Chapter 5103 Nine Lives and Burning Flames

Groan!

As soon as the white figure rushed out of the flame cave, there was an earth-shattering sword roar, and a vast sword light swept out, full of majesty and sacredness.

Immediately afterwards, a white figure walked out of the white light. It was a handsome young man in white robes, with long eyebrows and a well-proportioned figure. His eyes flashed with a sword light.

He was like a divine sword, standing between heaven and earth, displaying a peerless edge. Like a divine sword rising in the air, it shocked all directions and made Lin Chen and others' hearts sway.

"The Nine Divine Ancestors?"

The Tu Ling War Ancestor lost his voice in shock. He was so frightened by the aura of the white-robed young man that he bent his back and lowered his head like a mountain weighing him down. He did not dare to look directly at the opponent.

The hybrid demon ax ancestor had a look of horror on his face, his majestic body kept stooping, veins on his forehead bulged, and his pale face quickly turned red as blood, full of pain.

"Damn it! Why are there nine divine ancestors here?"

The blood sword demon's body trembled uncontrollably, and the black-red divine sword in his right hand trembled and whined, escaped from his control, and pierced into the ground with a hiss, losing all its light.

"The ancestor of the nine gods, the ninth level of the holy sword?"

Lin Chen was also unable to maintain his mood, with a look of shock on his face. Like the Blood Sword Demon, he was affected by the Holy Way of the Ninth Heavy Sword. The Wandering Dragon Sword in his hand made a clanging sound and seemed to be about to fly out.

"This is the Holy Way of the Ninth Heavy Sword? Is it so terrifying?"

Lin Chen tried his best to run the third level of peak sword holy way and original sword way, but he felt like a boat in the waves, about to suffer a devastating blow.

Various emotions such as shock, horror, awe, etc., surged into Lin Chen's heart. He felt extremely uncomfortable and hurriedly took the Dragon Sword back into his body.

Youlongjian finally got rid of the influence of the white-robed young man, but Lin Chen still couldn't meet his eyes. Just a glance made his eyes sting and he was in a trance.

The male and female silver-armored Iron-Winged Insect Kings surrounding him fell at his feet like kites with broken strings, their bodies crouching and shivering, their eyes full of fear.

Looking at Mr. Mo on the other side, his neat hair was blown wildly, his body covered by a black robe was constantly twisting, and his face was also deformed, gradually revealing a young face.

Lin Chen saw this scene from the corner of his eye, and his heart stirred up.

Through the reminder from the ancient demon Qifeng, he already knew that Mr. Mo was a young man.

However, the latter was never forced to show his true appearance when facing the Demon Meteor Sword. Now, facing the power of the white-robed young man, he could no longer maintain his power.

This shows how terrifying the young man in white robe is.

This made Lin Chen realize for the first time that the Nine Divine Ancestors were much more powerful than he had imagined.

After all, Lin Chen had seen the Nine Divine Ancestors before, such as the Master of Yanxia Cave and the Holy Master of Mad War, but they did not give him such a terrifying feeling as the white-robed young man.

Of course, this may be because the Yanxia Cave Master and the Mad War Holy Master did not take action, but Lin Chen instinctively felt that the white-robed young man in front of him was stronger than them.

Thinking of the opponent's realm and the Holy Way of the Ninth Heavy Sword, Lin Chen's eyes flashed with determination. One day, he would do all this.

And if the young man in white robe is so terrifying, isn't the other person who came out of the seal with him also the ancestor of the nine gods?

Lin Chen looked at the flaming figure who followed the white-robed young man out of the fire cave. He was dressed in flaming robes, which made his tall figure look majestic.

His divine body is more perfect than any cultivator Lin Chen has ever seen. It can be called the golden ratio, second only to Mojia from the God-Eating Clan.

The power of the young man in white robes was comparable to that of the young man in white robes, and he was undoubtedly the ancestor of the nine gods. Lin Chen felt as if he was seeing the latter, as if he were seeing a true god, and it was difficult to look directly at him.

But Lin Chen still saw clearly the black rune between the opponent's eyebrows, and his mind was suddenly shocked. The words "God-Eating Clan" flashed in his mind.

Yes, this fire-robed young man is not only the ancestor of the Nine Paths Gods, but also a member of the Heavenly Demon Clan.

The black rune between the opponent's eyebrows is the symbol of the Demon Clan.

This is a nine-path divine ancestor from the Demon Clan!

Lin Chen immediately felt a numb scalp, and he couldn't help but regret. If he hadn't collected the Seven Kills Star Flame, maybe they would still be in the seal.

But the current situation left Lin Chen no time to regret. Facing the power of the two Nine Paths Divine Ancestors, his body trembled even more violently and his face turned as white as rice paper.

The three Tu Ling Zhan Ancestors were even worse than him. Their hands and feet were shaking like chaff, their teeth were chattering and they were speechless. Their eyes and faces were full of fear.

Looking at Mr. Mo again, he was forced to show his true appearance. His young and handsome face was like Lin Chen's, bloodless, and his expression was extremely gloomy. He said three words intermittently:

"The Celestial Demon Clan."

Just when Lin Chen and others were frightened and uneasy, the young man in fire robe looked up at the gray sky and earth, showing his arrogance and laughing loudly:

"Hahaha, I, Zhuoyan, have finally come out, Nine-Life Sword Ancestor, I have long said that your plan will definitely fail, what else do you have to say now?"

At the end of the sentence, he looked at the young man in white robe with a stern look, and a smile appeared on his thin lips, which seemed like joy, contempt, and ridicule.

The young man in white robes whom he called the Nine Lives Sword Ancestor was extremely calm. He pointed a white divine sword directly at him and said in a sword-like voice:

"Zhuo Yan, as long as my nine lives are here, you can't even think about making trouble."

Heavenly Demon Zhuoyan put his right hand behind his back and said with a smile: "Nine lives, you and I have been fighting for many years. You should know that you can't do anything to me. Besides, I have no interest in fighting with you now. Wait until I can help Lord Zhuo Youshen out of trouble. , let’s settle it with you again.”

After saying that, he stepped out with his right foot, and immediately raised a hot and terrifying flame, and walked out. The direction he walked was where Tu Ling Zhan Zu and the other two were.

The terrifying flame spread along the foot of Tian Mo Zhan Yan, and swept towards Tu Ling Zhan Zu and the other two like a raging sea.

"No!"

The three Tu Ling Zhan Zu screamed in fear, and their blood and qi burned quickly, trying to avoid Tian Mo Zhan Yan, but their bodies could not move at all, and they watched themselves being submerged by the flames.

A terrifying scene appeared, and the hair and clothes of the three Tu Ling Zhan Zu were burned by the flames in an instant, and then their bodies melted, and their limbs were burned to ashes.

In a blink of an eye, only three crystals of the God Ancestor were left, suspended in the flames, and the struggling and desperate faces of the three Tu Ling Zhan Zu could be vaguely seen.

But in the blink of an eye, their God Ancestor Crystals were burned, and their spirits could not escape at all, and they were soon burned into a few wisps of long smoke and dissipated.

In the end, only their life-defining magic weapons and storage spirit rings were intact, flashing red, black, and gray respectively.

Tianmo Zhuoyan didn't even look at them, just raised his left hand, put the three magic weapons and three storage spirit rings into his bag, and then continued to move forward.

In front of him were Lin Chen and Mo Lao. The latter saw Tu Ling Zhan Zu and the other two being burned by the flames, and shouted to Lin Chen in a hurry:

"Young Master Tian Jian, get out of the way."

While shouting at Lin Chen, he burned his blood and tried his best to run the blood of the God Devouring Clan, turning into a curved gray figure, stumbling and bursting out.

"Is this the strength of the Nine Dao God Ancestors of the Heavenly Demon Clan? Just using the power of fire alone can easily kill Tu Ling Zhan Zu and the other three."

Lin Chen witnessed this scene, his mind was shocked, and his face became more solemn than ever before.

The moment before Mo Lao reminded him, he put the male and female silver-armored iron-winged insect kings back into the spirit beast bag, and then stimulated the defense of the robe of life to the extreme.

At the same time, he tried his best to run the Holy Way of Space, but found that the space on all sides was solidified and he could not travel through space at all. His face suddenly changed.