Invincible Bloodline

The worries of the three old ancestors of Holy Ji Sect that had just been relieved by the return of the Sky Peng Flying Boat were lifted once again. Something was not right. Something was not right. In the past, Hundred Sect Heaven's Pride Battle had suffered some injuries and injuries. However, out of the three hundred geniuses, only a few dozen were lost. There were only a few who had lost more than fifty people, but this time. . . Out of the three hundred and fifty people, less than a hundred returned. Yue Tianpeng and the people who had accompanied him did not suffer any injuries or injuries, but the three hundred geniuses who had participated in the competition. . . What?    

This was a huge loss. Those who could participate in Hundred Sect Heaven's Pride Battle's battle were the young generation of Holy Ji Sect. The top geniuses of the monster, the best of the true disciples. Each of them would at least be a supreme Emperor in the future. The top ten true disciples had at least six levels. He might even be able to step into the Top-Level Emperor and become the pillar of the Holy Ji Sect.    

Normally, losing one of them was enough to make their heart ache. However, at this moment, a total of two hundred and fifty-seven of them had fallen. Even eight out of the ten true disciples had fallen, leaving only Zhuo Blue Lotus and Qin Hongyue. This loss was enough to shake the foundation of Holy Ji Sect.    

Fortunately, the Holy Ji Sect truly hoped that nothing bad would happen to Yang Fann. Otherwise, the three of them would have completely collapsed.    

Right at this moment. . .    

Yue Tianpeng and his group slowly walked down from the Sky Peng Flying Boat. However, what made the three old ancestors suspicious was that everyone was surrounding Yang Fann like a moon surrounded by stars. Even Yue Tianpeng, the sect master, seemed to be leading Yang Fann. There were even traces of respect and worship in his eyes when he looked at Yang Fann.    

What. . . What was going on?    

He couldn't figure it out. He really couldn't figure it out. Yue Tianpeng was the Supreme Sect Head of Holy Ji Sect, the true ruler of Holy Ji Sect. In terms of status, even the three of them were slightly inferior to him. Although Yang Fann was the number one monster in the history of Holy Ji Sect, his talent was so high that even the Founding Ancestor of Holy Ji Sect couldn't compare with him.    

However, potential was still potential. Before it could be converted into strength, everything was useless.    

Yue Tianpeng's actions were obviously a little too much.    

What puzzled them even more was that Yue Tianpeng and the others were all beaming with joy, with smiles on their faces. There was not a trace of sadness in them at all. This was completely illogical. Among the fallen true disciples, many of them were the direct disciples of these elders.    

. . .    

One breath later.    

Yang Fann and the others entered the Supreme Temple. Under the lead of the Sect Master, Yue Tianpeng, everyone hurriedly bowed to the three old ancestors. "Tianpeng greets Master, Martial Uncle Red Brow, Martial Uncle Jinghai (Disciple greets the Old Ancestor). "    

"There's no need for formalities. " The white-clothed middle-aged man, who was also Yue Tianpeng's Master, the previous Sect Master of Holy Ji Sect, Shen Baiyi, forcefully suppressed the doubt in his heart and waved his hand.    

However, Huo Chihuo, who was on the left, didn't have such a good patience. Just like his name, he had a fiery personality. He hurriedly asked, "Nephew Tianpeng, what is going on? Why did so many of our sect's true disciples die, and why are all of you. . . "    

"Uncle-master Chi Mei, don't be anxious. Please listen to Tianpeng slowly come with you. . . " Yue Tianpeng gently smiled and told them everything that happened after he arrived in Tenglong City, bit by bit.    

"Good! You have killed him well. How dare a mere Dragon King Sect bully a disciple of my sect? He deserves to be punished. . . Hiss, what a good Son Of Monarch Shang Tianxun. What a cruel competition in a million years. Compared to the other Sect, For our sect to have so many people back, it's already considered not bad. . . What? Yang Fann actually obtained the first position of Hundred Sect Heaven's Pride Battle. How is this possible?"    

Shen Baiyi and the other two felt that all the shock they had encountered in the past hundreds of thousands of years had been added together. It wasn't as much as what they had experienced today, especially when they knew that Yang Fann had killed the four major powers. They were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths. He was so scared that he almost fainted.    

It wasn't because the three of them were weak, but because the news was too horrifying.    

The Hundred Tribulations Saber Sect and Desolate God Sect were both senior Grade Nine Great Sects warriors. They were only slightly weaker than the Holy Ji Sect. The combined strength of two major sects was enough to fight the Holy Ji Sect. As for the Sword God Mountain Villa and Holy Land Of True Dragon, they were even more powerful. Even amongst the eight holy lands, they were the best of the best. Any one of them could easily destroy the Holy Ji Sect.    

In the end, they were killed by Yang Fann just like that. We, the Holy Ji Sect, have arrived! In the end. . . What kind of monster monster did it drop?!!    

. . .    

After a long while, Shen Baiyi and the other two finally reluctantly accepted this horrifying reality.    

The next moment. . .    

Shen Baiyi and the other two could no longer suppress the joy in their hearts and burst out laughing wildly.    

"Hahaha. . . Good! Good! Good! May our ancestors bless us! Hahaha. . . "    

"The fortune of the Sect, the fortune of the Sect! Hahaha. . . "    

. . .    

At this moment, the pain brought by the death of Zhao Zheng and the other two hundred and fifty-seven core disciples. . . They had long forgotten about it. As long as Yang Fann was here. . . Even if all the true disciples of this generation were dead, so what? Don't think that the three old men are heartless. As long as they sacrifice the true disciples of this generation. . . They would be able to obtain a monstrous monster like Yang Fann, the Sect of the various holy lands. They wouldn't mind sending them on their way with their own hands.    

No matter how many ants there were, they were far less important than a True Dragon.    

. . .    

After a long time, the three of them finally managed to suppress the joy in their hearts. When they thought about how they had laughed so loudly in front of so many disciples, their faces couldn't help but turn red.    

However, Shen Baiyi's expression quickly changed. A frightening Cold Shine flashed across his eyes, "It's time to settle some debts with some people. . . "    

. . .    

Xuan Province, one of the 81 provinces in Northern Bailiwick. It was adjacent to the Extreme Yang Province, one of the three provinces under Holy Ji Sect's jurisdiction. Xuan Province was once the territory of Holy Ji Sect. At that time, Xuan Province was not called this name, but rather Chengyang Province.    

The Holy Ji Sect at its peak was no less powerful than the Holy Land Of True Dragon. In fact, it was even more powerful than the Holy Land Of True Dragon. At that time, it was ranked third among the ten great Holy Land Of Martial Arts in the north. Only the Zhen Wu Holy Place could suppress it. Old Man Sheng Ji had already stepped into the realm of invincibility. He was the ultimate expert that was ranked in the top three of the Northern Bailiwick.    

At that time, the Holy Ji Sect didn't only have four provinces under their control, they also had nine provinces under their control. There were three provinces in the Zhongzhou alone, but later on. . . Old Man Sheng Ji had mysteriously disappeared, and there was no leader in the Holy Ji Sect. A few great Quasi-emperor Paragon had started a fight for the position of Sect Master. He had caused a large number of experts to be lost to meaningless fellow disciples, and in addition to the schemes of the other Sacred Areas. The Holy Ji Sect had completely declined, and in the end, in the land of the Nine States. . . The only remaining ones were the Holy Extreme Province of Ancestral Land, as well as the three poorest provinces, the Extreme Yang Province.    

The Qing Xuan Sect - a top Grade Nine Great Sects, had a Invincible Emperor and seven Top-Level Emperor. It was the unshakable number one overlord of the Xuan Province. However, many people didn't know that the Qing Xuan Sect was merely one of the major subordinate Sect of the Holy Ji Sect a million years ago. In the end, they took advantage of the decline of the Holy Ji Sect and turned against each other, taking over the Xuan Province and establishing their own sect.    

Azure Mysterious Mountain Range, where the Sect of the Qing Xuan Sect was located.    

This day passed by in the afternoon.    

"Rumble. . . "    

The space above the Azure Mysterious Peak was torn apart like a curtain as a large flying boat surrounded by flames appeared out of thin air.    

The next moment. . .    

A middle-aged man with a terrifying aura jumped out from the flying boat.    

This terrifying middle-aged man was wearing a flaming long robe. His hair was as red as fire, and even his eyebrows were fiery red. The flames in his eyes were burning, and the Rune was densely covering his eyes. That terrifying aura seemed to be able to flip the sky upside down.    

He stood in the air, motionless like a mountain. His entire body was surrounded by endless heavenly fire. He looked like the legendary Flame God. With just a slight movement of his body, he seemed to be able to move the ancient Fire World. Divine flames of annihilation descended from the sky, incinerating mountains and boiling seas, destroying everything.    

This man wasn't anyone else. He was Huo Chimei, one of the three great ancestors of the Holy Ji Sect, who was known as the Fire Emperor.    

In the time it takes to breathe.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A terrifying pressure crushed down on Qing Xuan Peak in an instant.    

"Roar! All the bastards of the Qing Xuan Sect, get the hell out here and face your death!!"    

"Rumble! "Rumble, rumble, rumble!" "Rumble rumble rumble!" . . .    

Huo Chihuo's voice sounded like Fire God was furious. Billions of volcanoes erupted, and along with the sound waves, endless fireballs fell towards Qing Xuan Mountain like a meteor shower.    

"Bang!" Bang!" Bang!" . . .    

With Azure Mysterious Peak as the center, The sound of explosions rose and fell. Large patches of mountains began to collapse and split apart. Countless trees, rocks, palaces, pavilions. . . . . . They were burnt to ashes by the terrifying divine flames. There were traces of destruction everywhere.    

Countless disciples of the Qing Xuan Sect were either killed by the terrifying sound waves or burned to ashes by the fireballs that fell from the sky.    

It was a complete mess.    

. . .