Finally, it’s time to come.

It is obvious that another powerful ancient king has arrived. Over the Yaochi, the Emperor's soldiers and the Western Emperor Tower, shining with nine-colored lights. The Supreme Elders who were manipulating it behind them even squeezed out sweat on their palms. A scent of a saint rushed into the Yaochi with surging surging, without any concealment.

Everyone casts a gaze gift.

So, I saw an ancient king with a dragon head and full of divine light, like a giant carrying the sky. Every step was a deep pit, the sky was shaking and the earth was moving, and he walked towards this side with big strides.

Wherever you pass.

All living beings were not under control and they couldn't help but bow down.

And this is also the pressure of the saints. Ordinary monks cannot bear it at all, and the saints are impatient.

Behind the Dragon Head Ancient King, there is a young man.

The face is like a jade crown.

Strong breath.

The divine court is full.

Bloodline is precious.

"careful."

"This is a saint from the Primitive Lake."

"The young man behind him is Yuangu, and he has only recently woken up from the divine source. He is the eighth grandson of the Yuan Emperor, the ancient royal family of Yuanhuang in Primitive Lake. Although he is not a prince, he is also equivalent to a prince."

The monkey is around to introduce.

Primitive Lake is one of the rare ancient royal families that have passed down through the world. When Emperor Yuan was alive, although he was not as good as the Immortal Emperor whose status was already mythical, the Immortal Emperor's era has been too long since now, and it has been a million years...

The prince disappeared.

He was unable to wake up from the source of God smoothly.

This lubricant is missing.

The forces left by the Immortal Emperor, the Eight Gods Generals, and the descendants of the Eight Gods Generals could no longer be condensed into a rope.

So much so that now, his status among the ancient tribe may even be worse than that of the original lake, which has returned to the scene.

Dada... Dada...

Here comes, here, the Dragon Head Ancient King finally walked into the Yao Pool.

Um.

First, he looked at Princess Divine Silkworm.

As for the ancient kings of the three ancient tribes of the eight gods kneeling on the ground, oh, I didn't see it and just skipped it.

Actually, I haven't seen it.

Just now, the crackling sounded and the void almost emerged, which was caused by the eyes that had just been seen.

The primitive Hu Ancient King obviously did not take advantage.

Nodded.

It seems that I am also saying, I will not interfere with you, and you should not interfere with me.

So he walked straight to the field step by step, transmitting the pressure to all the human races. As a result, he heard the sound of "pu" in front of him, and all of them were pressed down on the ground by his breath.

【"I'll go."】

【"Grass."】

【“Is it too much?”】Lan

The members of the main god group who witnessed all this were obviously unhappy, and they even wanted to take action personally and teach this extremely arrogant saint of the ancient clan.

But so what?

Who can't speak?

In the end, I still have to look at Pang Bo, oh, no, I look at [Ancient Demon King]. Pang Bo’s current real name has not been made public yet.

Pang Bo sneered: ["Hmph!"]

He could still continue to protect the Black Emperor, Duan De, Yao Xi, Phoenix Heavenly Girl, and the Saint of Yaochi behind him...

However, with his humming, the group became quiet again, and there was no one, and they continued to be in a state of inability to be angry. Anyway, it was impossible for them to really run in and fight with the other party, right?

"I heard that a saint has also appeared in the human race recently. It is really rare. It is a counterattack in the Dharma-Ending Age. So, come and see me and let me see if it deserves its name!"

The purpose of the Dragon-headed Ancient King is very clear!

Coming for the human race.

saint?

The saint of the human race?

Oh, it should be said that ten years ago, when the battle to guard the Holy City was shocked, the white-clothed god Jiang Taixu, who had already exposed the bottom.

However, the White-clothed God King had already gone into seclusion twelve years ago and needed to digest the gains of the five thousand years trapped underground in Zishan.

Some people even speculated that the white-clothed God King might have already been transformed.

A great show of power twelve years ago.

It's already a masterpiece.

So, will the White-clothed God King come to participate in this Eternal Conference?

No one knows.

Even the members of the Jiang family and the sacred leader of the Jiang family may not be able to know whether his ancestor, who had just recognized him for a long time, was following him in secret and escorting him.

"What should I do?"

The human forces were at a loss.

The saints of the ancient clan came in person and called on them to see the saints of their human clan, but where did they come from to let the other party see them?

"how?"

"Did no one dare to stand up?"

"Not...whether of your saints!?"

"Hehehehehehehehehehehe... Where, let him come to see me, may he have already escaped?"

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, hahaha...... You humans are still as cowardly as before." Lan

The dragon head ancient king stood proudly in the center of the scene.

Looking down at Yaochi.

Countless words of extreme humiliation kept spitting out of his mouth, and then they were unscrupulous, and their eyes looked despised and laughed wildly.

The oppressive aura makes the soul crack.

This laughter is very harsh, with an oppressive aura, which makes people's souls almost crack, and the faces of the human monks present also change color.

What a humiliation this is!

It was like slapping them all in the face.

Bear humiliation and bear heavy burdens.

Humiliation is just for survival.

But if you don’t want to think about the vast number of human compatriots outside the Yaochi, which are distributed throughout the continent, are like ants, and have no idea how many billions of people have survived and reproduced.

So some old human monks had their faces like pig liver and vomited blood because they couldn't bear the humiliation.

There are also some old monks of the human race who are strong and barely fight against the Holy Power, so they gritted their teeth and replied: "We human race are not without saints, but saints. He has left first if he has something to do, so you don't need to humiliate us human race like this."

The dragon-headed ancient king carried his hands on his back, and the ring behind his head became even more gorgeous.

"Is there something to leave?" Lan

"Haha, I think he has run away?"

"I actually guessed it, but as long as he dares to come back, I will kill him immediately."

"It's really a disappointment. The human race is still as unreliable as before. It never dares to face it. It can only become a vassal."

The dragon-headed saint smiled unscrupulously.

It's unscrupulous.

And his laughter was like a knife, stabbing hard at the heart of the human race present.

A look of contempt.

One person is alone against everyone.

At this time, no matter how stupid it is, no matter whether it is the human race, the demon race, or the ancient creatures who want peace, they basically have already figured out.

The ancient king came to make trouble.
To be continued...