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Chapter 967 Silver Blood Race(2/2)

Come on, don't get yourself into trouble."

The people of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan were all angry and surrounded them, even the gods were no exception.

The war was about to break out. Yin Kun casually crushed a jade plaque. In just a moment, the void opened and a powerful figure appeared. It was a silver-haired old man who descended here!

The ancestor of this clan has arrived!

As soon as he appeared, the void cracked, the Soul Island collapsed, and a terrifying aura filled the air, causing a group of people to fall to the ground.

"If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty!" Yin Kun said coldly.

No wonder he was so confident that he had invited the ancient ancestor to revive him, and he did not hesitate to start a race war!

In fact, the appearance of a peerless master, just one person, is enough to wipe out one party and suppress all races, without any suspense.

"Little friend, please come to our clan as a guest." The old man who came said that he was a spiritual body, but he was also extremely powerful.

The cost of dispatching his real body is a bit high. This recovery alone consumes a lot of natural resources and treasures. Therefore, under normal circumstances, he will not leave the tribe and spend most of his time sleeping.

"Brother Dao, you are too aggressive." At this moment, a voice came from behind the island, and in an instant, an old man with disheveled hair appeared here and blocked him there.

"You...restored your mind?" The ancient ancestor of the Silver-Blooded Demonic Tree clan was shocked.

"Let's go over there and talk." The strongest man of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan said.

Their aura was so strong that 90% of the people knelt down, trembling there, and the void twisted and collapsed. It was not until the two left that they returned to normal.

"boom!"

The next moment, Shi Hao struck out and kicked Yin Kun away.

"You..." Yin Kun was ashamed and angry.

The gods of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan also took action to block the two gods on the opposite side.

"puff!"

The next moment, Yin Kun coughed up blood and was stepped on by Shi Hao in the face, causing his teeth to break.

Then, a banging sound came. Shi Hao didn't do anything, he just stepped on it one foot after another, causing screams to come out.

The atmosphere on this day was strange. Many powerful clans felt something strange, but they didn't know what happened. They felt like there was a collision between peerless masters.

Later, people saw the people of the Silver Blood Demon Tree clan being thrown out of the Soul Island. Although they were not killed, their bones and tendons were broken and their faces were sunken, including the two gods and Yin Kun, the direct descendant of the clan.

"Things are a little complicated." Shi Hao rubbed his temples. Before the arena appeared, the major forces in Immortal Ancient could not sit still. The storm was surging, and they didn't know what would happen.

"boom!"

A few days later, there was a loud earthquake, and the Immortal Arena completely appeared.

At the same time, an explosion was heard, shocking all the small worlds, because there was a huge crack that penetrated all the small worlds, making people tremble.

"Well, what happened?" Outside the world, some people in Sanqianzhou were also surprised, because many people saw a faint crack in the void appearing in the vast no man's land, and the scene was terrifying.
Chapter completed!
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