Chapter 71: Backhand

Origin world.
Xiao Fan and Huang Mo joined forces and soon killed twenty powerful ancestors of the Celestial Race.
Only the Tianhuang King is not dead.
Huang Mo's expression was a little numb, he had never dreamed that he would one day be able to kill twenty ancestral king realms.
Even now, he still feels a little unrealistic.
This is too shocking.
Needless to think about it, the Celestial Race has already become a mess.
"Only the Heavenly Desolate King is left." Huang Mo took a deep breath and looked at Xiao Fan like a monster.
He knew very well that if it weren't for Xiao Fan, wanting to kill so many powerful ancestors of the Celestial Race would be tantamount to a dream.
Even if he has a way to introduce the Heavenly Desolation King and others into the Origin World, he may not be able to do it.
At least, he couldn't be so relaxed.
These celestial ancestors may die, but they will not die in his hands, but will die under the rules of the original world.
"Don't worry, there should be a reaction from the Celestial Race." Xiao Fan grinned.
"There are so many Ancestral Kingdom deaths, the Celestial Race will definitely not give up. It is estimated that many Ancestral Kingdoms have already rushed to the Primordial God Realm." Huang Mo took a deep breath, not as optimistic as Xiao Fan.
Perhaps the scene of his escape with Xiao Fan that day will continue to be staged.
"Are you nervous?" Xiao Fan joked as he looked at Huang Mo with a smile.
Huang Mo was speechless for a while.
Damn you, can you not be nervous?
You think the Celestials are vegetarian.
After so many ancestral kingdoms have died, there will surely be more ancestral kings. When that happens, how can the two of them stand it?
"Next time, we may face more ancestral kings, but it will definitely not be now." Xiao Fan grinned.
"Do you have a way to stop the Celestial Race?" Huang Mo looked at Xiao Fan in surprise.
"The time is almost up, leave it to me to chase and kill the Heavenly Desolate King. Now I need you to do something." Xiao Fan looked into the distance with his eyes.
"What's the matter?" Huang Mo said without thinking.
"To surrender the two demon ancestors, their power of immortality has almost been consumed. If you don't want to die, you should not refuse." Xiao Fan smiled.
"That's it?" Huang Mo looked at Xiao Fan with wide eyes.
He did not expect that Xiao Fan actually wanted him to subdue the two powerful demon ancestor kings.
When is this?
Shouldn't you be thinking about how to stop the Celestial Clan reinforcements?
"What do you think?" Xiao Fan looked at Huang Mo in puzzlement.
The wild demon was speechless, and took a deep breath: "You don't want to prevent other ancestral kingdoms of the Celestial Race from descending into the Primordial God Realm? They have died so many ancestral kingdoms, and if they are angry, they will slaughter the endless gods. ..."
Huang Mo did not continue to say, he believed Xiao Fan could understand.
"You said this." Xiao Fan shook his head indifferently, "Don't worry, they won't be able to come for the time being."
"Well, the two demon ancestor kings are handed over to you. If they are stubborn, then they will be fulfilled."
Without waiting for Huang Mo to speak, Xiao Fan patted Huang Mo on the shoulder, leaving a word and disappeared in place.
Huang Mo took a deep breath, and finally gritted his teeth and chased in the direction where the two demon ancestor kings were.
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Primordial God Realm!
The top of the endless sacred mountain, an extremely secret forbidden place.
There are countless formations arranged here, even the Ancestral King Realm cannot easily enter.
At this time, outside the forbidden area, a figure in white appeared.
"The last teleportation formation is here." The white-clothed man said, looking at the countless arrays of brilliance, his face was full of disdain, "Two guards against the sky? The Celestial Clan is too small to look down on the world."
When the voice fell, the white-clothed man flashed away and disappeared in place, completely ignoring the existence of countless formations and directly entered it.
From beginning to end, the two Celestial Race monks who guarded the formation had never discovered its existence.
After a breathing time, the white-clothed man emerged from the formation again, looking at the teleportation altar not far away, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, he spread out his palm, and a divine sword appeared in the palm of his hand.
Raising his hand with a wave, the sword aura shot, directly tore the void into pieces, and slashed towards the teleportation altar.
"Who?"
The two celestial races guarding the formation against the sky realized afterwards, appeared out of thin air in the formation, and the tyrannical aura burst out.
They just uttered a word, but their pupils shrank.
Before he could see the white-clothed man's face clearly, he was instantly torn to pieces by the sky full of sword aura, and his soul was destroyed.
Almost at the same time, the teleportation altar also exploded in an instant, and was twisted into powder by the sword energy.
"A good person will do it to the end and send the Buddha to the west. The teleportation formation has been destroyed. Let's send you back to the heaven for free." The white-clothed man whispered and disappeared into the formation.
Immediately afterwards, on the endless sacred mountain, the sky filled the sky with sword energy, and a series of screams sounded.
The countless celestial races guarding the endless sacred mountain were all beheaded by sword qi, and almost none were left.
After doing all this, the man in white appeared again outside a mysterious cave.
He raised his hand to make a decisive battle, and the empty cave in front of him was overflowing with light, and a series of array light curtains emerged.
However, as he played a series of runes, the formation light curtain all dissipated on its own.
Before the formation was completely broken, the man in white disappeared in place.
Shao Qing, the formation light curtain completely disappeared, and a tyrannical aura swept out of thin air.
Immediately afterwards, a group of figures walked out, and everyone looked around blankly.
"How did the formation break open? What about the youngest?" It was Nangong Xiaoxiao who spoke first.
Others were also surprised.
You should know that Xiao Fan personally arranged this formation, except for Xiao Fan, no one else can crack it from the outside world.
But now, Xiao Fan has not appeared, and the formation has disappeared, how can they not be surprised?
"The husband has something to say, break the formation and immediately solve the Celestial Race." Ye Shiyu's beautiful eyes flashed, and his tone was cold. "Everyone listens to the order, immediately expel the Celestial Race, and kill without mercy."
Following her order, everyone flew out of the cave, summoned their subordinates from the world in the body, and began to clean up the endless divine palace and human race.
However, after a while, they discovered that all the Celestial Races had disappeared somehow.
...
Celestial race.
King Tianwu gathered thirty ancestor king realms, and was about to go to the Primordial God Realm through the teleportation array to carry out the killing.
But who knows, they just stepped into the teleportation formation, suddenly the space channel began to tremble violently, and then broke apart, everyone fell out of the space channel and appeared in the endless starry sky.
"What's going on?" There is a heavenly human race ancestor king puzzled.
"The teleportation channel disappeared. Someone must have destroyed the teleportation array. There must be something wrong with the Primordial God Realm." Another ancestor king of the Celestial Race said with an ugly face.
After that, everyone looked at King Tianwu, and saw King Tianwu dripping with a gloomy face.
They left the transmission channel midway, and their current position was too awkward.
Whether it is going to the Primordial God Realm or returning to the Heaven Realm, it takes a certain amount of time.
When they rush to the Primordial God Realm, it is estimated that the daylily will be cold. "What a human race, if you don't kill you, this king swears not to be a human." For a long time, King Tianwu suffocated a word, and his murderous aura surged.