The Mystic Thearch was about to stand up and leave. The other two immediately stood up as well. The white-haired man said, "Brother Xuan, our clones have already gone. Even if he really is the reincarnation of Long Batian, he won't be able to recover to his peak as long as he doesn't step into the Ancient World. Our clones will definitely be able to.
Our phantom images will definitely be able to kill him. You can rest assured. "
The other man said, "That's right. This is a crucial moment. If you leave now, what happens next will be very disadvantageous to our Lord."
"You should know our Lord's temper very well."
"We have already tolerated Long Batian's reincarnation. What can't you tolerate?"
"He will die soon anyway."
The two were very confident.
Confidence came from their own strength.
Their phantom images were about to reach the Primordial World. There was no need for the Mystic Thearch to leave now. Furthermore … he could not leave now.
The Mystic Thearch's eyes tightened as he frowned.
The white-haired man said, "You can't let go of your clansmen?"
"Brother Xuan, you are going to leave the Ancient World sooner or later. It is time to leave your clansmen behind. You have protected them for billions of years. That is enough. Without you, they would not be in this world anymore."
The other man said, "An expert cannot have any restraints. Family is the biggest obstacle for an expert. Your clansmen will only be a burden to you. If you protect them, you will never be able to break through the shackles of the Ancient World."
The two of them said one sentence after another.
The originally angry Mystic Thearch also calmed down.
Indeed.
He had protected the Heavenly Race for long enough. He had let them do as they pleased for billions of years. That was long enough.
Furthermore …
As long as these two phantom images reached the Divine Palace, even if Long Fei was really Long Batian's reincarnation, it would be useless. Long Batian would not be Long Batian if he did not enter the Ancient World.
Half a minute passed.
The Mystic Thearch breathed out heavily and said, "My Lord's mission is more important. I will listen to you."
The two of them smiled and said, "That's right."
"Brother Xuan, don't worry. When we get there, that brat will die. No one can hurt your Heavenly Race descendants. Just lead us to the Ancient Asura Abyss Long Batian's corpse."
"Master is very concerned about this matter."
The Mystic Thearch nodded and said, "I understand. I was too rash just now. My Lord's mission is more important. I will bring you into the Ancient Asura Abyss now."
"However!"
"I have a question I don't understand."
The white-haired man said, "What do I not understand?"
The Mystic Thearch asked, "Why does the Lord want Long Batian's corpse? No matter how strong a person who has been dead for hundreds of thousands of years or hundreds of millions of years, what can his corpse have? "
He couldn't understand.
Moreover.
Time flew by, and the stars moved.
A former expert is still an expert after billions of years?
Not necessarily.
Therefore …
In the Mystic Thearch's heart, Long Batian was nothing much. He was even confident that if Long Batian was in front of him, he would definitely be able to kill him!
The white-haired man smiled faintly and said, "The Lord naturally has his own goals. As servants, we only need to complete the task."
"However!"
"Since you asked, I'll tell you."
"Actually, my lord doesn't want Long Batian's corpse, but the Stone of Suppression that's suppressing him. As for this Stone of Suppression …"
"Hehe!"
The white-haired man didn't continue.
There were all sorts of legends about the Stone of Suppression.
Some said that it was the heart of the Ancient World, while others said that it came from a certain expert in the Outer Domain. Some even said that the Stone of Suppression was a piece of Universe God Stone that contained the strongest power in the universe. Whoever could unlock it would be able to obtain this power, a power that could crush everything.
"Stone of Suppression?" The Mystic Thearch muttered in his heart and then turned to look in the direction of the Primordial World.
The white-haired man said indifferently, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
"With both of our clones, that brat will definitely die!"
The Mystic Thearch laughed dryly and then brought the two of them into the darkness.
In the darkness, ghosts were roaring and hell was crying.
The most savage place in the Ancient World, one of the three forbidden grounds, the Asura Abyss!
…
"High and mighty?"
"The Heaven Race is the Heaven, is the God?"
"You're f * cking awesome! Call your main body over!" Long Fei fiercely beat him up, and also crazily vented the anger in his heart.
The Mystic Thearch's image was under his feet.
Punch after punch, the Mystic Thearch's image could only defend and had no strength to fight back.
The entire Mystic Thearch Hall was suppressed by the aura on Long Fei's body.
Those Heaven Race disciples and elders all had ugly expressions on their faces. They didn't dare to make a sound. Their arrogance, their arrogance, their innate superiority … all these things were being crushed by Long Fei's fists.
The Mystic Thearch's image was being tortured to such a state.
How strong was this brat?
Once the Mystic Thearch's image died, they would be next.
At this moment …
They didn't dare to have any arrogant expressions anymore. All of them curled up and didn't dare to show their heads. They were afraid that Long Fei would send them to hell with one punch.
They were trembling.
Even if they were kneeling on the ground, their bodies still couldn't stop shaking.
All of them started to beg in their hearts. "Mystic Thearch, hurry up and come back. Lord Mystic Thearch, hurry up and come back."
"Old ancestor, hurry up and come back."
…
They had never been so afraid before.
Those experts from the Ancient World were also trembling, and their faces were pale from fear.
They felt that Long Fei was the Death God now.
Furthermore, it was the kind of crazy Death God.
They didn't dare to move at all.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
"Boom, boom, boom …"
Long Fei's attacks were extremely powerful. The Mystic Thearch's image couldn't take it anymore and his power collapsed.
At the same time.
His body was cracking.
Although he was just an image, there was a long blood trough on top of his head. At this moment, the blood trough was about to be emptied.
"Mystic Thearch!"
"Main body, die for me."
"Boom!"
Long Fei stepped on the Mystic Thearch's image with one foot as killing intent surged from his body. Just an image was not enough to completely vent the anger in his heart.
He wanted to kill the Mystic Thearch.
It was the main body, not an image.
"Rumble!"
He used all his strength to step on it.
"Crack!"
The Mystic Thearch's image was immediately shattered by Long Fei, and the last bit of blood on top of his head became zero.
The system sounded out.
"Ding!"
Long Fei didn't listen to it.
He didn't want to listen to the system beep now.
He just wanted to kill the entire Tian Clan.
Therefore.
The moment he stepped on the Mystic Thearch's image, Long Fei flew up and instantly landed in front of the huge Mystic Thearch statue. His fist moved.
He punched towards the head of the Mystic Thearch statue.
A punch exploded.
However …
At this moment.
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