aura is overwhelming, and the knife is vicious. He goes straight to the vitals. Wherever he passes, the void is cut to pieces , unable to heal for a long time, extremely terrifying.

There have been such powerful ancestor kings standing out in the past dynasties, and this is the capital of the Blood Moon Ancestor becoming the top ten fierce clans in ancient times!
In the state of not entering the forbidden state, the huge difference in realm made Zhao Qianyu very passive. After only one frontal collision, Zhao Qianyu flew upside down. Dodge and look for opportunities in the constant circle.

Xuan Tuo didn't join the battle immediately, he looked gloomy, waiting for the opportunity to attack Zhao Qianyu.

Seeing that Zhao Qianyu was not safe, Xianhe wanted to rescue him, but was held back by the Blood Moon King and the three supreme old saints.

(End of this chapter)