Projection of heavens

The sword light was faint and not stained with a trace of blood, and the body of Ancestor Xiaomang was still shaking in it.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Fu Shang! Fu Shang!!"

"What kind of sword is this? What kind of sword is this!!"

In the sword light, the three Yuan Dan in the huge Panmastiff body kept beating, and screams of pain and shock continued.

His heart was filled with despair and disbelief.

The Innate Taiyin Sword was something he had been refining for tens of thousands of years, and it was kept at the bottom of the box. Even the God-Emperor level soul soldiers could not break it so easily.

However, against three enemies, they were all destroyed with one sword!

He couldn't believe it!

Ancestor Xiaomang was in agony.

He is not dead yet, at least his Pure Yang Soul is not dead yet.

But he wished he could die right now!

Because, his Pure Yang Soul was cut into three parts and sealed in Yuan Dan.

The sword energy was too strong, and his soul was undergoing torture that was a hundred times more painful than Ling Chi's all the time!

"Ancestor Xiaomang can't even take a sword!"

The expressions of all the old gods of the various protoss clans in the Western Wilderness changed drastically.

Even the old gods who had seen the power of Fu Shang's sword were a little unbelievable.

Even though Patriarch Xiaomang has grown old, he is still a divine prince!

The body was beheaded so easily and hung high in the sky.

This made all the gods and all the old gods moved.

Invincible!

Killing Ancestor Xiaomang with one sword, no one on this ancestral star can be his opponent!

Looking at that sword light, the hearts of many old gods suddenly sank.

"Ahhh! Kill me!!"

In the sword light, the three Yuan Dan kept struggling and beating, and Ancestor Xiaomang's Yuan Shen made a sound of pain.

He was so cruel that even if his descendant died in front of his eyes, he could pretend he didn't see it.

He is so vicious that he dares to suppress, ban and replace the innate god Moon God who was born on the moon!

He is insidious, cruel and has a rebellious mind, and dares to turn against his master, the Evil God Emperor.

But at this moment, he had thoughts of imminent death in his mind.

It hurts so much!

It hurts so much!

On Jianmen Mountain, on the Jade Sword Cliff, Fu Shang's eyes slowly lowered.

Although the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass is just his spirit, its body is an existence of the Immortal King level!

Patriarch Xiaomang dared to attack with his sword, which can be said to be the fearlessness of an ignorant man.

At this time, the endless air flow forced out by the sword light rolled back and turned into a hurricane.

There seemed to be a breeze blowing from Jianmen Mountain, lifting the long hair that hurt the temples.

Ding~~~

Fu Shang flicked the divine sword in his palm, smiled slightly, and said:

"Ancestor Xiaomang dares to attack our human race and should be punished!"

"From now on..."

"The Xiaomang Divine Clan on this star will no longer have divine blood, no supernatural powers, no more spiritual wisdom, and will be reduced to mortals!!"

Fu Shang's voice was calm with a hint of irresistibility, and turned into a rumbling sound, starting from the sword gate, resounding throughout the entire wilderness, and instantly spreading to the entire ancestral star at an unimaginable speed.

It's like the sound of heaven, like the wings hanging from the sky, reaching far and wide!

The Great Wilderness, the Western Wilderness, the Southern Wilderness, the Northern Wilderness, and the Sea Territory... there are the old gods, the spiritual giants, the Qi practitioners, and even countless mortals with different practices.

All looked up.

The mortals looked confused and didn't know what was happening, the Qi practitioners looked horrified, the giants were in disbelief, and an old god looked solemn, with a hint of fear in his ugly face.

Naturally, there were also a few tyrannical demon gods who sneered suddenly, but also with a hint of deep fear.

Boom! !

As Fu Shang's words echoed in the sky, the faint sword light trembled and pierced through the air, and the air flow erupted into a thunderous roar.

The sword light moved quickly, wandering over the major temples in the Western Wilderness and the retreat place of the Demon God in the Eastern Wilderness.

Above the forbidden land of the Protoss and Demon Clan in the Southern Wilderness, and above the Dragon Clan’s territory in the sea.

An old god's face was livid, his heart was filled with rage, and the devil's murderous intent was rising. The sea was rolling, and a huge dragon head poked out, with long tentacles hanging down from the sky.

However, the sword light passed by, and there was silence wherever it passed.

There is no sound.

"Who objects?"

The mighty voice like the sound of heaven sounded again, echoing in the ears of many giants from the gods, demons, and even the monsters and dragons.

silence!

There was a long silence.

Even as arrogant as the ancestral spirit of the dragon clan in the sea and the spirit of the demon lord in the demon continent, they fell into silence after struggling slightly.

Phew~~~

The dim sword light flew back to the Western Wasteland.

In the faint sword light, Ancestor Xiaomang's spirit kept trembling, and he was in so much pain that he could no longer make any sound.

Buzz buzz~~~

The sword light suddenly shook, and the heads of the three panmastiffs owned by ancestor Xiaomang suddenly fell from the sword light.

"cut!"

In the sword gate, Fu Shang scolded lightly, and the sword light instantly chopped the three heads into pieces!

And in a place where no one could see, a sword light split into tens of millions, and disappeared into the darkness instantly, guided by the blood of Ancestor Xiaomang.

Following an unpredictable trajectory, he was instantly transported to various places in the Western Wilderness.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Loud noises echoed across the Western Wasteland, like thunder and the wrath of the sky!

"Ah! My blood! My divine blood!"

"No! Don't! I don't have any murderers, I don't!"

"I curse you! I curse you!!"

In an instant, the entire Western Wasteland was filled with screams.

Countless Xiaomang divine clansmen all wailed, feeling extremely desperate that the divine blood in their bodies was disappearing.

They are all descendants of ancestor Xiaomang!

"No!!"

In the new temple of Xiaomang, the Qi practitioners of the Xiaomang Divine Clan in the True Spirit Realm screamed in pain and appeared as prototypes of Panmastiffs.

And as the sword light cut away the divine blood, their figures continued to shrink, and the three Panmastiff heads also slowly retracted.

In the end, the two heads disappeared, leaving only the middle one, which roared unwillingly:

"Woof woof woof!!!"

And this is just the beginning.

The divine blood brings unparalleled advantages, but the disappearance of the divine blood brings unimaginable consequences!

The entire Xiaomang Divine Clan, with millions and tens of millions of people, all have degraded bloodlines.

The three-headed mastiff degenerated into a single mastiff.

Even the spiritual intelligence began to disappear.

All the old gods who sensed this scene looked horrified.

Fu Shang's sword actually completely wiped out the whole lineage of Xiaomang Divine Clan passed down by ancestor Xiaomang!

Without the divine blood, the Xiaomang Clan is just a dog!

Boom!

In the sky above Jianmen Mountain, there seemed to be the sound of thunder, and faintly, a pale, flat face with no facial features flashed past.

On the Jade Sword Cliff, Fu Shang seemed to be aware of something. He raised his head, but the sky above had returned to calm.

Phew~~~

The air flow vibrated slightly, and the sword light slowly fell, revealing a headless dog corpse that had been squeezed into a size of about ten feet.

Ancestor Xiaomang's soul was shaken, and he endured the unbearable pain, so he took three Yuan Dan and tried to escape.

"Tengu, tengu, is also a dog."

Fu Shang flipped his palm, put away the divine sword, and slowly raised his hand, feeling a little empty.

boom! boom! boom!

Accompanied by the screams of Ancestor Xiaomang, the three Yuan Dan suddenly exploded into powder, and together with the Yuan Shen, were submerged into the headless dog corpse.

No more, no less, just dispersed in every inch of flesh and blood.

Immediately, he had some time to calm down and said to Jiang Feng who had just climbed onto the Jade Sword Cliff:

"Go and wash it, stew it and feed it to the tribes that were previously used as slaves."

The Xiaomang God Clan has eaten countless millions of human beings for countless years. Some people have even been used by the Xiaomang God Clan as rations for generations. As the chief culprit, Fu Shang asked him to try what it felt like to be eaten by others. .

It's a pity that most no one is interested in an old dog, otherwise...

"Yes, Master!"

Jiang Feng's body, which was more than a foot tall, was bent lower than Fu Shang who was sitting cross-legged. His expression was extremely respectful: "Do you want to eat it?"

His body is very burly, but this action comes naturally.

"No need."

Fu Shang shook his head slightly and waved his hand to tell Jiang Feng to retreat.

If he was as fat as the Black Emperor, he wouldn't mind tasting it.

But Ancestor Xiaomang had lived for too long, and his body was extremely shriveled up. Even if he was a divine lord, his meat was not very tasty.

Jiang Feng bowed and walked backwards. He picked up the squirming dog corpse and got off the Jade Sword Cliff.

"Humans...Humans...Animals...Animals...No!"

Among the dog corpses, Xiaomang Ancestor Yuanshen, who had been scattered throughout every inch of flesh and blood, let out a last spiteful groan.

Jiang Feng carried him to the backyard behind the kitchen.

Ancestor Xiaomang's physical body is tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of feet tall. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Even if it is compressed by the sword energy, ordinary people do not have the ability to disembowel it.

Jiang Feng could only do so reluctantly.

I don't know how long it took before Zhong Yue returned to Jianmen Mountain.

"Eh? It smells so good. What kind of meat is this?"

Before he stepped into Jianmen Mountain, Zhong Yue smelled a strange fragrance.

It seemed to be meat, but the aroma was much stronger than any meat he had ever eaten.

"Dog meat?"

Xinhuo poked his head out to take a look, and sighed: "It's too cruel. A noble god, the Xiaomang Tengu, was actually made into a dog meat feast..."

"Dog meat feast?"

Zhong Yue suddenly realized: "Senior Brother Fu Shang is really..."

However, he naturally had no sympathy for an old dog like Ancestor Xiaomang who could eat countless people.

After taking a look at Shi Buyi, who was lying lazily outside the mountain gate, chewing on bones as big as the door panel, he walked into the sword gate.

............

The God of the Human Race was wounded, and killed the ancestor Xiaomang with a sword from a distance, and the entire Xiaomang Divine Race was deprived of their divine blood!

This shocked the entire world, and even made countless people of the gods feel in danger.

Ancestor Xiaomang has not been born for a long time, and ordinary people have no idea what kind of cultivation he is. The shock caused by him is far less shocking than the fact that all the Xiaomang Clan were beaten into dogs!

You know, the Xiaomang God Clan is not weak among many God Clan!

For a time, many gods could no longer hold back.

I don't know how many protoss are on high alert, and many protoss giants are moving around each other.

And under the repeated movements of a mysterious man, an old god who had not left their respective temples for a long time also gathered together secretly.

This conference was called the "Slaughter Conference"!

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