Chapter 644 The ancestor returns, both his body and soul are destroyed!
Although the Three Pure Ones stopped the quasi-saints of the Yan clan, they were also unable to kill them.
The leader of the Yan Clan raised his four arms and shouted angrily: "Men of the Yan Clan! Pass on the great destiny to me, our ancestor!"
His voice not only resounded throughout the battlefield, but could also be heard throughout the entire fairy world, it was deafening.
Hundreds of millions of Yan clan creatures sacrificed their own luck, and rays of light flew out of their bodies, all rushing towards the leader of the Yan clan. The scene was magnificent, illuminating the dark space.
Because the leader of the Yan tribe retreated outside the fairyland, the Three Pure Ones were unable to hurt him.
The Three Pure Ones frowned.
The quasi-saints from the immortal world, who had just taken a short break, attacked again, trying not to let the leader of the Yan clan become stronger.
…
The power of the Three Pure Ones soon spread throughout the fairy world, making all living beings breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there are such powerful people in the fairy world.
Han Jue had been watching the battle and had neglected his practice.
This won't work.
Han Jue silently took out the Book of Doom and sighed: "The Lord of Darkness has been saved again, and the fame and fortune have all been taken by you saints. I have to bear the blame. Alas."
How can there be a savior as low-key as me in the world! Han Jue began to curse Dao Buwang.
Five days later.
Han Jue's lifespan began to decline. In just five days, the battle on the edge of the fairyland caused countless casualties and his karma soared to the sky.
The quasi-saints of the Yan clan began to lead their teams to attack separately, causing the Three Pure Ones to be unable to take care of all the enemies. A team of Yan clan creatures had already broken into the fairyland, led by a quasi-saint with as many as fifty Daluo under him.
Chaos in the fairy world!
The saints were troubled by this. The morale of the Yan Clan was too strong, stronger than that of the creatures in the Immortal Realm. They charged forward like crazy. As long as they were still alive, they would fight a hundred battles without giving up! Han Jue did not pay attention to the Immortal Realm. He stared at his attribute panel and emails.
One trillion years of life! Ten trillion years!
One hundred trillion years!
Five hundred trillion years! [Your enemy's Dao will not perish because of your curse, and his Dao heart has been damaged]
continue!
Since you want to curse, then take them all away in one go. It would be best to shock the Guixu Divine Realm! Han Jue's eyes were fierce, and he cursed with all his strength.
Eight hundred trillion years! One hundred trillion years!
200 trillion years! [Your enemy has not died because of your curse, his luck is disordered, and his soul is damaged]
[Your enemy Dao Bu Wang was attacked by your good friend Xi Tian Lao Zu and was seriously injured]
Hmm? Is Xitian Patriarch back? Han Jue stopped immediately. Since Xitian Patriarch had taken action, he didn't have to waste his life.
He looked up and saw that outside the Heavenly Dao, the space where Dao Buwang was located was shattered, and endless chaotic thunders intertwined. The aura of Dao Buwang was rapidly fading, and he felt another vast and boundless aura.
Ancestor Xitian!
The ancestor came back at the critical moment of the Heavenly Dao! Xuandu Saint also discovered this and directly waved his sleeves to destroy the Yan clan's base camp that stayed outside the Heavenly Dao.
Tens of millions of Yan clan creatures were turned into ashes one after another, without any power to resist.
Those creatures that died later looked at the flying ashes ahead and fell into despair.
The despair did not last long. In less than three breaths, tens of millions of Yan clan members were killed, without even a trace of soul left. It was obvious that Saint Xuandu acted in anger and had been enduring for a long time.
In the fairyland.
The leader of the Yan tribe, who was still fighting, felt something and turned back suddenly, his eyes instantly turned red.
"No--"
The Yan Clan roared at the top of their lungs, and he quickly brandished four spears, and the rolling flames submerged countless immortal practitioners.
Not only him, other powerful Yan clan members also discovered the situation in the rear.
"The Yan Clan has no way to escape. Once we get out, we will be slaughtered by the saints!"
"My men! We can only fight till the end!"
"The Yan Clan is constantly striving to become stronger and fearless of death!"
"kill--"
The leader of the Yan clan roared, his momentum soared, alarming the entire fairy world!
The boundless earth of the fairyland shook violently, as if the end of the world was about to come!
The Three Pure Ones snorted coldly and drew a circle with his hands. Three majestic divine figures appeared in front of him, each holding a sword and swinging their swords to cut. Green, black and white sword energy burst out, densely filling the sky and earth and drowning the leader of the Yan clan.
The powerful beings in the fairy world were all excited when they felt that the Yan Clan outside the Heavenly Dao had been eradicated by the saint, and they once again tried their best to fight.
Han Jue is paying attention to the email.
pity!
Dao Buwang was only seriously injured and not killed!
The ancestor was still a little short of it. He couldn't even kill this guy. Han Jue had already spent 200 trillion years of his life! The more Han Jue thought about it, the more depressed he became.
no.
We must take Dao Buwang away with us.
Although the two-star hatred level is not high, this guy has always wanted to destroy the way of heaven. If the way of heaven is gone, Han Jue will be in danger.
Han Jue took out the Book of Doom and continued to curse.
Five days later.
His life span began to decline, and at the same time, the Yan clan was already at the end of its strength.
The weakest surviving Yan clan creature was a Daluo Jinxian, and there were less than three hundred of them.
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They had no way to escape and could only fight to the death.
In the north of the fairyland, the earth was dyed red with blood and flesh, and the sky was raining blood.
The leader of the Yan clan stood on the earth, like a giant peak, towering into the clouds. Above the sea of clouds, he was surrounded by thousands of powerful immortals, and even the beings in the divine realm dared to surround him!
The leader of the Yan tribe was covered in blood, gasping for breath, his scarlet eyes filled with rage.
"The Yan Clan... was defeated..."
The leader of the Yan tribe felt sad.
When the Immortal Realm learned that victory was imminent, everyone was extremely excited and mocked the Yan Clan crazily.
"How dare you invade the fairyland?"
"What Yan Clan? I've never heard of it!"
"Hmph, where is the saint who protected you? Did he run away?"
"Pathetic! Do you really think that Heaven's Way can be destroyed by just one race of yours?"
"Cut off his head and place it on the edge of the fairyland to warn the hidden races in Chaos!"
…
Although the battle was short, the casualties in the Immortal Realm were no less than those of the Yan Clan. At least 10 billion lives were lost, and overwhelming rage filled the hearts of every participant in the battle.
It would be useless for the Yan Clan to surrender! The Yan Clan did not intend to surrender!
In the distance, Dasantian said, "Holy Ancestor, why don't you kill him?"
His words were agreed by the other quasi-saints, who did not understand what the Three Pure Ones were waiting for.
The Three Pure Ones did not answer, but stared at the leader of the Yan clan calmly.
The leader of the Yan clan laughed sadly and said, "That's right! Come and kill them! Let's see if I can drag a few more poor Daluo down with me!"
After facing the reality, the leader of the Yan tribe no longer felt pressured.
The Yan Clan was going to be exterminated, so if that was the case, then what did he need to worry about? The other powerful Yan Clan members also showed a resolute look.
There was no change in this battle.
Eventually, the entire Yan tribe died out! The corpse of the Yan tribe leader was sealed into a million-foot-high mountain as a warning to future generations.
The other side.
Han Jue was still concentrating on cursing Dao Bu Ming.
His life span will soon be reduced by one quadrillion years!
[Your enemy will not perish because of your curse, his heart will be shattered and his body will be annihilated]
continue!
Not yet completely destroyed!
Han Jue gritted his teeth and persisted.
Another trillion years of life is thrown in! [Your enemy is not dead because of your curse, his soul is scattered, his Taoism is gone, the Great Dao has mercy on him]
The sky of the universe rolled with thunderclouds, as if the sky was crying.
(End of this chapter)
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