The most powerful villain in fighting

Chapter 216 The God of Killing Appears, and the First Ancestor Returns!

As soon as Hun Miesheng appeared on the stage, nine completely different different fires surrounded him.

Just like Emperor Yan who controls all different fires in the legend.

"Hallmaster of the Soul Palace!" Ling Yidao never expected that the strength of the Lord of the Soul Palace surpassed him!

"Stupid Spirit Race, you should be eliminated." Hun Miesheng smiled coldly, flipped his wrist, and the sea of ​​flames swept out monstrous waves towards the fighting saints of the Spirit Race.

On this sea wave full of strange fire, Ling Yidao held the blade of Ling Slaying tightly, and swung a shocking sword!

The dazzling cold light split the fire wave into two, and Ling Yidao blocked the blow for everyone.

"Everyone in the spirit clan, activate the spirit-gathering formation!"

Ling Yidao took a deep breath, and shouted resolutely. This time, he felt a crisis that he had never experienced before. This crisis made him understand that the survival of the Spirit Race may depend on today. .

The crisis that Big Brother had foreseen for a long time really did not come out of thin air!
As Ling Yi Dao yelled down, all the surviving Spirit Race people trembled in their hearts.

This is the first time since ancient times that the Spirit Gathering Slashing Formation, the clan protection formation of the Spirit Clan, has been activated. From this we can see how dangerous the crisis that the Spirit Clan is facing this time is.

Seventy percent of the clansmen have already fallen into the hands of the soul clan.

Now, only the highest fighters of the Spirit Race are left, gathered around Ling Yidao.

"Buzz!"

All the Elders of the Spirit Race shot beams of light quickly into this area at this moment. Immediately, the ground shook, and huge beams of light burst out of the ground, and finally intertwined in the sky. Huge strange formation.

With the formation of the formation, the souls of many spiritual elders withered in an instant, and infinite energy surged out, pouring all of them into the formation.

"Wow hoo hoo!"

At this moment, almost all the people of the Spirit Race condensed their battle energy into a beam of light, and finally shot it into the formation overwhelmingly.

Immediately, a great burst of light burst forth, and a terrifying coercion, like a giant dragon that had been sleeping for thousands of years, quietly woke up.

And when this coercion came out, the entire space of the spirit world shook violently, and the vast energy continuously gathered in the direction where the formation was located.

"What a terrifying coercion..."

Standing outside the big formation, even if the soul is dead, it will be solemnly looking at the dazzling huge light formation in the sky. This kind of coercion may be comparable to the fighting saints in the late seven-star stage. His background is really extraordinary.

"The clan protection formation of the Spirit Clan is really extraordinary." Hun Miesheng looked at the light formation with a complex expression, and said: "It is said that this formation was created by the ancestor of the Spirit Clan, and there is a trace of his remnant soul left in it. If it is activated , may be able to stop us in a short period of time."

"Ancestor..." The corners of the eyes of the powerful soul clan twitched, and the only one who could be called the ancestor of the spirit clan was probably the Dou Di strongman who founded the spirit clan.

"Damn it, Lingya brought a lot of strong people out of the spirit world, and they haven't come back yet. I'm afraid something unexpected happened!" Some elders of the spirit clan said worriedly.

Although the Heaven-gathering Spirit Slashing Formation in front of him could be used safely, it still failed to maximize its power.

Ling Ya, one of the Three Swordsmen of the Spirit Tribe, is not in this formation, but his power has been directly reduced by one-third.

"I don't know what's going on with Lingya now." Ling Yidao's eyes flickered, and then he shouted loudly, and the entire formation was completely unleashed.

Hun Miesheng looked at the big formation surging with energy that made his heart palpitate, smiled abruptly, and immediately turned around under the gaze of so many eyes, and said respectfully: "Young patriarch, this big formation , maybe you have to take action, my lord, to be able to crack it."

Accompanied by Hun Mie Sheng's reverent voice, the sea of ​​blood behind him suddenly began to squirm slowly, and as the sea of ​​blood climbed, it slowly condensed into a figure, and finally appeared under the gaze of countless eyes under.

That figure was filled with blood, and streaks of strange black battle energy surrounded his body.

A pair of symbolic different pupils, filled with a sense of terrifying majesty.

He stood in the sky on a sea of ​​blood, and when he appeared, an extremely ancient and strange aura slowly appeared between the heaven and the earth.

"Woooo!"

Following the appearance of this bloody figure, the sea of ​​blood that filled the entire spirit world suddenly let out a strange humming sound, as if it was welcoming their master.

"Soul Tianchen...?!"

Ling Yidao's eyes stared fixedly at the demon god-like figure who seemed to have been killed from hell, and his heart suddenly beat violently. With the perception of his soul, it was natural that he could see it at the first sight. , this figure is Hun Tianchen himself!

The real soul dust!

Up to now, the three words Hun Tianchen are enough to be deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

Not for anything else, just because of him, alone, bloodbathed the butchers in the entire Zhongzhou!
Ling Yidao took a deep breath: "You were not punished by the soul clan? That's right, with your talent, how could you be punished by the soul clan?"

He never expected that the leader of the soul clan this time was actually this killing god!
Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, the figure like a demon god slowly lowered his head, looking at the great formation below that was rippling with vast power, and with a wave of his sleeves, the monstrous sea of ​​blood above his head was violently churning Get up, and finally turned into dense blood-colored raindrops, overwhelming the sky and falling towards the big formation.

"Chichi!"

As the blood-colored raindrops fell, there were bursts of hissing sounds on the big formation, and everyone could feel that the energy of the big formation was being swallowed by the blood rain.

"Spirits, don't blame us, you can only blame your own souls, which have some effect on our souls."

The rain of blood poured down the sky, and the lush mountains turned yellow almost instantly, as if all life was swallowed up. At the same time, a voice full of the majesty of heaven and earth, that made the soul tremble, Slowly, it came out from the figure like a demon god.

"It's not that simple to swallow my Spirit Race!"

Ling Yidao's complexion also turned ferocious at this moment, only to hear him sternly shout, and several beams of light burst out from the big formation.

Endless energy was gathered in the formation, and Ling Yidao's face was also filled with determination!

"Gathering spirits and cutting the sky, in the name of spirits, the ancestors return to their place!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Countless energies rushed into the big formation overwhelmingly, and were quickly decomposed into powerful energy. Later, in the big formation, the energy was like a sea of ​​liquid condensed. There was a low and loud noise like thunder.

"The ancestor returns!"

Ling Yidao's hands changed from one seal to another, with a ferocious expression on his face, he suddenly yelled.

(End of this chapter)