Chapter 4840: Taichi

The audience was silent, and everyone's eyes were concentrated on the wasteland and burial.
No one thought that the battle between the two would be such an outcome.
The cultivators of the human race and the monster race were extremely excited, and their hopes were great when the burial was over.
With a burial, it will be much more difficult for the demons to invade the sky.
Of course, with Tianhuang's strength, it is extremely vague to want to kill Rutaiyi Holy Realm.
"Haha, too Huang, you are defeated!" Funeral looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care, and some were just excited.
After being useless for hundreds of thousands of years, staying in this place where the birds do not shit, he originally thought he had no hope of revenge, and only wanted to make the last contribution to the human race and the monster race.
But I didn't expect that I could go further.
He knew that all of this was given by Xiao Fan.
Had it not been for Xiao Fan, he would have disappeared now.
"You won, but the Primordial God Realm will still be destroyed." Too ridiculously crazy, hideous.
Isn't he forbearing in the Taiyi Holy Realm, even if he breaks through the realm against the sky, he pretends to be weak and plays slowly with the nine kings.
If it is not for fear of the ancestors of all demons, why should he be so low-key?
Now he showed all his cards, only thinking of entering the magic eye of the ancestors of the demon.
But the result was completely beyond his expectation. The first time he played, he failed.
He knew very well that his status had been greatly compromised in the eyes of the old immortals of the Demon Ancestor Land.
If you don't win a game, you will most likely be discarded as a pawn.
"Does it depend on you?" Funeral sneered and walked towards Taihuang with a sharp gun.
puff!
Suddenly, the void cracked a hole, and a sharp black light came out, and it instantly fell on the chest of Funeral. There was no time to react, and blood splashed.
In a rush, he held a gun to resist, but was still shocked by a single blow, his body fell apart in the process of retreating, and Shura sword turned into a stream of light and flew away.
This scene happened so fast that everyone present did not react.
The heart of the monk Tianhuang instantly sank to the bottom of the valley, and his souls were all gone.
How powerful is the burial?
How terrifying is the opponent's strength even if it was torn apart by a single blow?
I saw a blood-black figure appearing, without the intention of letting go of the burial, the blood-black mist surged and the void continued to crumble.
At this moment, the burial figure appeared again.
Although the opponent is strong, after all, he cannot easily kill a top-notch ancestor.
However, the state of the funeral at the moment was not very good, and the breath of the other party made him a little unbearable.
"Taiyi!" The Famine yelled, urging the original power of the whole body, all the power was gathered on the fist, and it exploded fiercely.
boom!
Wasteland's arms exploded, and the opponent's overbearing power completely suppressed him, and the sharp claws grabbed towards the wasteland's chest again.
Huh!
A burst of sharp light blooms at an extremely fast speed. At the moment of the moment, it slashed towards the sharp claw that was about to hit the chest of the waste.
Sharp claws hurriedly retracted.
Otherwise, it is unknown whether he can kill Funeral, but this hand will definitely be cut off.
The blood-black figure retreated thousands of miles, coldly looking at the burial waste.
"Master!" Fang Huang clutched his shattered right hand, looking at the figure suddenly appearing in front of him with lingering fear.
Apart from Xiao Fan's rescue, who else can?
The only person who can save him at a critical time is Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan held the sword and stood with one hand. The Shura sword that had been shaken off had appeared in his hand for some time, staring coldly at the blood-black figure on the opposite side.
The crowd focused their eyes on the blood-black figure, who was a tall and powerful demon.
He is a burly figure, with two black and gold long horns on the top of his head, shining with gloomy light, revealing a peerless sharpness.
The blood-black long hair is like steel, with a strange luster.
Just standing there gives people a great sense of oppression.
"One Holy Lord!"
"It's the old emperor!"
Demon monks, some people recognized the identity of the blood-black figure, and they all exclaimed, ecstatic.
Taiyi, the supreme powerhouse of Taiyi holy realm, once severely damaged the existence of burial.
He has been stunned for an era, with endless glory, and was respected by the demons as the supreme holy lord, dominating the Taiyi holy realm with hundreds of millions of demons, no one can rival!
However, such a terrible person suddenly retired to his son, too wasteful. Since then, he has disappeared for hundreds of thousands of years.
Many powerhouses in the Holy Realm of Taiyi have long forgotten the existence of Taiyi.
Only a few of the older generation of powerful demons still remember the existence of such a peerless elegance.
Now that Tai Yi reappears, how can they not be excited?
"Master, be careful, Taiyi's cultivation of the origin of poison and the origin of corrosion is very weird." Burial Huang secretly reminded Xiao Fan.
"Taiyi?" Xiao Fan squinted his eyes, his expression condensed slightly.
He didn't pay much attention to the strength of Taihuang, even if it broke through to the realm of heaven.
But Taiyi in front of him brought him a great pressure.
This shocking fluctuation is no less than Xuanhuang.
It's just that the Tai one in front of him is the same person as the "one" he has seen in the ancient times?
Not to mention the breath, even the appearance is somewhat different.
However, the strength of the other party is beyond doubt.
"The posterity is terrible." Tai Yi spoke lightly, ignoring the burial, his eyes fell on Xiao Fan.
A defeated man, he will naturally not mind.
It was Xiao Fan who aroused some interest in him.
"Tianhuang, you can't keep it, the old man will give you a chance to join the Taiyi Holy Realm, and you can promise you a throne." Taiyi stared at Xiao Fan and said lightly.
Xiao Fan didn't get angry and laughed: "I am not interested in the position of the king. If you give me the position of the king, you can consider it."
"It's not impossible." Too Yi's tone was flat, as if talking to an old friend.
When the Tianhuang monk heard this, he was panicked.
Xiao Fan was able to rescue the burial famine from Taiyi's hand, and his strength was imaginable.
If he joins the Taiyi Holy Realm, the sky will be destroyed.
Xiao Fan was also a little surprised, and couldn't help but look at it too high.
It could be seen from the other party's tone that he didn't care much about the One Sage Realm, and his spirit was not so big.
"I was a little moved by what I said, it's a pity." Xiao Fan smiled and shook his head, "All Demon Ancestors are not allowed."
Taiyi was silent.
The Demon Ancestor Land was like a big rock, pressing on the powerhouses of the nineteenth realms of the Demon Race, making them breathless.
Even if he wanted to surrender Xiao Fan, the Demon Ancestor Di would not agree.
"It's a pity that such a good seedling shouldn't fall easily and become too old to bear." After a long time, Tai Yi sighed and walked towards Xiao Fan step by step.
Xiao Fan was fearless, and smiled indifferently.
This battle is obviously inevitable.
The human race, the monster race and the demon race must be separated. "War!" Xiao Fan yelled softly and raised his sword forward.