We agreed to go to Taishan Sect and you will pull the coffin for me.

Chapter 172 Who Says There Are No Saints in the Human Race?

Finally, what is supposed to come will come.

On the outskirts of Purple Mountain, the first high-ranking member of the ancient clan appeared. He was a dragon-headed ancestor king, the leader of a royal family.

However, it was arrogant, high above, looking down on the crowd. Apart from showing a little respect to the Ancient Emperor Mountain, when it landed on the ground, its holy power was released in an overwhelming manner.

The Saint of Yao Chi, Yao Xi, Tu Fei, the son of the big bandit, and others could not bear the pressure. Some frowned slightly, while others gritted their teeth and endured.

The saint leaders of the great sects were even more unbearable and actually knelt down in rows.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing this, the Dragon King looked more like a supreme god and sneered, "You humans only have this group of people to support the situation. I am so disappointed. They are only at the level of Immortal II, with poor aptitude and old and weak bodies. They rely entirely on their age to improve their cultivation."

“In my clan, they are not qualified to be sealed into the Divine Source. Any young member of our ancient clan can suppress a group of them.”

Lu Heng's eyes were deep, and he knew that the sex scene had begun.

The saint leaders of many major sects had grim expressions on their faces. They had no contact with the core circle and had no idea how many saints the human race had. Even the Imperial Soldier Alliance did not know.

At this moment, they were angry and powerless.

"Humph! A mere saint is so arrogant, looking down on the human race and the demon race as nothing. How many emperors were born in our ancient times? Why didn't they go to the heyday and act recklessly?"

In Purple Mountain, Divine King Jiang Taixu said firmly: "We can't let them be so arrogant any longer. I will take action first to shock the ancient clan. In this alliance, not only the imperial soldiers must have an absolute advantage, but also the middle-level saints and future geniuses must all be defeated."

"We will try to break the backbone of the ancient race in one fell swoop."

Gai Jiuyou and Gu Tianshu were amazed, especially since Gai Jiuyou was about to achieve Nirvana. After a hundred years of vacancy, the more ruthless this showdown was, the better.

Hearing this, Lu Heng said, "Why bother, senior? I will deal with him."

Ye Fan also suddenly said: "That's right, the seniors should conserve their energy, I will kill the saint myself!"

The two looked at each other and thought of the same thing.

Lu Heng wanted to use the Bloody Battle Saint to sharpen his fighting spirit, baptize the Heavenly Sword, and embark on the glorious path of killing.

Ye Fan was enlightened by the old grandfather in his body. Amitabha and Qing Emperor told him frankly that with his current level, it was hopeless for him to become an emperor with a holy body, and he had to go through the most incredible training.

Before becoming an emperor, one must be tempered by the endless laws of the holy way and transcend it. Before becoming a quasi-emperor, one must be entangled by the supreme emperor's rules and break the emperor's way. Only then will one be able to resist the immortal laws evolved from the heavenly tribulation when the holy body becomes an emperor.

Gai Jiuyou also mentioned these words. When he became the emperor against the will of heaven under the influence of the Green Emperor, in fact, the influence of the Green Emperor's principles was not fatal. The really terrifying thing was that when he reached the end, the laws of immortality were faintly interpreted, and the shadow of the Chaos Green Lotus Immortal Medicine was cast, and he was thrown down to the mortal world.

In the original timeline, Emperor Ye Tian was overcoming the tribulation and was also faced with elixir.

Both of them are determined to become the most powerful emperor, so naturally they have to endure the strongest trial.

Fortunately, Lu Heng is protected by a holy weapon, which can raise his cultivation to the most basic holy realm. The rest of the fight depends on each person's own means. Ye Fan has the saint-level holy body invited by the demon clan, and becomes a test driver of the holy body mecha.

Buzz!
There was a mirage above Lu Heng's head, like a ball of colorful glazed light falling down, covering his own hazy dream, as if he had turned into a sage of the Dream Taoist race. Ye Fan's green lotus wrapped his body and fused it with the shriveled holy body. His unparalleled golden blood rushed into the sky, and his immortal aura was mighty, like a demon saint who had become holy through flesh and blood.

The saints they transformed into all had flaws. The former only met the standards of magic power and holy rules, and their bodies and spirits were slightly fragile. The latter also only met the standards of physical bodies, had no saintly rules, and could only fight in close combat.

Outside, the leaders of the sects were silent. The many monks besieging Purple Mountain were disappointed. Many of them said in despair, "Is it true that there is no saint among us humans? Where are you, the ancient saint kings?"

"Who said there are no saints among humans?!"

At this moment, Lu Heng suddenly appeared, and shouted with understanding. Everyone was shocked to see a human sage shrouded in dreamy light appear. They were all ecstatic and could not recognize his origin.

"Yes! We are always here!"

Immediately afterwards, another majestic sage with golden blood and unparalleled energy, like a demon god, stood there, lying like an ancient demon mountain.

The passers-by were shocked and cheered: "We humans have hidden dragons and crouching tigers. The saints are just low-key and never show off their saintliness."

Only Lu Heng couldn't help but look sideways when he heard Ye Fan's words. What a guy, he wants to eat the Daluo Immortal Sword?
In the distance, the ancient dragon-headed king looked solemn, ready to face the two saints.

Before it could speak, Lu Heng and Ye Fan moved at the same time. They all had a tacit understanding that if the battle continued for a long time, they would be exposed, so they had to end it quickly.

kill!

Lu Heng moved. A vast purple aura rose into the sky above his head. His limbs stretched out and evolved into a chaotic fairyland. His spine trembled and he transformed into a true dragon. His wheel sea released yin and yang energies, which coincided with the five elements of the Taoist palace. The five secret realms were sublimated to the extreme, interpreting the unity of the five visions.

This peerless killing move is far beyond ordinary magic. When performed with the cultivation of a saint, it is even more shocking. It should be noted that he did not use it when fighting against the four young supremes in the past. It can be said that he fought desperately from the beginning. After all, every saint should not be underestimated.

Buzz!
In an instant, the earth, fire, wind and water of the world reappeared, and a purple misty universe enveloped it. The inside was in chaos and endless principles were intertwined.

The Dragon King was caught off guard and was instantly drawn into it. The primordial purple energy washed over him, causing his skin to be torn, his tendons to be broken, his bones to shatter, and blood to splatter. The magic power of the holy way had no effect in protecting his body.

Immediately, the Dragon King was firmly imprisoned in the spot and could not move.

This is not over yet. Ye Fan drove the Holy Body Mecha and rushed up, swinging the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist granted by the Great Holy Body in the Ancient Forbidden Zone. His golden blood was overwhelming, his blood was boiling, his thoughts were consistent, and in a trance he resonated with the spirit of the Holy Body's predecessor.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Ye Fan was crazy, like a demon or a god, his thick, dry black hair was flying wildly, making people tremble with fear.

He ignored the erosion of the Holy Dao Laws, and with one punch he pierced through the body of the Dragon Head Ancestor King, with another punch he tore half of his body apart, and with another punch he smashed the Ancient King's head. His punch was so powerful that it seemed to have condensed the universe.

Ah! It happened so suddenly. The ancient dragon king was caught in the crossfire between the two and fell to the point of death in a breath, screaming miserably.

His soul wanted to ascend, but was illuminated by the mirage above Lu Heng's head. With a flash of colorful light, he fell into a deep dream. Time passed quickly and his soul turned to ashes.

The mirage trembled slightly, nourished by the power of the saint's soul. The dream world evolving inside became more and more grand, and a new layer of restrictions began to emerge.

At this moment, the whole audience was silent, shocked by this battle.

The three men fought for less than thousands of rounds before they condensed their killing moves into one, deciding the outcome in an instant without even unleashing much of their power.

In this way, an ancient king was killed, his blood splattered into the sky, his light turned into torches, and he was wiped out from the world.

Lu Heng was shrouded in a dreamy glow, and said in a cold voice: "The ancient clan is not doing well."

The two gained a lot. The Heavenly Sword in his heart was impacted by the fighting spirit of the sage and became sharper. Ye Fan's body and soul were baptized by the laws of the saintly way and gradually grew stronger.

"Humph, just two human saints. It's unexpected, but that's all."

Before the human race could feel surprised, the first group of high-ranking ancient tribe leaders arrived from afar. On the horizon, several figures slowly approached. Each of them was tall and majestic, like a few devil mountains that were about to collapse the eternal blue sky.

The seven ancient kings walked together, making the earth almost sink. All kinds of light descended from the sky, and the heavenly music continued, as if it was singing for them, with a full sense of oppression.

Lu Heng had a solemn expression. The Dragon King just now was only two or three levels of Saint. The seven in front of him included some who had reached the late stage. They were definitely formidable enemies.

(End of this chapter)