Chapter 4184: Chapter 1968: Ancestral Annihilation
Presumptuous!
What kind of disdain and provocation is this?
The Cold Palace Cave Heaven has been in seclusion for decades, successfully sealing off the Cold Ancestor and wielding the Power of Divinity with the Extinguishing Dao Mystical Ruler in hand. Not claiming to be invincible under heaven, but at least those unworthy of the Ancestral God Realm should not boast so boldly in front of oneself.
The God of the three realms, so what?
A heavily ard Overlord, so what!
In an instant, he defeated three small ancient swordsn and one small Buddhist Sect Holy Emperor. Such achievents, I can replicate too.
Why is it like this? He dares to bark madly in front of , so arrogant to this extent, yet still says “one move,” “count to three”?
At this mont, the little bit of apprehension in the Cold Ancestor’s heart was completely swept away by anger, his Extinguishing Dao Mystical Ruler trembled lightly, laughing out loud:
“A frog at the bottom of the well, how can it recognize the vast sky and vast sea?!”
Ho.
The wind whispered softly.
The words had barely fallen, when not far away the God holding the Overlord unexpectedly said not a word, had already beco a lingering shadow, with the main body carrying the club over.
The Cold Ancestor’s spine tingled, sowhat difficult to adapt to such a battle rhythm.
He even reserved “counting” ti for the God within, ntally prepared to unleash spiritual techniques.
At least, you should have one or two more sentences, right?
Who would have thought that the big hulk, whose brain was filled only with muscles, even counted silently, too lazy to show off his pride and arrogance in front of everyone!
Not easy to deal with…
No, this brute is simply a mindless fool!
Boom!
The Overlord’s club smashed directly down, but only shattered the afterimage left by the Cold Ancestor Yuegong Qi.
Clearly, as an Ancestral God, Yuegong Qi’s battle consciousness is not weak, the reaction is even fast, the technique of relocating instantly is exquisitely perfected.
And just barely avoiding the God’s first strike, knowing that a brute is easier to deal with, already birthed ten odd wondrous battle strategies against this big bald man in his heart.
“Cold Breath Barrier, suppress!”
Pointing to a decision, just mobilizing the slowing power of the Cold Breath Barrier, lowering the God’s speed and reaction.
Yet the Power of Divinity within rushed into the Extinguishing Dao Mystical Ruler, not yet triggering the counterattack power, a blurry big bald head reappeared in his view.
So quick?!
The Cold Ancestor was greatly alard, if the God chose to steal behind him with this strike, afraid he would have to take a blow?
“Piercing Heaven’s Cold!”
The Extinguishing Dao Mystical Ruler swung in mid-air, the Cold Ancestor’s imnse energy reserve exploded.
In an instant, the sinister ice-blue crystal flowers blood in midair, plunging the air temperature to absolute zero.
Crack—
The void shook, even the space where the God was located, all Dao thods within the circumference of three hundred feet, were frozen into icicles.
The Cold Ancestor’s lips curled: “Fool…”
Boom!
The ice crystal shattered.
His mocking words had yet to spill out when the mighty Kui Bull-like figure had already broken through the freezing of the ancestral source, shattered the defenses, erged?
What?!
The Cold Ancestor was shocked.
This brute truly is not the Ancestral God?
Not the Ancestral God, yet superior to the Ancestral God!
At least this physique, without the ancestral source power piled on, it’s fundantally difficult to shake in the slightest!
“Locking Heavenly Azure Water!”
The Cold Ancestor hurriedly made a move, simultaneously retreating.
Suddenly, an ice-blue watery curtain surged before him, from the curtain shot out dozens of thick chains as heavy as pythons, imprisoning the God who flew toward him.
This technique accompanied by the Nine Heavens Mystic Heavy Water, plus the power of the Extinguishing Dao Mystical Ruler supporting it, those unworthy of the Ancestral God can at least be trapped for half an incense ti.
And if it’s the God…
“Clap!”
The watery curtain exploded, that bull dragged hundreds of binding chains behind itself, broke forth.
The Cold Ancestor’s pupils trembled, could no longer hold back, lost voice scream out:
“How is this possible?!”
Half an breath, couldn’t hold it?
The Kui Bull held the club, with unstoppable montum.
That fearless and unyielding crashing force, not to ntion the damage geotry, at least at this mont, it caused a fatal psychological impact—not curbing its edge, my life is forfeited!
“Heavy Barrier Door, go!”
The Cold Ancestor kept retreating, yet suddenly stood firm, with a wave of his sleeve, released six paths of black light.
The black light tore through the wind, abruptly transford into six heavy ancient doors towering a hundred feet high, ten feet thick, secured in front, as strong as a fortress.
The Heavy Barrier Door, is the Inscription Stele Divine Instrunt!
Its highest defense power, not to ntion the God of the three realms, even relying on oneself in the Holy Emperor period to stimulate it, might withstand the ordinary Ancestral God’s strike, let alone oneself is already an Ancestral God now…
“Boom boom boom boom boom boom!”
Instantaneous six breakthroughs, montum unstoppable.
Yuegong Qi’s mind hadn’t completed a turn, suddenly stared in astonishnt.
The bald head with nine point scars had not the slightest compassion that a Buddhist Practitioner should have.
Upon throwing out the six doors, had already broken through the six doors, dragging along the binding chains that hadn’t yet snapped but also hadn’t served any obstructive purpose, charged forward, and charged, and charged, charged until right in front!
Rushing face-forward, ferocious!
About to erupt forth, furious!
It’s as if not only the God is approaching face on, but also the intangible terrifying beast tide capable of breaking through the prehistoric land, alongside the sudden change of wind and clouds, a dragon blood phoenix soaring from the split sea surface…force breaking eight desolations, strength perating ten thousand ages!
“Ah Dead Saint Technique!!!”
The Cold Ancestor changed color in horror, almost shouted the wrong technique.
His scalp was about to be torn by the blazing pride emanating from that Kui Bull’s body, hurriedly spitting a mouthful of blood essence, from his chest erged an illusory Hand of Holy Ancestor, shooting an extinguishing beam, piercing the God’s chest.
Pierced…?
Yes, indeed pierced…
But why is it useless, why is it of no effect!
“Sizzle!”
A soft sound, blood splattered in mid-air.
The God’s montum remained unimpeded.
The technique that should have been deford due to pain, did not make the slightest error.
On the contrary, still raising the Overlord high, the club swung into a full moon, charging up, about to smash down directly.
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