Chapter 2559: Swordsman Sacrificial Sword

Yang Yiyun was a little strange. Although he felt a lot of life aura from high in the sky, he didn't see anyone there.

You can also choose a woods where you fly down. In fact, you don't want to socialize with other creatures.

But he didn't expect someone to call him as soon as he landed.

When he turned around and looked around, he found that three people were not far away.

To be precise, it is a dilemma for a woman, calling him a man.

They are all gods.

Two junior gods and one intermediate gods.

But Yang Yiyun was not sure if the other party was calling him, turned his head and looked over, did not speak, with doubts.

"Hey, it's you, what about you~" the middle-level **** man headed said again.

"Me?" Yang Yiyun stretched out his finger and pointed to his face to confirm.

"Yes, it's you, is there anyone else here besides you?" The middle-ranked god-man headed by the speech had already walked over.

Yang Yiyun squinted his eyes, and he could see that although he was still himself, there was no respect in his eyes.

Of course, the current situation is still unclear, and it is not clear whether these three people are the Ascended Clan or the Celestial Clan.

In fact, the Celestial Race and the Ascended Race are both humans, but the latter is an evolutionary ascendant family, while the former Celestial Race was born in the celestial realm.

Birth decides everything.

It's no wonder that the Celestial race does not see the Ascendant race.

There is one thing Yang Yiyun has actually made a mistake, and that is the practice of the Celestial Race.

What he had heard from Liu Yemei before was that the Celestial Race is not good at cultivating, and the stage of birth is what stage. This understanding is absolutely wrong.

According to Yi Qianxing, this remark is a sand sculpture remark.

As the highest group in the Three Realms, the Celestial Race is excellent in every aspect, so how could it not be able to cultivate?

Later Yang Yiyun thought about the same reason.

Moreover, according to Yi Qianxing’s statement, the Celestial Race is not incapable of cultivating, but instead of practicing. Long ago, they were born as the Celestial Race. They believed that they were the most powerful tribe in the Three Realms. There was no need to cultivate, to put it plainly. That is arrogance and laziness.

But one day after the ascendant clan appeared, the laziness of the celestial clan was broken.

The ascendant clan is diligent and terrible. After practicing with anger and strength, many geniuses have appeared, and many powerful people have been achieved. They have indeed surpassed the Celestial Race in a certain period and stepped on the superiority of the Celestial Race.

It is precisely for this reason that there was a battle between the Celestial Race and the Ascended Race.

In the words of Yi Qianxing, although the Celestial Clan is still not as diligent as the Ascended Clan in cultivation, it is never before. Everyone knows the realm of pursuit and power, because the level of cultivation determines the status and ability. The magical powers of heaven.

May I ask who is so stupid not to practice?

Moreover, after the emperor ruled the heavens, there was a very strict hierarchical system, and the low-ranking celestial beings would salute when they saw the high-ranking celestial beings, and they would suffer a lot.

Therefore, Yi Qianxing said: The person who said these things to you decided to be an old antique who survived the last era. Now more than ten million years have passed, and the heavens of the gods have already undergone tremendous changes.

Times have changed, and so has the Celestial Race.

As for the ascendant clan, after an era, it has actually come to extinction.

why?

Because under the rule of the celestial race, the ascended ones did not ascend, and the celestial race itself is the main group of the celestial realm. In terms of quantity, they far exceed the ascended ones.

After so many years, being compressed in the Northern God Realm by the Celestial Clan is almost in a state of being unable to hold one's head up, and in order to survive, many Ascended Clan have long been integrated into the Celestial Clan, but they are a bit shorter than the Celestial Clan.

There are really not many ascended races that can hold on, but some protoss headed by Fuxi are still holding on.

In other words, waiting for an opportunity.

Waiting for an opportunity to allow the Protoss to walk upright in the heavens.

And his Yang Yiyun is this opportunity.

At that time, Yang Yiyun just smiled after hearing this from Yi Qianxing's mouth. He thought it was impossible for the Protoss to be so miserable, right?

Didn't take it seriously.

But then, after he got in touch with these people, he knew that Yi Qianxing said that the misery of the Protoss was not fake, and even said that it was less.

He finally saw the reality of the gods from the next moment.

In addition, he was worried that he would encounter the problem of being recognized after the Celestial Race, but Yi Qianxing said at the time, don't worry too much. If you are being targeted by the Emperor, you can only be regarded as the official target of the Celestial Race. There are countless Celestial Races, isn't it? Every celestial race is loyal to the emperor, and the emperor’s place is only the orthodox of the celestial race. It is known as the 33rd Heavenly Hall. People who come out of the 33rd Heavenly Hall have a characteristic of wearing heaven armor.

The rest of the celestial races are also in their own state of cultivation, and some ancient celestial races are very powerful in power and strength. Even the emperor dare not easily offend him. For the emperor, you will compete with him in the God Realm in the future. The threat of the Lord, for other ancient Celestial forces, they have no enmity against you.

Even in the last epoch, some ancient Celestial races were very fond of the gods of the universe and recognized the power of the gods of the universe. The two races should coexist peacefully instead of fighting each other.

Yi Qianxing had talked with him about these words, but Yang Yiyun did not comment after listening.

There are some things that he needs to see with his own eyes, and then he can make judgments after going to the manager in person.

…

Many thoughts flashed through Yang Yiyun's mind. He looked at this mid-level **** who was only in his twenties and said, "What are you looking for?"

"All said, we still have a person to enter the ancient battlefield. Of course, we are looking for you to join us. What else can you do? The kid tells you that this middle-rank celestial being belongs to the celestial race. , Tiancheng Qianjia Qishao, Qiandong lord, you are a blessing for your kid to be able to see you, so thank you Qiandong lord."

Well, the typical **** next to the emperor.

A middle-aged man next to him spoke, and he almost knelt and licked it like that.

The other woman didn't speak, but frowned as she watched Yang Yiyun.

And the intermediary Tianren Qiandong, who was flattered by the middle-aged gods, was silent and acquiesced to the middle-aged people's words, and was very comfortable with this flattery.

In the heavens, it is true that the celestial race goes out, and it must be a head tall in front of the protoss people. His thousand holes are a general public in the celestial race, but in front of the protoss people, it is noble. Come to the ancient battlefield power, many people will bring a few. A cannon fodder went in to prevent accidents. He immediately found two gods by his side, but he still felt that the more the better. When he was about to enter the ancient battlefield, he found a white-haired little **** who came, and he naturally wanted to take it in.

One more cannon fodder will give him more protection.

He is an intermediary celestial being, and the two men and women around him are also junior sacred men. The boy who appeared in front of him was also an elementary sacred man, who happened to be able to suppress him, not afraid that he would disagree.

Being a little higher than these people is a huge advantage. What is he doing, these gods can't do the same?

In the face of strength, you must bow your head obediently.

Yang Yiyun can see that this is to bully him.

And he found a difference.

The difference between the Celestial Race and the Ascended Race is the difference between the Protoss. They look the same, not to mention that they don't know, but the other party clearly knows his Protoss, which shows that there is discrimination.

A closer look also found the difference, with a mark on the center of the forehead.

From the three celestial beings that appeared on the rooftops to the intermediary celestial beings now encountered, their eyebrows have a golden mark, which seems to be an inborn imprint of the body, but his eyebrows do not. There were no middle-aged people or women around the middle-rank celestial beings, including Fu Xi and Yi Qianxing.

This shows that those with a golden origin mark on the eyebrows belong to the Celestial Race, while those without a golden origin mark are the Protoss.

Listening to the middle-aged man, Yang Yiyun couldn't help but smiled, "You and that woman are protoss, right?"

"What's the matter, what's the matter with your kid, I told you to thank Master Qiandong quickly, don't you understand?" The middle-aged man became impatient.

Yang Yiyun sighed in his heart, this time the hammer is real, the celestial eyebrows are marked, but the gods don’t. The middle-aged is a god, but he kneels and licks the celestial being. The point is to help the celestial to suppress his fellow clan, so that Yang has a heart. accurate.

What do you mean by your grandma's legs?

Still suppressing compatriots?

Of course, at this time he thought of a vocabulary that Yi Qianxing had said, the second generation protoss.

Protoss people who were born in the God Realm. These people are not celestial people. They are the lowest elementary celestial beings at birth. Even if the descendants of the Protoss are born in the God Realm, they will not be a god-man after being born with a bad gene. It is possible. It’s a cultivator level, or maybe a fairy level...

These two generations, three generations, or even several generations of gods and men, some of them are from the Celestial Race...

There is no sense of humiliation of being suppressed by the Celestial race, because they are not the first generation of ascending gods, and they have long been used to the environment under the Celestial race, and it seems normal to be a dog.

Even though Yang Yiyun is now an elementary god-man, it doesn't mean that he will be afraid of the three people in front of him. At the same level, as long as he doesn't run into a celestial person, he is really not afraid of anything.

The realm was stabilized, and the Dragon Slaying Sword was opened by Yi Qianxing, as well as the innate gossip picture of Fuxi's words, and there are also the universe pot, so many top artifacts on his body, if he can't handle three people, he can directly find tofu and hit died.

"Sorry, I am not interested in joining you." Yang Yiyun directly refused.

Looking at the three of them, he is unhappy, and joining you to dry your hair, can't I just run around alone?

The opening is just like a facility, you are the bird to blame.

Turn around and leave after talking, he doesn't want to cause trouble, but you had better not come to bother me.

"Asshole~"

Qiandong was furious.

It’s just a small, low-level god, who doesn’t give him the face of Qianye. His Heavenly City and his thousands of families can be regarded as the top family, and he is even the young master of the thousands of families. Even though he is at the back, he is not yours. Little gods can refute my face.

With a swish, Qian Dong appeared directly in front of Yang Yiyun, blocking his way.

The middle-aged gods and women behind them also exuded their supernatural powers, and Qiandong gave an order to attack Yang Yiyun.

"The kid is shameless. A humble little god-man is also rampant in front of this young man. Don't you know the power of heaven and man? Kneel down to this young man~"

Qian Dong turned his face directly, showing his killing intent, killing a humble god-man, it was no big deal.

Yang Yiyun was stopped, and he smiled as he listened to Qiandong's murderous intent.

"Hehe, just a little bit of majesty? You can scare the cat, but it's not enough to scare me. Since you are looking for death, then it will serve you. Lao Tzu's sword has just been opened, and it is just a sacrifice." Yang didn't care at all, he found this name The mid-level celestial man of Qiandong unexpectedly released his coercion.

This made Yang Yiyun couldn't help but sneer. He couldn't bear the coercion of a deity, and the coercion of a deity who was a little higher than him wanted to suppress him?

Dream~

Under the operation of the power of the universe, the coercion of the thousand holes disappeared completely.

At the same time, Yang Yiyun slayed the Dragon Sword in his hand, and he did not hesitate to face the thousand holes in front of him as a sword. ,

"Boom~"

"Ah~"

It's too late to say it's fast, Yang Yiyun started directly from the beginning of the power of the universe.

And the thousand holes in front of him despised Yang Yiyun from beginning to end, and he never thought that Yang Yiyun would dare to fight back, dare to resist, and even hit the expected strength. When the sword was cut out, he knew it was broken, and was shocked. It was too late to resist, the powerful sword aura enveloped him, he couldn't move his body, and a sword fell on him.

In the next second, he felt tingling all over his body, screamed, and lost consciousness as soon as his eyes went dark.

But the middle-aged gods and women stuck behind Yang Yiyun, watching the thousand holes cut into two halves by Yang Yiyun a thousand times, they didn't escape, and they just died. The reaction was very quick, and they ran away with a strange cry. .

But how could Yang Yiyun give him a chance? After he took a sword against Qiandong, his prestige remained undiminished, and he did not hesitate to urge his divine power with all his strength, turning around and slashing at the middle-aged **** man.

The bright silver light sword aura was full of colors, and the sword aura fell on the middle-aged man with a thud.

"Ah~"

With a scream, the middle-aged man fell from the air, his body was divided into two parts, and the fetus was destroyed, and he could not die anymore.

Yang Yiyun's eyes fell on the goddess.

More than this goddess has never spoken from beginning to end, nor has he spoken harshly to him. The sword he just slashed was only at the middle-aged person, otherwise this goddess would also fall down at this moment.

Thump~

After Yang Yiyun's eyes were swept, the face of the goddess who was reflected was pale, and she was trembling all over, but she threw herself to her knees, and said with a trembling, "My lord Mingjian, I was forced to be helpless~"