Honghuang: After hundreds of millions of years of retreat, I became the ancestor of the dragon clan

"Kill a saint!"

It's not loud, and it doesn't have any momentum.

But as this voice came out, everyone present was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, Ye Long left the dojo, and the situation in the dojo changed again.

Luo Hu's figure also appeared behind Zhen Yuanzi.

At this moment, Xiao Shen and Xiao Teng also opened their eyes, staring at Ye Long's back not far away.

Xiao Shen: "Master... Master has gone out?"

Xiao Teng: "What's going on? Why did the master go out? What happened?"

When Luo Hu saw this, he didn't explain too much, he just waved his hand, and completely showed what happened before in front of several people: "Presumably, it is because of these three people that the dojo Master is so angry!"

Seeing this, Zhen Yuanzi had an inexplicable gesture in his eyes.

In recent years, these three people have caused many disasters, and many of them were caused by him and Hong Yun.

Ye Long, on the other hand, never asked him once.

But this time, what is it that can make the sect master so angry.

Soon, he knew the answer.

Because of the sky, told him the answer.

Following the fall of the sage, the entire world was plunged into a nameless cry.

The sound of howling resounded through the world.

Zhen Yuanzi muttered to himself:
"It turned out that it was because of the Saint's attack!"

"In the past, perhaps the sect master felt that without the intervention of a saint, it was just a small fight."

"But today, the saint bullied the junior..."

Hear Zhen Yuanzi's words.

Rahu and Queen Mother Xi nodded accordingly.

Luo Hu said in a low voice: "Generally speaking, when you reach senior's level, you won't be easily disturbed by some things in your practice. You have been with senior for many years, and you should feel it too!"

Hearing this, Xiaocan and Xiaoteng nodded repeatedly: "That's right, the master has never made a move, let alone made a move, and he has never even stepped out of the dojo. In our impression, the master seems to not allow us to go out."

"The sage bullied Da Luo's junior, and so on. I am afraid that any sect master will never condone it!"

Several people were in the dojo, communicating in low voices.

A distance of trillions of miles, Ye Long has already crossed in one step.

At this moment, Ye Long's whole body is calm and calm, which is really a bit abnormal.

At the foot of Mount Sumeru, Ye Long's figure slowly emerged.

The news of Ye Long's conquest of the saint spread rapidly among the crowd like mushrooms after a spring rain.

In the prehistoric world, no matter what kind of creature it was, it was at this moment that they fixed their eyes on Ye Long, the most hidden and strong man in the prehistoric wilderness.

Earlier, there were rumors.

The master of Pingmen is invincible in the world.

It's just that the trillions and billions of creatures in the prehistoric world didn't believe it, but now, when they saw Ye Long kill the incarnation of the saint with one blow, they all believed it.

As Ye Long came to the foot of Mount Sumeru, countless Western disciples appeared in front of him in an instant.

Not far away, the group of Western Sect disciples shouted at Ye Long angrily: "This is the important place of our Western Sect, who is your Excellency, and why did you trespass on our Western Sect..."

At this murder case, Ye Long suddenly disappeared in the same place.

Seeing this scene, the complexion of everyone present changed instantly, and they wanted to evacuate quickly.

However, at this moment, a flame rose from under the feet of everyone.

Swish!
A loud bang.

Before everyone could react, the man had already been burned to ashes.

But Ye Long didn't stop because of this, under his gaze, countless flames rose up.

That group of disciples instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the disciples of the Western Sect in the distance changed drastically, and they retreated a few steps, but Ye Long did not chase after, but just stared at the people not far away.

"presumptuous!"

At this moment, a shout of anger resounded in the air, followed by an invisible coercion attacking Ye Long.

A quasi-saint powerhouse.

Ye Long raised his head indifferently, without the slightest emotion in his eyes. Above his head stood an old man. The old man was staring at Ye Long with killing intent in his eyes.

At this moment, Ye Long's aura was flat, and there was no aura in his eyes. Under the heavens, he looked like an ordinary young man.

The old man was about to continue talking, but Ye Long lightly moved towards the ground, and in an instant, a huge dragon paw print appeared, and the next moment, the whole person appeared behind the old man.

"Wu Shang!"

Ye Long chuckled, and the indifferent look at the corner of his mouth showed his dominance.

In the air, the old man's face changed drastically in an instant, and his body wanted to move, but he found that he had been restrained in the air by an invisible force of space before he knew it.

boom! !

A loud bang.

Like a beautiful waltz, the old man exploded in the air, turning into a blood mist.

At this moment, all the people of the Western Cult, especially those deep in the Western Cult, saw this scene, and their entire body was completely petrified at this moment.

The old man just now is an elder of the Western Church!

A real quasi-sage practice.

However, he was killed by this person so easily?
Luo Hu and the others, at this moment, looked as if it should be taken for granted.

Ye Long is strong, how can people in the world be suspicious?
How can the existence sitting on the long river of time be provoked by a small quasi-sage?
In the air, Ye Long slowly withdrew the floating light, landed on the soles of his feet, and looked at the Western Temple not far away, which was still some distance away.

Ye Long came here today with only one purpose.

Kill and save!

But at this moment, when he saw this magnificent temple of the Western religion, an inexplicable wantonness rose in his heart.

"Since we have already started, let's cut the weeds and root out the roots. After today, there is no need for Western religion to exist!"

Ye Long said with a light smile.

At this moment.

Tolerating the days of dozens of yuanhui allowed him to truly be as calm as water.

Even facing the Western religion with two saints, at this moment, Ye Long didn't feel the slightest disturbance in his heart.

Strength is not the key.

At this moment, Ye Long only cares about the result.

Today, today, he only wants one result!
People rescued and killed!
Kill everyone on Mount Sumeru and rescue the disciples of Pingmen!
This is the purpose of Ye Long's visit today.

At this moment, he was staring at the endless formations on Mount Sumeru, looking at the endless spiritual veins of Mount Sumeru, and an inexplicable deep thought arose in his eyes.

Barren West?
If such a place is barren.

That vast prehistoric land is probably full of slums, right?
Ye Long smiled lightly.

Not in a hurry to break through.

Instead, he waited on his own.

At this moment, he has pierced through the surroundings with his golden eyes, forming an endless formation.

Faintly, in the space, there are countless disciples of the Western religion, in the form of formation eyes, existing in it, and endless Sanskrit sounds resound in it.

Save the world.

When everyone was wondering what Ye Long was doing, they saw Ye Long just shook his head and continued walking towards the formation.