Chapter 2264: Like the universe, breaking the limits (1/2)
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Years are like a shuttle, another two hundred years have passed.
With the fiasco of the demon clan, the human clan ushered in a relatively peaceful period.
In the past two hundred years, the human race has been calm, and there has not been much turmoil.
However, the nine-veined masters of the early ancient tribes, which had received much attention, did not fight against the major ancient tribes.
On the contrary, during this time, they have traveled for nine days, penetrated many dangerous places, and other racial forces. They overbeared a large number of rare treasures and brought them into the Great Realm. Even the human temple did not dare to interfere.
Their behavior, which was closed after the breakthrough of the first son Xiao Ye, caused a heated discussion among the heavens and the world.
Do the ancient ancestors of the Nine Kingdoms of the early tribes want to forcibly raise the realm of the Son of the First Tribe?
However, two hundred years passed away. Under the exploration of various forces, the first son, Xiao Ye, had not moved much since he broke through to the state of Xiaochengsheng, and the state of the realm was astonishing.
With the guidance of the existence of the nine-pronged master, plus the looting of so many rare treasures, it is entirely possible to take another step forward in the past two hundred years, otherwise how can it be worthy of the identity of the first son?
After all, Xiao Ye broke through to the status of Xiaochengsheng two hundred years ago, triggering a monstrous vision and creating a great sense of expectation for everyone.
”Oh, what's so strange here, the holy son failed to return to the position at the beginning, didn't cross the dragon gate, after all, it was just a mortal child, and the ancient tribe had become a thing after all.”
Under this kind of speculation, a cold word came from the direction of the Dayan ancient tribe.
For a time, many people were emotional.
Although this sentence is very harsh, it seems to give a reasonable explanation.
Although the Son of Taichu appears, can't the glory of the ancient tribe be reappeared after all?
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Above a bright star in Yanhuang Dajie, under a vast old vine tree, Xiao Ye in a black robe is sitting cross-legged.
His dark hair is thick, his eyes are like electricity, and his body seems to be transformed into a vast universe, lit up stars.
This is an extremely terrifying process. This supreme and magnificent scene is awe-inspiring. It seems to hear the sound of sacrifice and worship of all living beings, and it seems that all living beings are crying.
Xiao Ye Mingming didn't urge any holy way, but there was a staggering world. If the sea was turbulent, it spread to all directions, and at a glance, nine days and ten days were in front of him.
Under this vast old vine tree, a figure of disillusionment was disillusioned and formed, exuding immortality, and various visions rose behind it.
This is a vast atmosphere, people can not help but to bow, bow down.
”what!”
At a certain moment, Xiao Ye got up suddenly and shouted with her head up.
Suddenly, the wind and thunder made great noises, thunder and thunder, and torn the universe, every lightning was like a galaxy, terrible to the extreme.
The most frightening thing is that Xiao Ye resembles the universe, containing Baichuan and all living things, and the Spiritual Aura of Sheng Dao rises to 100,000 strands.
This is a scary enough number.
You should know that the Holy Spirit is the embodiment of the origin of the Holy Spirit.
Like a general little saint, it is not bad to be able to cultivate five thousand strands of divine aura. If the geniuses cultivated by the major forces are almost ten thousand strands.
To be more, it is estimated that the epoch of the human race and ancient clan forces can be reached, but at most it will stop at about 30,000 strands.
This is the limit that this state can reach.
Before switching to Xiao Ye, the ancient scriptures became holy at the beginning of the Ether, and the origin was turbulent. In the realm of small holy saints, it could only hold about 40,000 lines of holy spirits.