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Chapter 1500: The Daoist Sons and Saints of the Ancient Divine Realm All Died
This battle between Daozi, which affected the hearts of dozens of Hedao gods and affected the entire ancient divine world community, gradually revealed its outcome under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The gray chaotic dragon breath flickered for a moment and then suddenly collapsed.

The destructive star that swallowed up all the sun's light also flickered several times. The entire star collapsed and fell apart, leaving only a blue-gold flying sword with a dim light, which retreated back and landed in the hands of a shaky young man in green.

The moment the Taiqing flying sword fell into his hand,

boom!
Jiang Ding's body, from his arms downwards, underwent a series of explosions, and his entire body shattered into a ball of blood mist, leaving only a blue-gold skeleton, holding his natal flying sword firmly without any hesitation.

The opponent has more than ten times the strength of himself!

Even though his swordsmanship at the Sword Spirit Realm, the Materialistic Sun Sword Soul, and his status as a quasi-seventh-rank formation master gave him the qualifications to dance on the edge of a knife, there were still limits.

With this sword, his body was affected by a trace of the aftermath of the chaotic breath, just a trace, and all the flesh and blood in his body instantly turned into blood mist, unable to be blocked at all.

"Ugh!"

"I am still not strong enough."

"You still need to hone your skills, and you must not be proud and complacent..."

Jiang Ding didn't care too much about his injuries. A light flashed in his dark skeleton eyes and he looked at the other side, his opponents.

In the star map of the True Array of the Primordial Hell of the Universe, the only twenty-four remaining sons of Tao from the ancient divine realm stood frozen in place.

They burned their souls, their flesh and blood, they burned everything, and even gave birth to the embryonic form of the Dharma. They used everything they had in their life to form a formation and launched the strongest attack of their life.

However, the result is...

"No!"

"How can there be such a creature in this world?"

You Daozi only had the last bit of strength left and cried sadly.

"This Saint Son is unwilling to accept this. This should not be the end of this Saint Son. This Saint Son will definitely become an existence above the Hedao in the future..."

The Weaving Sky Spider Saint roared.

He is in charge of the rules of destiny and can see some of the past. He saw that the Weaving Sky Spider clan successfully inherited the ancient gods' way, and in the future they are expected to exist in the prototype of the way, completely get rid of the constraints of the ancient gods, be completely free, and restore the glory of the racial overlord before the era of the ancient gods.

That is the glorious era when all human beings will be trampled underfoot and the world will be truly owned!
"Father, save me, quickly kill this damned human ant..."

The Holy Son of the Netherworld Black Sky Crane Clan cried weakly.

In comparison, the holy sons of the demon clan who are born with noble blood seem to be weaker and unable to accept reality. They are born strong and indeed lack some upward tempering.

However, these differences do not mean much at this moment.

Keng!
Jiang Ding drew his sword.

The Taiqing Flying Sword had dimmed too much at this time.

At this moment, a sword was slashed out, and the six orders of the sun surrounded it. With the sword skills of the Sword Spirit Realm, an extremely beautiful arc was slashed along the path of rules, showing the strongest sword skills in this realm.

"Stop! Ant!"

"Dare!"

"If you kill my son, I will make you wish you were dead, and I will fight to the death with your Dongji Demon Sect..."

At this moment, countless Hedao gods had murderous eyes, and countless demon gods of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance shouted threats. The murderous intent was overwhelming, making the entire starry sky as cold as a prison.

These demon gods were quite straightforward, barbaric and crude, and they threatened directly and violently.

"Bastard!"

"A lowly slave!"

The most furious among them was the Black Heavenly Lord, the Lord of the Hedao Sect of the Netherworld Black Sky Crane Clan, one of the seven dominant races of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance. He sternly said, "If you dare to kill my son, I will make hundreds of millions of Dongji Demon Sect disciples pay with their lives. I will tear your body into pieces, torture your soul for billions of years, and you will never be able to reincarnate!"

"My friend, this Lord God has a supreme treasure of Yang attribute..."

The God of Hedao took a different approach, luring people with extremely precious natural treasures and sincerely negotiating terms.

"Our clan is willing to form an alliance with the Dongji Demon Sect and share wealth and honor..." Another Hedao God Lord tempted them with the great situation.

There were so many conditions and interferences, and no one thought that the so-called sacred sword fight was something that needed to be respected, and they were all using all their strength to hinder it.

These kinds of

What is this to a Sun Swordsman?

It was a sword light.

A more graceful and swifter sword light.

The sword light transformed from the Taiqing Flying Sword drew a graceful arc and passed through the necks of the Ancient God Realm's Lianxu geniuses who were already seriously injured and unable to maintain the formation.

In an instant, the head fell to the ground and blood spurted several feet high, drawing a series of memorable pictures in the starry sky.

Among them, there were Daozi and Shengzi, who tried to escape, burned everything, and played various trump cards, such as hiding, escaping through space, or transforming themselves into dust-like existences.

However, this makes no sense.

Having lost their formation and being seriously injured, they were nothing more than grass to the Taiqing Flying Sword, which swept them away in one swoop.

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Under one sword,
Twenty-three Taoists from the Ancient Divine Realm were killed!

These famous geniuses, Dao Sons, and Saint Sons of the Ancient God's Realm were regarded by countless cultivators as peerless geniuses and the future rulers of the realm. However, their deaths were not glorious at all, but simply died like ants.

Keng!
Clang!

The Taiqing flying sword returned with a cheerful sword sound, and the sword sound of the Great Dao spread in all directions, allowing people to attain enlightenment.

The skeleton-like Jiang Ding closed his eyes slightly, carefully feeling the beauty and joy of this moment. Many inspirations and thoughts appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness. Many ideas about swordsmanship suddenly came to his mind. The swordsmanship in the Sword Spirit Realm moved towards the middle stage, and quickly entered the middle stage, and was about to break through to the late stage.

After some settling down, there will be no problem in breaking through the sixth realm of swordsmanship, the late stage of sword spirit realm.

There is also the Materialistic Sun Sword Soul.

After experiencing a life-and-death battle with the magic cultivator, the sword cultivator's sword heart became more determined, and his idealistic sword soul also achieved some breakthroughs, once again getting closer to the sword soul of the sword master of the upper realm immortal sect.

Of course, at the same time there were also some discordant insults and threats.

"Good good!"

"How dare you, a mere ant, kill my descendants in front of me..."

"In this life, you ant better not go out, otherwise, I will kill you with my own hands..."

These are the gods of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance.

After confirming that it is useless, the human race's Hedao God will not make so many verbal threats. They will only take action and not shout anything.

This kind of verbal threat has no effect other than venting one's own anger, and it also has the negative effect of alerting the enemy.

Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes and looked at the many Taoist gods of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance who were shouting at him outside the Cangtian Pavilion.

He smiled kindly.

"Senior Heitian of the Netherworld Black Sky Crane,"

Jiang Ding looked at the most conspicuous pitch-black magic crane and said sincerely, "Senior, you are so enthusiastic. I will remember it."

"In five hundred years at the latest, I will come to your clan's land and carefully check every Netherworld Black Sky Crane to see if they have violated the laws of the Immortal Sect and have eaten humans."

"If so, I will mercifully grant him death."

"If your entire clan is like this, then your entire clan can gather together, and this can be considered a reunion with fellow Daoist Brother Black Sky Crane Saint. This couldn't be better..."

He was compassionate.

"hey-hey!"

The Black Sky God of the Netherworld Black Sky Crane Clan sneered.

(End of this chapter)