Chapter 19 Descendants of God
One breath, two breaths, three breaths passed, and the world began to have sounds again.

"bump"

A deafening roar was heard, and all the buildings within a radius of dozens of miles were shattered into dust by the sound waves.

It was like a celestial emperor forging iron. The terrifying sound waves reached far and wide, destroying everything.

Many young monks with insufficient cultivation had blood in their eyes. The divine light was too bright and it hurt them even at a long distance, causing them to explode and die.

Some masters of the older generation stepped in to smooth out the aftermath and limit its spread.

Otherwise, this city might not have a single living being able to survive, and all would decay and wither. This would be a catastrophic disaster.

"The body can shake heavy weapons without being blown up"

Prince Xia Yiming of Daxia was greatly shocked.

The child, who was only 7 or 8 years old, was sacred and elegant, yet terribly domineering.

The evolved invincible fist seal was able to actually withstand the heavy weapons of the Saint Lord level.

The golden bell is so powerful that it can easily sink an ancient city.

But the young child showed no sign of weakness and directly fought back, evolving a small illusory world that could suppress and kill a generation of geniuses.

The two are at loggerheads!

"Touch! Touch! Touch!"

After several consecutive blows, the young monster was beaten back again and again. Every step he took left deep cracks on the ground, but his aura was still orderly and the small world of his evolution was never breached.

Even his body was flawless, he had never been actually bleeding or injured, he was very calm, and the so-called retreat was just to take advantage of the momentum to dissipate some of the impact.

After all, that golden bell is as heavy as a sacred mountain and can shock the strong men of the older generation to death. Even if it is taken by the Emperor Immortal, it is not easy and requires all his strength.

"It's a stalemate. It depends on who has more energy and more magical power!"

The Saint Maiden of Yao Chi commented that she was excessively beautiful. Although she was shrouded in a layer of mist, she gave people the feeling of being an unrivaled beauty, so stunningly beautiful that she could overwhelm a country.

Ye Hei, who was hiding in the crowd, also took it very seriously. This was the second time he had seen a battle between the peerless kings of the younger generation. These two people were very scary.

According to his own perception, it is much more powerful than the battle between the Donghuang Divine Body and Yan Ruyu in the past.

"These are two future great enemies!" Ye Fan whispered in his heart, watching their methods carefully.

"Forced me to this point!"

The Holy Son Yaoguang roared, his black hair flying, like a god or a devil.

He was solemn and made a small cut on his jade-white chest, reciting mysterious scriptures.

One mysterious rune after another, combined with the flying blood essence from his chest, was filled with a strange aura.

Some of the living beings that had just been affected by the aftermath, whose energy and blood had not yet completely dissipated, were also lured here.

"Life blood sacrifice!"

Yao Xi exclaimed, horrified, is it worth it?
The so-called lifeblood sacrifice is a method of using one's own lifeblood as a guide to mobilize the essence of all directions, sacrifice the soldier soul, stimulate the instinct of the treasure, and display the strongest power.

It can stimulate people to the maximum extent and exert the power of magic weapons, but the price is also very heavy. It can easily hurt people's essence and affect the talents of the cultivators.

A strong origin is the foundation of a genius and is much more important than external things.

Holy Son Yaoguang, is it worth it to risk your life like this and sacrifice your own true blood?
Yao Xi didn't believe it. He didn't have any other way to save his life, so why would he do this?

One after another, blood-colored runes merged into the golden bell and were sacrificed to this device. The various Taoist patterns and rules of this holy lord-level magical device were revived, and its aura suddenly became several times stronger.

The bell waves splashed in all directions, and each wave killed many shadows of gods and demons, captivating people's hearts.

And the big bell hit again, freezing this space, and wanted to smash Emperor Xian into ashes. At this time, only Emperor Xian noticed that the Holy Son of Yaoguang opened the Super Xuanyu Platform, and he wanted to run!
"He's a very interesting person. We can't keep him this time."

Emperor Xian thought to himself that this man was too decisive. He paid a certain price and ran away decisively.

The next time we meet, he will definitely be practicing magic, and the demon fetuses at Taixuan Peak will probably be harvested early. I've put too much pressure on him.

The Emperor's heart was in turmoil, but his movements were not slow.

He destroyed that small world by himself, evolved the power of world destruction, and combined with a wisp of chaotic energy that came from the disordered yin and yang, he launched a fist print with endless destructive divine energy.

This time he did not attack directly, but first used some magic to weaken the power of the activated rules of the Taoist bell.

A small illusory world was destroyed, slightly hindering the momentum of the golden Taoist bell and causing its speed to gradually slow down.

A wisp of chaotic energy, which can melt everything and invade everything, entangles itself around the golden sun, constantly eroding the laws of the clock and corrupting its rules.

Finally, a mysterious five-colored fairy phoenix soared into the sky, invincible and brave, able to overthrow anything. It knocked down a golden sun and trampled it under its feet!
People could clearly see that the Saint Lord-level Dao patterns on the golden bell had dimmed a little.

"Oh my god, some of the Saint Lord-level Dao principles were damaged. How powerful must this be!"

"The Holy Son of Yaoguang... seems to have escaped!"

"He's so evil, I would believe him even if you say he's the number one genius in the Eastern Wasteland."

This place caused a great commotion; heroes from all directions were shocked, and famous people and geniuses from all quarters rushed to the scene upon hearing the news.

"May I ask which tribe you are from, and whether you have any Taoist tradition?"

A white-haired old man appeared out of nowhere and stood in the void. His voice was very calm, which made people feel close to him involuntarily.

People knew that the real big shots had begun to enter the scene. This person was most likely a supreme elder of the holy land (immortal level), or even a living fossil, no weaker than the saints.

The Immortal Emperor stepped on the Taoist bell, looking as majestic as a god. He silently put away the bell and responded casually.

"Millions of years ago, in the ancient times, my father was enshrined in the oldest temple and was worshipped and sacrificed for endless years!"

"In a sense, you can also say that I am a descendant of God!"

The words were very plain, but full of arrogance and earth-shattering truth. He believed that he was the descendant of gods and was above this mundane world.

The old man was shocked, "Descendants of God!"

He actually dares to talk to himself like this, which shows that his talent is really not false.

And when it comes to the ancient times, what kind of era was that? Anyone who knows about it will be terrified.

In this world, the powerful are respected, the way to kill is hard to find, a king suppresses the clan's destiny, and can make the clan prosper for thousands of years.

But according to the understanding of various holy places, in the ancient times, spiritual practice was prosperous, and it was probably an era when beheading was worse than a dog and saints were everywhere.

Especially the ancient kings. Some holy places believe that they can be compared with the ancient emperors and can pick stars with their hands. It is unimaginable.

There are also saints who believe that only a very small number of peerless creatures among the ancient creatures can be compared with the Great Emperor.

No matter how you look at it, they are extremely terrifying, and it is difficult to offend them before you know the extent of their power.

The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi was of unrivaled grace and gracefulness. She came closer with light lotus steps. The Emperor sniffed and smelled a whiff of fragrant air.

"Fellow Daoist, you are a potential god. If you have free time in the future, you can come to Yaochi as a guest."

She danced gracefully and extended the invitation.

"Speaking of which, Yao Chi and I also have a good relationship. If there is any flaw in the future, I will go and lie down."

Emperor Xian responded that he had inherited the legacy of the Western Emperor and gained a lot, so naturally he would not have any ill will towards Yao Chi.

(End of this chapter)