When Yaoyao's cold and indifferent voice resounded, the eyes of many powerful beings in the entire Tianyuan Realm were all cast into Cang Xuantian with different emotions.

"Yaoyao..."

Cang Yuan's face became solemn. At this time, he finally realized that the ultimate goal of the Holy Clan's planning this time was not Zhou Yuan, but Yaoyao behind Zhou Yuan!

Their doubts were answered before. Zhou Yuan was indeed not worthy of the saint clan's mobilization, and even the seven ancient saints came out together, but... Yaoyao is worth it!

Obviously, the Holy Clan already knew the relationship between Zhou Yuan and Yaoyao, so they tried their best to force Zhou Yuan into a dead end, and what they did was to force Yaoyao out.

However, new doubts emerged again. Now there are only two ancient saints in the power of the Holy Cang Xuantian. This power is of course a huge trouble for them, but it would hurt Yaoyao's special existence, which would be a bit too naive.

What's more, with Yaoyao's arrival, the power balance between the two sides has changed in reverse.

In a sense, this Moji and Heizhao were truly in danger, because they fell directly into the siege of the heavens. Now Yaoyao is in front of them, and they are next to them, Zhou Yuan, Cang Xuantian, who controls the power of the Hunyuan Zhusheng Formation, eyeing them.

Faced with this situation, even the two ancient saints may not be able to escape unscathed.

If the two ancient saints are really damaged, this will definitely be a damaging force for the saints.

In the void, Moji and Hei Zhao's eyes gathered on Yaoyao at the first time. They stared at the latter, and their faces gradually became solemn, because they could all feel a sense of oppression as if it were as far as the abyss and the prison slowly emanating from Yaoyao's body.

"It is a great honor for me to see the Third God today." Moji spoke solemnly.

Yaoyao's eyes were faint, she looked down at the two of them without saying anything.

The ancient sage Heizhao also maintained some respect and said: "I came here to convey my god's kindness to the Third God. If the Third God can not interfere with the struggle between our clan and the heavens, our clan is willing to worship the Lord."

When all the saints of heaven heard this, they were furious. This saint tribe actually wanted to win over the third god?!

Yaoyao's eyes were as indifferent as glass, without any slight wave. She said, "I have no interest in your holy clan."

Heizhao Ancient Saint sincerely said: "Mr. Third God, you are a congenital god. For you, all things in the world are just grass and ants. You really don't need to be enemies with my god for these heavens. What the heavens can give you can also give, and in the future, our gods can unify the source world of the day, and we can promise to share this world with you."

Yaoyao stared at Heizhao and said lightly: "You are wrong. Among all the things in the heavens, I also value people. Otherwise, how can you attract me?"

At this moment, many complicated gazes of the saints of the heavens turned to Zhou Yuan.

The Third God admitted the emotions between her and Zhou Yuan in public. Zhou Yuan also had a complicated face and was a little melancholy. Generally speaking, shouldn’t the man say this kind of public recognition of each other’s relationship? This way he can show his own status, but what’s going on now? Why does he have a strange feeling of misalignment of relationships?

Heizhao Ancient Saint was silent and immediately said, "The Third God, you are the divine nature and have not fully recovered, so human nature has interfered with your choice, but when you completely recover in the future, you may not think like this."

However, when he finished speaking, he suddenly felt the cold air between heaven and earth, and the third god's cold eyes seemed to have frozen ice.

"Your nonsense is too much."

Yaoyao's hair was raised at this time, revealing a pupil below it. In that pupil, it seemed like chaos was changing, like when the world first opened, there was a vast and primitive aura.

Divine Eyes!

Inside the divine eyes, a divine light flowed, and the next moment, the divine light flew out.

At this moment, the world lost its luster, the sun was dim, and everything lost its voice.

The source energy of heaven and earth also disappeared one after another.

Only that ray of divine light penetrated the sky and directly passed through the Moji, illuminating the above the two of them.

There seemed to be no contact between the two sides, but when the divine light passed by, Moji and Hei Zhao had an extreme pain on their faces, and then a holy lotus flashed on their shoulders and the cover of the sky.

At this time, the three holy lotus were gradually withering, withering and falling.

The heavens and the saints of the Holy Clan changed their colors at the same time, because they knew best what the scene in front of them represented, which was a sign that the three flowers were cut and the foundation was cut!

Just a divine light cut off, the two ancient saints' foundation was cut off. What a shocking power?

Moji, Heizhao's expression also became a little ugly. The damage caused to them by Yaoyao's slash was much stronger than Zhou Yuan's previous efforts with the Hunyuan Formation and Cang Yuan and others to rush for a long time.

The person in front of him is really worthy of being a congenital god. Even though he has not fully recovered, this power still surpasses the great power of the saint.

"It is worthy of being an ancient sage with a profound background. He can withstand a three-flower slash." Seeing this, Yaoyao slapped her head slightly, and then she raised her slender fingertips and gently tapped it, and ripples bloomed in the void.

In one of its divine pupils, chaos was surging, and suddenly divine lights condensed at the fingertips. Each divine light had an inexplicable charm, as if it could be traced back to the beginning of heaven and earth.

This scene was enough to make any saint feel fear. Even the two ancient saints, Namoji and Heizhao, had a gloomy face, but more of them were still determined.

"You should have been ready to die when you enter Cang Xuantian. Since that's the case, I'll help you." Yaoyao looked down at the two of them indifferently and gave her a guide.

At that moment, the divine light roared out and slashed out.

Facing the falling continuous divine light, Namoji and Heizhao looked at each other, then took a deep breath. They stretched out their palms, and their palms faced each other, forming a seal.

And on their faces, there was a pious and fanatical look.

“When my God comes, it is the day of our resurrection!”

In the shocked eyes of the many saints in the heavens, they saw that suddenly a blazing flames rose up on their bodies. Before the divine light could be cut, all the holy lotus on their shoulders and heads burned.

Two ancient saints of the Holy Clan actually chose the spontaneous ignition holy lotus here!

Boom boom!

With the sacrifices of the two ancient saints, everyone could feel two indescribable forces gathering and rising. That power stirred the entire Cang Xuantian's source energy to boil.

An indescribable sense of oppression enveloped every corner of Cang Xuantian.

The divine light was slashed down at this time, but just as it was slashing into the blazing holy fire, a sudden sound of gold and iron suddenly echoed. Zhou Yuan, Cang Yuan and others in the distance changed their colors because they found that the divine lights were actually wiped out by a force in an instant.

Their eyes were staring at Moji, the burning place of the two of them, and then they saw that in the twisted space, a rusty black broken spear slowly rose.

When the black broken spear appeared, the world suddenly became dark, and a mysterious, vast, and primitive aura emanated.

Under that breath, Zhou Yuan felt Cang Xuantian trembling, and the source energy of heaven and earth showed signs of out of control for a moment, and it was because this world seemed to be feeling fearful.

What existence can make a world of fear?

Zhou Yuan's face was gloomy and his eyes were staring at the black broken spear that left blood and tears from the corners of his eyes just by looking at it. The Moji and Hei Zhao sacrificed themselves, obviously providing power for this thing.

And the identity of the master of the aura was self-evident.

Who else can it be except that holy god of the Holy clan?!

Obviously, this time the Holy Clan mobilized troops and even paid the price of the two ancient saints. The ultimate goal was to summon this black broken spear with rusty traces, as if it was eroded by time.

Yaoyao, who stood in the void, stared at the black broken spear, and finally some waves appeared on her cold and beautiful face. Her red lips slightly opened and her voice was cold: "This is the God of Desolation. In ancient times, the Holy Spirit launched a battle to destroy the world, and finally awakened the will of the ancestor dragon deep in the world."

"The Holy Spirit holds the God's Spear and fights with the will of the Ancestral Dragon, and the spear is finally broken..."

"Now the God of Absolute Spear reappears..."

Yaoyao's black hair, like a waterfall, swayed lightly in the wind, and the corners of her skirt were slightly raised, but the words said made all the saints of heaven feel a biting chill surge into their hearts.

"It seems that you are not far from completely awakening."

"Is that so? Holy Spirit."
Chapter completed!