Chapter 417: The Ancestor of the Human Race, the Saint of the Holy Abyss!

"It seems that a battle is inevitable after all!"

The saint of the human race looked at the ancient saint with the head of an animal and the body of a beast, and sighed quietly, with endless emotion in his tone.

His body was very thin and he opened his mouth to take a breath.

In just an instant, spiritual energy from hundreds of miles around swarmed into his mouth.

His white hair moved in the wind, and his aura began to rise steadily, like a volcano about to erupt, stirring up the wind and clouds in all directions.

Under the loose robe, the withered body seemed to have been lifted from some seal, and the sound of roaring mountains and tsunami came out.

It was his essence and blood flowing, like thunder, extremely shocking.

If it weren't for his helplessness, the old man wouldn't want to fight this ancient sage.

His current condition is not very good. He has reached his twilight years and is far different from his peak period.

But the opponent has an ancient saint blocking the way. If he doesn't show his trump card, I'm afraid today's matter will not be solved easily.

"senior……"

Some strong men from the human race exclaimed in surprise when they saw this scene.

They are not fools, they can feel the state of this human saint.

after all.

The other party is too old. Although he is a strong man in the saint realm, he doesn't care about appearance at all.

But there are still not many people as old as the human saint in front of him, with a haggard shape, a stooped body, and gray hair.

"Since you want to die, I will give you a ride!"

When the ancient saint with the head of a beast saw this scene, he sneered and said with disdain.

Buzz…

As his words fell.

He gently raised one hand and pointed it slightly towards the void.

In an instant.

A silver spear shattered the void and appeared from the void.

It was entwined with countless divine radiances, and various rays of light were intertwined. The moment it appeared, it was held in the hands of the ancient saint with the head of a beast and the body of a human body.

Immediately afterwards.

The wings behind him shook slightly and turned into streaks of thunder.

In just an instant, he was in front of the human saint.

"On the road to Huangquan, don't forget my name."

"My name is Cang Yu!"

The cold and cruel voice resounded throughout the world.

Immediately afterwards.

The tip of his spear shattered the void, and a loud rumbling sound resounded throughout the world and spread out for thousands of miles.

The entire front of the silver spear completely collapsed, chaos appeared, and it seemed that a small world was being ripped out of the world.

This is an incomparably powerful offensive magical power. Its power is so sharp that it seems to be able to split the sky with one strike.

The beast-headed saint knew that the other party's condition was not good.

Therefore, he wants to defeat the opponent with supreme strength.

In this way, he can crush the beliefs of all the humans present.

Above the entire Kun City, the formation flickered, blocking out this energy.

But even so.

The supreme power still penetrated into the formation and spread to the city.

Some beings with relatively low cultivation levels turned into a ball of blood mist in just the blink of an eye, without even having time to scream.

Although other human cultivators are in better condition, they are not much better.

All of them looked pale, and some had traces of blood hanging from the corners of their mouths.

This is just a ray of energy from the opponent's offensive magical power. If there is no formation to block it, I am afraid that the entire ancient Kun City will probably be wiped out.

The human saint was speechless and did not panic when faced with the attack of the ancient saint with the head of a beast.

His hands moved gently.

Time seemed to stand still beside him, with only his white hair flying and his resolute eyes tracing the path of the avenue.

Boom!

The world collapsed.

I saw.

A golden long sword appeared behind the old man. It was covered with various mysterious patterns, and it was so huge that it filled the void.

The power of various laws on the sword body is intertwined, and it seems to be able to suppress the world and no one can stop it.

"this……"

"Is this the legendary holy golden sword?"

A well-informed human monk exclaimed.

They may not know the name of the human saint above.

after all.

The other party's appearance is too old, and it is difficult to guess the other party's identity from his appearance.

But the moment this golden sword appeared, many human monks reacted immediately.

after all.

This is a holy weapon!

Its master may grow old and die, but the holy soldier will not!

"Is it really the Holy Golden Sword?"

A middle-aged man in the quasi-sage realm, his expression serious to the extreme, said in a deep voice:

"If it is really the Holy Golden Sword, doesn't it mean that the Saint of the Holy Abyss 20,000 years ago has not died, and he has always been alive?"

Twenty thousand years...

This is an extremely long time.

A strong person in the Great Saint Realm may be able to survive it.

But it is almost impossible for a monk in the saint realm.

Theoretically, monks in the saint realm can survive for ten thousand years.

But if you maintain your health properly, 20,000 years is not impossible.

But the most important thing is.

It is impossible for any saint to reach this point without going through struggles.

Since there is a struggle, there will inevitably be hidden wounds.

For many saints, wanting to live stably for 20,000 years is no less than a dream.

Although Saint Shengyuan is still alive today.

But I'm afraid that his life has come to an end.

After today's battle, the opponent will inevitably die.

That is to say.

This battle is the last... battle in the life of the Holy Abyss Saint!

Think of this.

The hearts of many human cultivators present were heavy.

It has been ten thousand years...

In the entire human race of the Southern Region, there has not been a human sage-level strongman in the past ten thousand years.

And now.

Finally, a 20,000-year-old ancient sage appeared to support the human race.

But...

This would be the last battle of his life.

This person could be said to be the only sage left in the human race. Even at the last moment of his life, he was fighting for the human race and fighting for the human race.

How could they not feel heavy in their hearts?

Even...

Some quasi-sage-level human cultivators were blaming others at this moment.

Blaming themselves for not being strong enough and blaming themselves for not being talented enough.

If they could also break through the sage realm, why would they let these human sages fight for them at the end of their lives?

If the human race in the Southern Region could be as strong as the human race in other regions, why would they be afraid of the ten thousand races? Why would they sacrifice the human sages to fight for them for that illusory opportunity?

"Clang!"

Just then.

A sound of golden swords clashing came.

See.

The golden sword and the silver spear collided with each other.

The moment the two collided, supreme power surged out.

The sky and the earth suddenly fell into a vast expanse of white, and there was white light everywhere, making it impossible to open your eyes.

An ancient golden sword stood in the void, as huge as a mountain, illuminating the sky, blocking all the aftermath, and saving Kuncheng behind it from a catastrophe.

"Senior!"

A human cultivator screamed loudly, unable to bear to see the cruel scene in front of him. (End of this chapter)